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It was deceptive, the snow falling gently outside. Covering the streets and forests of the Valley like a downy blanket, softening the edges of sharp curbs and thorny thickets.
You wouldn’t believe merely an hour or so ago, the lazy snowfall had been an angry nor’easter. It had rattled the window panes and chased all the villagers inside, seeking their wood fires and the safety of their own homes.
Jenny had been visiting Harvey at the clinic when the blizzard rolled in. She’d been dropping off some surprise afternoon coffee and a kiss after visiting Caroline’s to crank out some editing on her latest draft.
The storm had lasted all night and had only let up in the early hours of the morning.
Both the doctor and author had fallen asleep early amid the snowstorm. Harvey was exhausted from the many early flu season appointments and Jenny from helping out around town and her horribly unhealthy writing schedule.
She’d made them some warm tomato soup and grilled cheese with the groceries she’d begun to force into his fridge. Harvey was typically too wiped out and willing to drop by the Saloon to stock it himself.
He’d put on a jazz record that came from Pa’s collection in the attic. The sounds of smooth saxophone riffs and subtle staccato drums filled the second-floor apartment alongside the smells of earthy roasted tomatoes and freshly toasted bread.
They had dozed together after eating on the couch, pleasantly full and watching some documentary on the Revolution that resulted in the Republic. Harvey had rubbed her fuzzy sock-clad feet while she combed through his light auburn locks at the nape of his neck with her nails. The two were safely cocooned in their own bubble amidst the raging wind, whipping ice, and snow blustering through Pelican Town outside.
Jenny had learned quickly that she didn’t need to layer up for bed when sharing a bed with her lumberjack doctor of a boyfriend. She’d fallen in love with her own personal heater.
Tucked under a new quilt she’d brought over to his apartment on Main from the farmhouse and encased under an arm and a leg sporting tawny hair, Jenny couldn’t remember waking up feeling more warm and secure in her life.
She could see the bright white landscape outside the window from her position wrapped up in Harvey, the atmosphere blissfully quiet in comparison to the gale and spatter of the night before.
Jenny felt something warm and wet on her neck, accompanied by the tickle of facial hair. Harvey’s hand flexed around her stomach, grazing upwards towards the underside of her breast beneath her tee and then tracing back down to reach her hip.
She smiled a sweet smile, quick and quiet before it turned nearly feral. Making a small noise in her throat, like a cat, Jenny raised her hands up to the sturdy oak headboard above her head and arched into a stretch. This pushed her ass even more firmly into Harvey’s already hard member beneath his boxers, alert and ready given the early hour.
She felt more than heard the groan which emanated from behind her on the pillow they’d ended up sharing somewhere in the night. The hand on her hip gripped tighter, his long fingers playing with the cotton of her panties on her lower stomach, achingly close to where she was just as ready for him.
Not that she was going to give that away too soon, now.
Jenny turned in Harvey’s arms to face him, nose to nose in the bed. Without her glasses, his eyes were a smudge of green under the thick lashes she knew dappled his eyelids, but the dimples she could still see let her know he was smiling at her too.
“Good morning, Doc,” she said, brushing a kiss onto his lightly chapped lips. The air was dry, but warm, from the heater emitting a crackle every once in a while from the corner of the room.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, kissing her forehead as one of her hands reached to play with the greying hairs at his temples. The other went lower, lower, until it found its prey.
Harvey grunted and let out a hiss through his teeth. She could feel how swollen he was this morning with her palm, her thumb catching the wet spot in front of his underwear from his leaking head.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure it’s a really good morning for you.” Jenny winked, applying light friction with her hand, occasionally dipping to cup his balls.
Harvey was turning a wonderful shade of red, the blush creeping up his stubble-covered cheeks and nearing his ears now.
“You’re such a tease, you know that?” he said gruffly into Jenny’s ear, his voice still scratchy from sleep. He caught her lobe between his teeth and tugged lightly before leaving kisses down her neck until he reached the sweet spot between her collarbone and neck.
