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This farm is too empty.
You press your lips together as you step out from the path leading to Marnie's property. Of course you had chickens, cows, pigs, rabbits, ostriches , dinosaurs, but something was missing. You thought that feeling would leave when you married your husband, but it only settled further.
Maybe it’s just an oncoming dread for the winter. You sigh as you imagine the batch of soon-to-be-dead eggplants and grape vines you’ll have to deal with in a couple of days. Imagining an empty field is always depressing.
You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, grimacing at the layer of grime collecting on your wrist. The frosty chill in the air sends a shiver down your spine. You trudge through your fields, glancing at the watch on your wrist. Shit, nine fifty already? No wonder I’m so tired. You stop by the box near your home, piling dozens of fresh, slimy fish inside and slamming the lid down with a grunt. You withdraw a small tigers-eye crystal from your pocket, glancing up at the light glowing from inside your cabin. You drag herself up the steps, unlocking the door and slumping inside. You close the door behind you as you tug your feet away from your muddy boots. Instinctively, you listen for movement. I was with Vincent and Jas for too long. I keep expecting tiny pittering feet. You shake your head. “Sam?” You call, stepping through the threshold and hanging up your coat. “Are you in bed already?”
“Ah, Farmer!” The blonde man’s happy voice comes from before your hearth. His hair, officially de-gelled for the night, lies floppily over his head, hanging over his eyes. “I was wondering if you’d be back before I headed to bed.”
You grin, the feeling dissolving for the night. “I always try to be. I know you don’t like it when I stay out too late,” You walk forward, hugging Sam's waist and crumbling forward into his warm embrace. You look up, kissing him tenderly.
"Mmm. Maybe that’s because you keep stumbling in half-awake at two o'clock in the morning with Linus,” Sam sits down on their couch, dragging you down to sit on his lap by your hips. “Does it bother you that I worry so much?” His brows furrow slightly, his green eyes searching yours.
“No, no. I find it endearing." You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning closer. “I have something for you.”
Sam’s eyes light up and he grins. “Joja cola?” He chirps. You shake your head and reveal the crystal you've been clutching in your hand, and he gasps. “Farmer! This is my absolute favorite! Man, how do you always know?” He takes it slowly, kissing you once again. “I love these so much!”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” you smile as you rest your head on his shoulder.
“I love you more than tigers eye by the way. Heh, even more than a Prismatic Shard. That’s saying a lot. You’re the best thing in the world," Sam mumbles, smiling giddily as his free hand runs up and down your shoulder blades.
“You’re too sweet. Really, it’s just waiting for the Crystalarium to be ready.” You shift into his touch, sighing quietly and closing your eyes. The rise and fall of Sam’s chest along with the rumble when he speaks is almost enough to put you to sleep.
“Come on, you think the tiger's eye is the only reason I love you? You’re amazing in, like, every way possible. Remember how hard you tried to be my dads friend when he came back? Plus you always clean up for my mom when you’re over, and you’re always playing around with Vincent when he’s bored,” Sam leans back, hugging you closer and beginning to twirl his fingers through your hair. “Oh and the community center. That was amazing. Let’s see, you banished Joja from this place and turned that building into the movie theater. You paid for Pams house to be built, god you’re just the best person ever! How do you know what I love so well?”
“I just have a sense for those things. That’s why I gave you the pendant,” You laugh.
You can feel Sam shift, reaching into his shirt and revealing the blue shell he always wears around his neck. “Well if some new guy comes into town and decides to throw you into my arms every morning, you’d best bet we’re becoming friends.”
You snicker and open your eyes. “That would be kinda fun, should I start jumping at you? Unannounced?”
“As long as I’m not on my skateboard.” Sam winks and kisses your forehead.
“I still remember when you snuck me into your room,” You whisper, reaching up and brushing your fingertips against the smooth surface of the shell. “I was so tired… I just fell asleep on your chest.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sam drops the pendant, allowing it to drop to his chest again. He cups the side of your head in his hand, his calloused fingertips brushing against your ear as he admires you. His lips curl into a tender smile. “I knew there was something special between us from the moment you moved in.”
