Robin's heart hammered in her chest as she made her way past the bus stop. It reminded her of that fateful day in spring, back when the new farmer first arrived in town, when Robin welcomed her personally. Who would have thought that her initial lustful thoughts to fill the hole in her marriage would spiral into this.

She hadn't intended on falling for the farmer. Not at all. She was a change in scenery, a breath of fresh air, and Robin used to think that those thoughts were just the result of feeling unfulfilled or in a rut. But now, as the familiar farmhouse emerged through the trees, she knew that didn't even begin to cover how she really felt.

The farmer was out on the field by her house installing the new scarecrow she won at the fair. Sweat shone on her skin in the light of the campfire she had lit. She sighed with satisfaction when she finally managed to get it in the ground. When she finally noticed Robin standing near the farm's entrance, she paused, her eyes widening.

"I hope you're not busy," the older woman said.

"I'm not," the farmer replied. "Just uh… hang on." Slowly, she weaved her way through her crops, taking great care not to trample anything. Robin watched her push through the cranberry bushes, step over pumpkins and brush aside corn husks until she finally reached her. "Whew. Okay. Hi."

"Hi." For a moment, there was silence, neither of them knowing what to say. They hadn't spoken since their kiss. The farmer wanted to know what Robin was there for, in a nightgown and bedroom slippers no less. And Robin wanted to say she had divorced her husband for her. She just didn't know how.

"Congratulations on beating Pierre," she settled on, gesturing to the blue ribbon pinned on the scarecrow.

The farmer gave her a thin smile. "Thanks. I hope this doesn't affect our professional relationship though. He seemed pretty crushed."

"He'll get over it." Robin paused. "Um… how's the shoulder doing?"

"Oh. Yeah, it's fine," she replied, sounding disappointed that it seemed that was all Robin had to ask. She undid the top few buttons of her flannel shirt, exposing the healing wound but also the top of her chest and a good amount of skin. "Harvey removed the stitches a couple of days ago."

Yoba, is she trying to kill me? That extra bit of exposed skin was making it even more of a challenge to think coherently. Robin swallowed thickly. "That's… good to hear."

"It'll leave a scar though. But it'll be a good story." The two were locked in another long gap of silence, both having so much to say and no idea how to say it.

"And how's the farm after–"

"Look, Robin, is there a reason you're here?" she interrupted, the question delivered harshly enough to make Robin wince. "I thought I made my feelings clear the night we kissed but then you never came to see me. Okay. Got it. Message received. I gave you space regardless of how I felt about you. But now you show up at…" The farmer paused to check her watch. "Almost eleven at night without warning not even telling me why–"

"I'm getting a divorce!" Robin blurted out before she could think better of it.

There was deafening silence. More so than just them not talking. It was like everything around them seemed to freeze. "…you what?"

"I filed for a divorce. Tonight. Or, I tried to, but Lewis said something along the lines of that it was after business hours and I would have to wait until tomorrow but it will process after and… I tried to file for divorce. And then I came straight here. To you. You already knew that."

The farmer blinked. "Does Demetrius know?"

"No."

"And Sebastian and Maru?"

"No. I didn't… I wouldn't know how to tell them. Not yet. I just wanted to see you."

There was another pregnant pause. "You… you can't just do this, Robin," she finally said, the heartache clear in her expression. "You can't play with my feelings like this."

"I'm not trying to, I swear." Robin's voice was like a desperate plea even though she wasn't asking for anything. "I was just trying to protect myself–"

"You've had difficult marriages, but did it ever occur to you that I had a past in the city too?" she said accusingly. "That by protecting yourself, you hurt me in the process? You're not the only person who's had hard relationships. And I was never going to make you do something you didn't want to do. I never wanted to make you cheat, but after that night, I thought you wanted…" The farmer shut her eyes, as if afraid to look at the woman in front of her. "Please," she whispered, her expression pained. "Don't get my hopes up again."

Guilt shot through Robin's system once again. "Look, I know I messed up when I didn't show up after that night and I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that and I can't take it back, but I will do whatever I have to to make it up to you now." She sighed. "Can I tell you something?"

"What?" she asked, her voice still tight.

"It took every bit of my control to not come down and see you. My heart skipped a beat every time the shop door opened because I hoped more than anything it was you. I bombarded Sebastian and Maru with questions about you and how you were doing. I wanted to see you so badly."

"Then why didn't you?" she questioned, still sounding hurt.