The sinful groan that left Jenny’s lips when he sucked on it was heavenly music to his ears, the same way it always was.
His hands had rucked up her sleep shirt – one of his old university tees he’d gotten in med school – so he could reach her breasts. Her nipples pebbled both under his distracted ministrations and in the open air, the protection of the blanket and cover of her shirt now removed.
He removed her hand from him reluctantly and leaned over until she was splayed on her back, her doe-brown eyes looking up at him, half-lidded. With her help, he removed the shirt up, up, over her head. He immediately went to nuzzle the space of skin between her breasts, laying sloppy kisses there.
Her hands flew to his hair, tugging him upwards to place a more heated kiss on his lips, their tongues meeting in a lovingly chaotic dance. They were both panting when they parted, Jenny’s lips turning into a small pout.
“I was gonna take care of you, you know.”
Harvey grinned, she could actually see the sparkle of his eyes now, the pull of his cheeks and mustache revealing that adorable gap-toothed smile of his.
“I’d much rather you serve me this breakfast you so wonderfully prepared me in bed.”
Jenny could barely form her laugh and a half muttered, “Wha—?” before Harvey had her underwear tossed off and two fingers covered in her slick.
It was her turn to hiss and blush. The flush staining her skin grew from the same spot on her sternum he had so tenderly kissed and bloomed up her chest, towards her neck.
The look in Harvey’s gaze had turned primal, the beast now fully awake in him.
“How could I leave you wanting when you’re already so wet and eager for me, sweetheart?”
With this statement, and without breaking eye contact, the doctor brought his two glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked Jenny’s wetness clean off himself.
His eyes closed and he let out a wicked moan, rivaling the sounds he had made when she actively had her hands on him.
Jenny’s mouth formed a perfect little ‘O’, pulling in the air at an alarming rate, breathless. He hadn’t even really touched her yet.
Harvey grinned and put those doctor-perfect hands to good use. Circling the small bud peeking out from its little folds with a thumb, he held down with insistent pressure on her front with one hand and slowly allowed those sinful two fingers of the other, now dripping with his spit, to be drawn into her heat.
Satisfied with the obscene sound she’d made and the response of her hips against his hand, Harvey moved both his fingers and his body upwards to kiss her all at once.
Capturing her moans in his mouth, meeting her kiss after kiss, Harvey knew he could get Jenny to come without difficulty for him in the morning, sweet and plaint, she was.
He pulled back to take a nipple in his mouth, gazing up at her, somehow she was his girl.
His little author was the softest when she first woke up, her snappy wit and quick comebacks wouldn’t come to her easily before a cup or two of their precious caffeine.
Her dark brown hair splayed out behind her on his pillow, haloing her face in gentle waves. Her face was beautifully contorted, a chorus of mewls and disgusting phrases spewing out of her perfect mouth, mainly Harvey, please, and Yoba, you’re incredible.
He would remember her just like this when he had to, unfortunately, wake up without her beside him and he needed her just as badly as he did now.
Jenny nearly screamed when he found that perfect spot inside, curling his fingers up, meeting it with pressure from the outside on her stomach. Her hands moved from twisting the sheets for purchase and into his hair, on his broad shoulders, anywhere she could grab onto.
“Harvey, dear Yoba, please don’t stop. Fuck, fuck,” she keened, lips bruised and arching herself as much as she could, into his mouth at her breast, into the hands doing incredible things to her down there, into him.
Harvey released her peak from his mouth with a wet pop and settled up to mouth at her chin and jaw, watching her unravel all the while.
He whispered to her in his purest voice, “Are you going to come for me, dear? There you go, good girl. You’re so good to me, Jenny. So fucking perfect in the morning.”
He couldn’t stop himself from singing her praises, even as she had to bite onto his shoulder to stop from screaming so loud the Russo’s would hear from their apartment above Pierre’s Store next door.