That smile . It always ignites something in your chest, and maybe something a bit lower. You suddenly become incredibly aware of the heat of your husband's hands. The warmth makes your skin tingle where it’s near. Sam shoves the tiger's eye into his pocket, resting his newly free’d hand on your hip, fingers under the hem of your shirt and resting on the tender skin of your abdomen. You gaze into his eyes, watching them glitter in the firelight. His lips remain parted, cheeks rosy. You can’t help but remember all the times you had lain naked in your bed with him over you, capturing your body and keeping you still with searing kisses against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up and you look away, squeaking as Sam leans close and kisses your cheek. “Farmer, what are you thinking about? I know that expression.”
“Nothing,” you blurt. You wince, laughing breathily. And that was certainly too fast.
Sam tilts his head, his smile growing. His hand slides further up your shirt, drawing patterns on your side. “Are you sure? Baby, you can tell me what you want. You know that.”
“I know,” you whisper, shuttering. “Trust me, I know. You treat me like a queen.”
“I treat you like you should be treated,” Sam suddenly grabs your thighs, standing up and holding you in the air. “Need me to list all the reasons I love you again? I can add more.”
You crumble forward, curling your fingers through his hair and laughing as he slides one hand to your ass. He carries you upstairs to your bedroom. He doesn’t bother to turn on the lights, the light of the fire in the nursery next to your room is enough to illuminate both of you. He whispers praises joyously between soft kisses to your jaw, lowering you onto your bed then climbing over you and kissing you once again.
The nursery. You suddenly remember that the room is there. You look over, feeling Sam’s kisses shift to your neck. You narrow your eyes, that feeling you had earlier blooming once again when you see the faint outline of the crib in the corner. When Robin had added the rooms to your house, she didn’t tell you she added that until she was leaving. At the time you’d just been confused and shook it off as an odd gift. Could you imagine? Now, you can’t stop envisioning a small baby curled into the blankets, or maybe even a little toddler running to your bed and asking to sleep with mommy and daddy. You shift to look at Sam again, imagination running amuck in your mind. “Wait,” You reach up, cupping his cheeks and relishing in the fact that his attention is brought back to only your eyes at a word. I have to stop these thoughts. I can't think about that right now. “I’m all gross. Nasty. Grimy. That doesn’t deter you at all?” You joke.
“No, you're gorgeous” Sam’s answer is quick, like he hadn’t needed to think about it at all. “Honey, I’m starving for you. I don’t care what you look like, you’re the most beautiful, sexy thing ever no matter what. You say the word, and I’m feasting.”
You stare at him, wide-eyed. You feel a familiar growing heat between your thighs, a small fear for your underwear tugging at the back of your mind. “Can I..?” You squeak, sitting up a bit and motioning towards the bathroom.
Sam immediately backs off, helping you to your feet. “Are you okay? Did I go too far?” He lowers his voice, leaning closer.
“I’m okay, but I would prefer to feel pretty too." You cup his face in your hands, the light layer of fuzz on his chin rough against your fingers. “I know you don’t mind, but I do. I have to shower. When I come out, we can do whatever you want. Okay?”
“Of course,” Sam presses a kiss to your knuckles, lifting his gaze to check your expression. You nod, and he at last seems to except that he hadn’t done anything.
You turn, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door gently behind you. You look into the mirror, studying the grime on your face. As good of an excuse as any. I couldn’t exactly say “Sam, I suddenly want to have your kids. Maybe we should take five while I convince myself I’m being stupid!”
You hesitate as you reach to tug off your shirt. Actually, I probably could.