"You know that I've been scared to leave my marriage but it was more than that. I've never had someone care so much about me until you, Farmer," she confessed. "And I was scared on so many levels. Partly because I didn't want to start over again, but also because being with you, caving in to my want for you, it would be admitting that I let myself put up with shitty partners for my entire life." Robin shook her head. "But I'm done being scared."

To Robin's surprise, her hands remained entirely steady as they found their way to the back of her neck, unclasping the pendant that had kept her prisoner for so long. She balled the chain up in her hand, the shell swinging below her fingers. With a gleam in her eyes, Robin chucked it as far as it would go, her aim clear. The pendant made a plop against the surface of the pond near the farm's entrance before sinking to the bottom.

"I don't deserve you, Farmer. You're beautiful and kind and most definitely too good for me but I have liked you since the moment you stepped off that bus. And every day, every conversation with you has just made me like you even more. I want to be with you. Damn the consequences."

She held her breath, waiting for the farmer to say something. Anything.

The farmer's lips broke into a grin and Robin felt the relief flood her body. "That's littering," she said, pointing to the pond.

Thank Yoba. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." Robin smirked. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"I can think of something." She stepped closer to her, hands casually tucked into her pockets.

"Oh yeah?" Robin closed the distance.

"Yeah."

The older woman laced her fingers together behind the farmer's neck, as if they were slow dancing.

"This is for real, right?" the younger woman asked softly, placing her hands on Robin's hips. "You're not gonna leave me again?"

Robin shook her head, the red strands framing her face. "I should have never left in the first place."

When they kissed this time, it was tender. No longer the result of weeks of built up sexual tension (though that was no doubt going to come in sooner or later). Robin released a blissful sigh as she lost herself in the feeling of the farmer's soft lips on hers. She felt the younger woman's hands on her waist, pulling her close until there was barely an inch of space between them. In her head, she could only think about her mermaids' pendant sinking to the bottom of that pond, and her lips curled up.

"What're you grinning about?" the farmer asked.

"Nothing. I'm just… really happy."

She smiled, clearly sharing the sentiment. "Me too."

They kissed under the stars for what felt like an eternity. Robin vaguely registered the hoot of an owl, the glimmer of fireflies around them, the gentle breeze that ruffled the farmer's crops. It was like no kiss she had ever had. She never wanted it to end. But she was glad it did when the farmer posed her next question.

"Can we, um, take this inside?" the farmer said shyly.

Robin nodded eagerly. "I thought you'd never ask."

XXX

The two women tumbled into the farmer's bed, the younger woman letting out a little yelp when Robin pinned her down.

"I've wanted you like this," she panted, her thighs framing the farmer's hips. "For so long."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

"Really," Robin emphasised, kissing her doubts away. The younger woman's hips jutted up from the mattress, both of them softly moaning against the other's lips as they sought out the friction between them. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle and Robin couldn't believe how right it all felt. Months of pining was finally coming to a head and she was overwhelmed in the best way.

Hands found their way under clothing and before either of them knew it, the farmer's shirt was gone. Robin admired her chest still constrained in a bra, especially since she didn't have to pretend to be respectful of the farmer's modesty. She was allowed to look. Before she could stare for too long though, she felt the ties holding her nightgown together loosen and come apart, her bare chest now on full display as the robe fell open.

Her first instinct was to cover herself as a warm blush settled over her cheeks, but her partner wasn't having that. The air was knocked out of her as Robin was flipped over, now on her back with her arms pinned above her.

"What's the matter?" the farmer asked when she noticed the brief flash of uncertainty Robin wore.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter," she stammered.

"We can stop…"

"No, I don't want to stop," Robin blurted out. "It's just…" A hand traced the farmer's features, smoothing them out. "You're so beautiful. And I'm–"

"Gorgeous? A goddess? The subject of every wet dream I've had for the past three seasons?" she finished.

Robin's blush deepened. "You don't have to say that."

"It's the truth. I think we should be honest with each other after all this time, don't you?"

The older woman was stunned before she let herself relax and believe the farmer's words. "Yes, I suppose so."

"Good." A shudder worked its way through Robin's body when the farmer kissed her lips, then her cheek, her jaw, slowly working her way down. "Is this okay?" she asked when she neared Robin's chest, to which she was met with a frantic nod.