He felt her walls quiver around his fingers. He pulsed his digits through the waves of her orgasm, cooing at her when her hands loosened their death grip on him and her legs went jellied.
Repeating his move from earlier, he licked his fingers clean before gathering her in his arms while her breathing recovered.
Jenny felt light-headed and satisfied, but not nearly done with the magnificent man holding her in his bed. She kissed the underside of his jaw and swung herself on top of him, wetting the front of his boxers even more as she slid her heat over his now even harder erection.
“Can you handle some more, old man?” Jenny asked, twirling her fingers through the curls twisting over his chest, a sleepy, but wicked, smile on her lips.
He kissed her soundly in response, tightening his grip on her waist.
“Give it all you’ve got, honey, I seem to remember someone saying they liked older men.”
Jenny snickered as she pulled off his underwear, his dick bobbing up towards his stomach, precum leaking steadily out of the tip.
She couldn’t help but keep his eye contact as she licked the sticky bead neatly off his head. She smirked as he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth to keep in the noise she knew would’ve been delectable to hear.
With his eyes still closed, Jenny impaled herself on him, sliding down until her ass met with his hips, one of her hands going to clutch at his muscular thigh, the other on his chest.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Harv,” Jenny moaned, still shocked at how seamlessly he fit and how he made her feel so full, just right.
Harvey gripped her even firmer, his eyes now closed and mouth caught mid-gasp. He choked out a groan as Jenny began to move on top of him.
Her small stature and his big frame made it easy for him to set the pace for the two of them. It soon devolved into the slick sounds of two bodies joining in the quiet morning and the increasingly louder noises coming unbidden from the man beneath her.
Jenny wouldn’t let herself, couldn’t let herself close her eyes to the beautiful, impeccable sight in front of her. The ever-composed, picturesque town doctor falling apart under her hands, under her.
Harvey’s brown curls fell over his damp forehead, the smile lines around his eyes emphasized by the twisting of his face as he grunted and let out depraved words of praise for her, just for her. His strong hands gripped her just right, firmly, and his well-exercised body was sturdy beneath her.
As much as she teased him about being older than her, she found it sexy as sin and was in love with the man beneath her, heart and soul.
“Honey, honey,” he said as he gripped her harder and breathed through his nose sharply, attempting to slow their pace. Jenny was having none of it, chasing after his pleasure as much as her own. Harvey brought her forward, to his chest to lay a kiss on her lips.
Jenny squeaked when his palm let out a resounding smack as it met her ass, stalling her movements. She bit her lip, reeling at the pleasurable aftershocks blazing through her at the sharp contact.
She met his eyes with confusion and her lips formed into a pout, unaware of his motives for stopping.
“What’s wrong?” She asked as he lifted her off of him and moved to get off the bed.
“I’d like breakfast before I finish, please.”
Harvey’s green eyes glinted in the snow-reflected light from outside.
“Harv, what are you talking about?” Jenny asked with an exasperated half-laugh, watching his face light up in another roguish smile, mustache quivering.
She yelped when he pulled her by her thighs to the edge of the bed, getting down in front of her. They were nearly eye to eye, despite his being on his knees.
“In medical school, they always emphasized the importance of a well-balanced breakfast, you know.” He looked at her in that genuine way he always did when he was explaining something to her he was passionate about.
Jenny realized his intentions a second too late, her knees were already up and around his shoulders and he had attached his lips around her clit, giving it one hard suck.
She was fairly certain she almost screamed his name, falling back onto the bed.
Her hand flailed for his until she found it, holding her hip onto the bed. His other hand was already reaching into her folds, tucking two, then three fingers into her heat.
His mouth felt like heaven and hell all at once.
Her other hand groped its way to his hair, tugging on the short wavy strands, her nails scraping on his scalp the way he liked.
Looking down at him, on his knees and worshipping her with his tongue and lips, that silver-speckled brown head of hair wedged in between her thighs as if it belonged there forever, nearly sent her tumbling over the edge.