You tug off your clothes, sighing breathily and trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs calling for your—or Sam's—attention. You step into the shower, scrubbing soap into your hair. As you let the warm water run over your skin, you remember your dreams you used to have as a teenager. You remember wishing to be older just so you could have a family, and not a small one. Recently those dreams have been resurfacing. With Sam’s new line of work making children's songs, he’s been spending a lot of time with Jas and Vincent showing them things and playing around with them to get ideas. You yourself have been helping Penny out a lot more as of recent, and helping Jas pronounce random words in the dictionary she found was the best part of your day. Sam would be a wonderful dad. That thought echoes through your mind over and over and it really doesn’t help the arousal you’ve been trying to get rid of. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, would it?
No, You reason. It’s natural to wonder. We’ve been together for almost five years now, married for two. It’s just the next step. If he doesn’t agree, then we don’t have kids. That simple. You finish cleaning yourself, the very thought of Sam disagreeing making your heart ache. As you step out of the shower, you sigh heavily. They would be so adorable. Little blonde monstrosities addicted to pizza and maple bars. You wrap a towel around your body, opening the door to the bedroom again. Sam is sitting on the bed, legs criss-crossed over each other and staring off at the wall. “Sam?” You whisper, walking forward and sitting in front of him.
Sam immediately turns to you, the concern back in his eyes. “Farmer, you’re okay right?”
“Yes, I’m okay.” You reach over, taking his hand tenderly. “I have to talk to you about something.”
Sam nods immediately, cupping his hand around yours. "I'm listening."
“I want kids,” you whisper, staring into his eyes as they widen. You can feel his hands tighten around yours. “I've wanted kids, but it seemed like this unreachable dream when I moved here. When we got together I was too nervous to bring it up and after a while I just found myself assuming you don't want the same. But I've been watching you with Vincent and Jas and that dream has resurfaced. I want you and if you don't wish to be a dad I'm not going to end anything, I just feel like we have to figure this out before much longer."
Sam stares at you, shock apparent in his expression. He opens and closes his mouth for a second, blinking rapidly.
“Oh no, I broke you.” You grab his face, kissing his nose with a loud muah sound. “Sam? Darling? You’re scaring me."
“You want babies?” Sam whispers, his voice coming three octaves higher than before. Two small tears drip down his cheeks.
“Yes, are you okay?” You pepper kisses across his cheeks, crawling onto his lap and looking down at him, cupping his jaw and wiping his tears with your thumbs. "If you don't want the same it's okay-"
“I love you so much,” Sam blubbers, cutting you off as he wraps his arms around your abdomen and smashes his face into your chest. “I do too, I’ve just been too scared to talk with you about it.”
“Scared? Why were you scared?” You laugh breathily as relief floods through your body, at last being able to breathe again.
“Because it’s really your choice, isn’t it?” Sam looks up at you, fingers splayed against the small of your back. “I mean, you’re the one who has to…deal with being pregnant.”
“Sam you’re so sweet,” You laugh, cupping his cheeks and pressing another kiss to his forehead. “I’m glad I brought it up then.”
“I promise I’ll help you out on the farm more. I swear. I’ll take care of the chickens and the cows and that weird lizard we have,” Sam mushes closer to you again, his fingers messing with the fabric of the towel on your back. “I can even call Harvey for you. You won’t have to do anything.”
“We haven't even tried yet,” You whisper tenderly, running your fingers through his hair. “If you get too ahead of yourself, you could be disappointed.”
“I don’t care. I’m excited. I’m happy. I don’t think you understand how happy I am,” Sam looks up at you again, his hands sliding lower down your back. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmurs.
You grin, leaning back and slowly pulling yourself off his lap. You stare into his eyes as you drag yourself up the bed, settling your back on your pillows and toying with the edge of your towel. “Can’t you tell, darling? ” you whisper, extenuating and elongating the syllables on your tongue.