A hand closed around Robin's breast and they both let out a blissful sigh when she squeezed, their hearts racing. Robin moaned softly when the farmer licked her other boob before taking a nipple into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. Wetness pooled in her panties so intensely she felt the need to clench her legs together, except the farmer was currently planted firmly between them.

She shrugged her shoulders, the nightgown pooling around her showing off more of her bare chest and stomach. The sides fell away leaving Robin practically naked, in nothing more than her underwear. She had never exposed this much skin to anyone in a long time, not even her husband. Years of stale marriage had made them both prudes around each other. A part of her wanted to cover herself, pull her clothes tightly around her body and bolt out the door. But the farmer looked at her with such adoration Robin felt herself swell with pride, her hips bucking on their own accord.

Lips continued to trace their way south, over the swell of her chest and down her soft stomach. More heat pooled between her legs when Robin realised what was happening.

"Are we really going all the way?" she panted, hoping that they were.

"That's up to you," the farmer replied, even though Robin was already almost entirely undressed beneath her. A finger danced over her hip. "I mean… your divorce hasn't gone through yet. Do you want to?"

"I want to." Her voice was even. She had never been more sure of anything. "Do you?"

"Yes." There was a playful glimmer in the farmer's eyes, accompanied by a teasing uptilt of her lip. "But will you be okay with being an adulteress?"

Robin ran a finger along her partner's jaw, making her shudder. "Only if you're okay being my temptress," she replied, the farmer's smile now infectious.

"Let me think…" She snuck in another kiss, drinking her in before seemingly pausing to deliberate. "I can live with that."

"Then don't keep me waiting."

The older woman expected to feel panties sliding down her legs, but to her surprise, that wasn't the case. Instead, those fingers Robin had watched so often harvesting crops or crafting things for the farm, those fingers she had imagined inside herself more times than she could count, they touched her through soaked fabric.

Robin whined, her hips bucking up when the farmer applied more pressure, toying with her clit easily. Keen eyes studied her, watching her expression change and adjusting her technique accordingly. Sweat beaded on Robin's skin as her desire rose, the farmer's tongue licking it all up, tracing a line up her neck.

It would be easy to lose herself like this. But there was something she couldn't let go of just yet. Something she needed to get off her chest before they could go on.

"Um… by the way…" she choked out.

"What is it?" asked the farmer, the care in her eyes making Robin want to melt.

"I just wanted to say that… I can't always… cum… with another person without… you know…"

"Without…?" she probed.

"Touching myself." Heat rose to her cheeks. "It's no big deal. It's just that sometimes I need to get involved to make sure I… finish. And I wanted to make sure you knew it's not a reflection on you and it doesn't mean you're doing badly, it's just… how I am in bed sometimes."

The farmer blinked. "That's it?"

"Yes?"

To Robin's surprise, the farmer gave her a sympathetic look. "You've been with some real shitty people in bed, haven't you?"

Her blush made its way down her exposed chest now. "W-what?" she stuttered.

"They can't even get you off? They have to make you do it yourself?"

"It's not like that," Robin insisted. "I just… know what I like. It's easier that way."

This time, fingers did hook around the waistband of her underwear. "Robin, that's not what sex should be like," she said matter-of-factly. "You shouldn't have to do that just because it's 'easier'." The farmer tenderly dragged the soaked garment down her legs, holding her gaze the entire time. Robin found herself wishing she would look between her legs instead. This moment of eye contact was so sincere and genuine it scared her.

"Do you trust me?" the farmer asked.

"Of course," she replied without a moment's hesitation.

A grin tugged at her lips. "Then let me show you what I've been thinking about the second I saw this bed in your shop." She rolled off of her, leaving the older woman on the bed to watch her fumble through her closet for something.

When she turned around, the farmer was holding two lengths of soft looking fabric.

"These bedposts…" she began, and her tone made Robin's belly flip. "I don't want you touching yourself. I'm the only one making you cum tonight, understood?"

A little noise rose from Robin's throat but she nodded all the same, her body buzzing with anticipation. The farmer approached her and she offered her hands without even needing to be told.

"Can I?"

"Please," Robin croaked.

Soft scarves were wrapped around one wrist and then the other, her breathing coming in heavy as the knots were tied. Fingers checked their tightness around her wrists before they were pulled above her head, an arm attached to each bedpost. The whole time, Robin gently rubbed her thighs together, desperate to touch herself. Desperate to get off.

That was all in the farmer's hands now.