Harvey would eat Jenny out for days if it was physically possible. The sounds she made filled his dreams and her taste was up there for one of his favorites with coffee and pickles.
Her smooth thighs pillowing his head and the scrape of her nails on his scalp were more than enough rewards for his work. Her begging drove him wild, his fingers twitching to touch himself and finish what she had started.
But he knew he could get a few more out of her, and by Yoba he’d wear her out before they even got up if it was the last thing he did.
He hadn’t seen much of her since flu season started and he found himself daydreaming at work and slipping upstairs for mid-day cold showers more often than not these days.
No, he couldn’t pass up this blessed snowstorm-given opportunity to give all he could get from the beautifully intelligent woman in front of him.
Her hand squeezed his as she quaked, “Don’t stop, please, Doc-“
He moaned at that and Jenny had half a mind to tuck that discovery away for a later time before electricity was zinging up her core and sending shockwaves through her frame. She thought she might’ve seen stars, even blacked out a little bit, during the second orgasm he sucked her through.
She flailed her hands at his head, tugging, pleading, “Harvey, please, honey, I- I can’t-“
Harvey smiled sweetly down at her as he pulled away, admiring his handiwork.
Jenny was an absolute, panting wreck. Her whole body was flushed, hot despite the freezing temperatures outside. Sweat shined across her body, her breasts heaving with every desperate gulp for air, her hands thrown up by her head as she came down from her high.
Harvey palmed himself at the sight of the woman in his bed. He’d done that. She’d trusted him to bring him with her on that journey, to witness it.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Like an angel.” Harvey whispered sweetly to her as he lifted her back up the bed, tucking a pillow underneath her sacrum as she laughed.
“I’m sure I look like a total mess.” Jenny peeked one eye open at him as he hovered over her.
She was screwed. Undeniably and irrevocably fucked.
She loved this man with her whole being.
Harvey kissed her square on the lips and she could taste herself on him. Moaning into the kiss, Jenny wrapped her limbs loosely around him, nodding as he paused at her entrance.
Harvey slid home into who he was sure was the love of his life and sighed the sigh of a deeply contented man.
Jenny nearly choked at the perfect angle, her already sensitive lower half zinging with pleasure as he began to slowly rock into her.
This was the kind of lovemaking that they both enjoyed on special occasions like this, steady and building to a peak you couldn’t reach in a frenzy or up against a wall.
Before, the doctor had taken from the author just what he needed. To unravel her completely until all she had left was raw and ready to be put back together by him and him alone.
There’d be none of that, though, until he eked out one more orgasm from her on this sleepy, snow-filled morning.
Once more, this time together, joined in a slow dance. Wrapped around one another in the way only two people completely enraptured with each other could.
“Oh, ah, Harvey,” Jenny gasped in his ear, her nails digging into his back and both legs hooked around his back, heels digging in for more, more.
“One more for me, that’s it, that’s a good girl, unh—“ Harvey grunted above her, the line between his brows deepening that let her know he was close; so close.
Jenny kissed up his jaw, managing, “Yoba, I love you!” And then she was coming around him, holding onto him for dear life and biting into his shoulder to smother a deeply debauched moan.
“Jenny!” Harvey shouted as he released into her, ecstasy jolting through his body. He practically collapsed onto her as he finally let go, coming into the generous, pliable warmth of her embrace.
They were both sweating and gasping for air despite the final, gentle pace they’d both reached their climax at.
They were drowsy and content, draped around one another like the twining branches of a tree. Harvey’s head lay tucked into the crook of Jenny’s neck, both of their hearts thumping against the other’s chest.
“I think you fucked my soul out of my body, Harv.” Jenny hummed contentedly, her eyes half-closed already.
Harvey chuckled breathily, his mustache tickling her collarbone.
“I love you too, Jen.”
They slept in until noon.
They awoke for the second time to the sounds of children playing in the snow in the square across the street, and a fluffy white Stardew Valley shining brightly at them in the sun.
The couple was content, cossetted in the warmth that only winter can bring.