"Is this okay?" she asked, making sure everything was secure.

Robin nodded hastily, trying to pull the other woman in with her legs. She just chuckled darkly. "You look so good like this."

Another whine, her inner thighs completely slick. But the farmer had the nerve to keep teasing her, stepping back to slowly remove the rest of her clothes. Robin stared hungrily as more and more of that beautiful toned body was revealed. She wanted to take those dark nipples into her mouth. Lick a long stripe down her stomach. Touch the insides of her thighs before leading her hand where she really wanted it.

She would have regretted letting the farmer tie her hands if it didn't make her so turned on.

Robin gasped softly when fingers caressed her thighs, nudging her legs apart. The farmer was so gentle and careful, such a contrast from the purely performative sex she'd been having for as long as she could remember. Soon enough, she was spread, open to the farmer's watchful gaze, and her face flamed but her pussy throbbed.

"Please…"

"I know." A kiss was pressed to the inside of her thigh, just inches away from where she really needed it. "Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting."

"You already have–" Robin tried to snap back, only for her voice to cut off when her lower lips were spread by eager fingers and a tongue was dragged over her slit. Her eyes rolled back when it happened again, with more eagerness than before.

"You taste so good, Robin."

Those words made the redhead beam. Demetrius never enjoyed–

No. She wasn't going to think about him. Not when the farmer continued to lavish her from below, causing her back to arch and her legs to wrap around the farmer's head, needing her to be as close as physically possible.

In her mind, she returned to the days of her youth, where she had sex for the fun of it, without needing to worry about money or kids or reputations to uphold. It had been so long since she'd been able to let go and just surrender herself completely to another person. But she wanted to surrender herself to the farmer. To have her wrap those sashes around her wrists before burying her head between her legs willingly, enthusiastically. Especially when she wrapped those lips around her clit, those lips Robin had found her eyes darting towards far too often.

Yoba, Robin was hers.

The pleasure built as the farmer's tongue lashed over her sensitive clit, so torturously good Robin wanted to scream. She sealed her lips tight and turned her head as much as she could to bury herself in her bound arm, trying to swallow the sounds she hadn't let anyone hear in years.

Eyes dark with lust found her from below. "You don't need to be quiet for me, Robin." A swift kiss was delivered just below her clit. "No kids in the next room." A perfectly aimed lick followed. "No husband in the lab." Then, a sucking action ripped a scream from Robin's throat before she even had the chance to stop it. "No neighbours around for miles. And can I tell you a secret?"

A hesitant hum was all the sound Robin allowed herself to make, still not comfortable with letting go quite yet.

"The morning after you brought me home, when I'd had too much to drink. I touched myself. Thinking about you. And I. Was. Loud. But you had no idea, did you?"

The older woman shook her head, another wave of arousal coursing through her with the new information.

"You're my closest neighbour and you didn't hear a thing. So trust me when I say you can make all the noise you want."

Her mouth was back on her, and Robin let out a choked sob, hands pulling and grasping at nothing. The farmer's tongue dipped into her clenched hole and she flexed the muscle, practically fucking her with it before returning to her clit once more. Robin made sounds she couldn't even register, a helpless mix of "please" and "more" and "yes, right there". Her partner was, to her absolute delight, an expert in following directions, focusing her mouth right where Robin wanted, sucking and licking and kissing until the older woman came with a cry.

Strong hands gripped the thighs that instinctively wanted to close, forcing them open so Robin had no choice but to feel every blissful moment of her orgasm. Tears sprung in the corners of her eyes as she rode its waves, her body thrashing, mouth open in an unending moan. The farmer held her through it all, and didn't stop when the shaking eased and all Robin could do was whimper.

"Shit…" she panted, struggling to catch her breath. "Farmer, that was… wow."

She was met with a mischievous smirk, the farmer's eyes taking on an eager twinkle. "I'm not done with you yet," she said, a finger poised at her tight entrance before slipping in.

The older woman whimpered as she was filled, the feeling so different from the sex she was used to. Careful. Tender. Loving. Still, she thought it impolite to not at least offer to reciprocate.

"Are you sure?" she tried to say, the words hard to get out on account of her desire to moan. "Don't you want me to–"

"I have wanted this," the farmer said, her voice husky. "For the last three seasons. Come on, Robin." A second finger entered her, reaching down to the knuckle. "You can give me one more."

She wanted to say something, but any words were quickly wiped from her mind when those skilled fingers curled inside her and hit that perfect spot, making her cry out in ecstasy.

"That's it," the farmer encouraged, listening and reacting to the noises Robin made, seeking out those perfectly pitched moans that told her she was hitting the exact right spot. "Yoba, Robin, you're perfect."

"I'm–"

"Perfect," she said again before Robin could deny it, dragging her fingers over her g-spot just to shut her up. It worked, and she did it again, and again, over and over until the redhead could barely think straight, let alone shrug off the farmer's praise.

Her second orgasm built up more intensely than the first, those fingers scratching an itch deep inside her. The mattress bounced as Robin helplessly thrashed, with nowhere to run but towards her impending climax. All it took was the farmer taking her clit between her lips again and Robin was cumming, a gush of wetness rushing out of her and surprising both of them. The farmer welcomed it, lapping it all up like her own personal oasis.

When Robin came to, dragging herself out of the orgasmic daze, the farmer was holding her, a kind smile on her face. Her hair was a mess from being muddled by Robin's thighs, and her chin and cheeks were slick after two of the most powerful climaxes she had ever experienced.

"Can you give me back my hands? Please?" she asked in a tone that was so close to begging. "I'm gonna go crazy if I have to go any longer without touching you."

The farmer giggled but obliged, undoing the knots she had kept Robin trapped in. Before she got a chance to check and make sure her wrists were fine, those hands were tangled in her hair as they were pulled together in a deep kiss. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they pressed up against each other but neither of them minded. Robin, with her hands now free to use as she pleased, sought out every bit of the farmer she could touch. Her firm chest, that toned back and a perfect ass Robin gripped and never wanted to let go of.

The farmer's pussy was dripping in a way that made Robin's mind melt. She could feel it all over her thighs as they kissed. Robin moved her leg so the farmer's centre rubbed up perfectly against her skin and they moaned, the farmer at the much needed friction and Robin at the warmth that now enveloped her thigh.

"Keep grinding on me, baby," Robin groaned.

"You say that like I want to stop," the farmer breathed, bucking her hips as she chased her pleasure. Having Robin writhing beneath her had already gotten her pretty damn close, and the sight of her flushed cheeks and red hair fanned around her like a halo brought her even closer still.

Robin watched in wonder as the younger woman came apart on top of her, eyes rolled back and mouth parting as her hips stuttered and then stilled. She let out little whimpers as she came, more warmth spreading over Robin's thigh. The sight and the feel of it all drove her absolutely wild to the point that before the farmer had even calmed down, she flipped them over, topping her with ease, their pussies aligned.

"It's been too long since I've done this," Robin gasped, grinding their centres together. The pure bliss that shot up her body was so different to anything fingers or mouths or toys could provide. This was more, a pleasure only two of them could share.

The noises coming from that room were something straight out of Robin's darkest fantasies, Lust-filled moans, the creaking of the bed, wet, sloppy sounds as their bodies came together over and over again. The farmer's hands squeezed Robin's ass, guiding her through the movements she had admittedly gotten rusty at. Their lips met for heated kisses, feeding off each other as they raced towards their peak.

"I love you," Robin whispered against her lips, and with that the farmer was cumming, moans spilling out of her as her body shook. The older woman was quick to follow, struggling to hold herself up as she came a third time that night, the farthest she'd gone without a break since her youth.

As their pulses slowed and their bodies relaxed, they fell into one another, Robin collapsing into the farmer's arms and being held there. The reality of their situation and what she had done began to set in then, but she somehow remained oddly calm. She could have torn herself up over this. Berate herself for what a terrible person she had been by choosing to come here. But as she felt the steady rise and fall of her partner's chest against her skin, those thoughts melted away, leaving them in their moment of solitude.

"Hey." The farmer gently brushed her sweaty bangs away from her face. "What are you thinking about?"

Robin shook her head. "Nothing, I…" she thought for a moment. "I don't want to go home."

"Then stay." The farmer said this with ease. She said most things with ease. Because maybe now, like this, their bodies and feelings bared, things could finally be just that. Easy.

"Okay." She snuck another kiss in, sure that she'd never get sick of doing that. "I'll stay."

A/N - Hello dear reader! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was such a joy to write and I've been so excited to give Robin and the farmer the happy ending they need. I have something special planned for the final chapter which should hopefully be out next week or the week after so keep a lookout for that. As always, let me know what you think and until next time, stay safe :)

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