Sam’s eyes travel over your body, his chest rising and falling unsteadily. You slide your hand up your chest, fingers twirling against the fabric as you slowly untuck the end. “Sa-am,” you hum, pulling back one side of the towel, shuttering as the cold air hits your bare body. He twitches forward, gaze hooked on the sliver of skin now revealed.You shiver again as you trace your fingers up, taking hold of the other edge of the towel and leisurely dragging the towel free of your figure. Sam gulps, his pupils dilating. His face is now seemingly inflamed, breaths being dragged from his lips. “Touch me,” you murmur. The simple command sets him into motion. He yanks off his shirt, throwing it off the bed and into the corner of the room to be forgotten. He traps your body within a cage of his own, arms on either side of your shoulders. He dips down, placing firm kisses along your collarbone. His hand gravitates to your ribs, rough fingers sliding up and down your side. You muffle a groan with your hand, gasping when his warmth is pulled away from you.
“Farmer. If we’re doing this, don’t hide anything from me,” Sam breathes, shifting to sit between your legs. “Let me hear everything.”
“Sam I-” You whimper in protest as Sam touches you again, his hands sliding down your thighs and giving them a rough squeeze. “Fuck… okay.”
“Good girl,” Sam smiles, leaning down again and running his teeth along the tender skin of your chest. You pant under his touch, crying out as his lips connect to the rosy-bud of your nipple. “You’re beautiful, so, so beautiful,” Sam murmurs, tongue swirling on the bud between words. You feel his hand slide to your hips, fingers pushing almost painfully as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. “You’re already so wet,” he purrs, smiling and looking up to your face. His eyes glimmer in the dark, his desire like a cloud over his expression. “Are you really this excited to see me as a dad?”
“I-I told you Sam, I want you,” You wrap your legs around his abdomen, hardly restraining a small laugh at the feeling of his bulge under his shorts. “I want you and everything you’re willing to give me.”
“Dear god..” He huffs, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his forehead and shoulders, dipping down and laying hickies on your stomach. “You have no idea what you do to me Farmer.”
“I have some guesses,” You reach down, brushing your fingers through his hair and gasping when he nips at your skin with his teeth. “Fuck,” you breathe, gripping at his golden locks like they’re a lifeline.
Sam’s touch moves lower. He shifts his hips away from yours and positions his head to have easy access to wherever he wants. He spreads your thighs open, and you hear a quick inhale.
“What?” You ease yourself up onto your elbows, suddenly wanting to cover up again. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no of course not,” Sam shakes his head, snapping himself from his daze. “You’re just… so beautiful honey.”
You can’t help the burning blush that takes over your face, instinctively closing your legs and covering your mouth. “Come on Sam, we’re supposed to be serious!”
“For once I am Farmer. I’m serious about you. Jesus Christ, let me compliment you before I eat you out. I’m being completely and totally serious when I tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing on this whole goddamn planet,” Sam leans closer to you, reaching up and cupping your cheek.
You stare at him, awestruck. Of course your husband has always been romantic—not that you married him for his skill in bed but, god, it certainly helped—but this was a new level for him. He was never upfront with what he wanted when it came to his sexual desires, he would let you decide everything for them. Even on your wedding night, you began everything. To hear him telling you what he wants is like watching the sun forget to set. “Okay.” You slowly lower your hands, staring into his eyes. “Alright, go ahead.”
Sam’s expression flashes to something not unlike pure, unadulterated joy. He leans close, kissing you slowly. As his tongue swipes over your lips, his hand slips between your thighs. You whimper into his mouth and he just kisses you harder. His thumb finds your clit and he earns a harsh gasp as your back arches. Sam slowly rubs that blessed bundle of nerves, each motion making you writhe under his body. "So good for me, baby." Sam murmurs, kisses moving to litter your jaw.
Moans slide easily from your lips without Sam’s kisses in the way. You grab his hair, grinding your hips against his hand. "Shit, Sam, please. You said you'd…" you take a moment to stifle another groan when you feel him suck on the tender skin at the base of your ear, undeniably giving you a hickey.
"Don't worry, I'm getting to it. You're too beautiful for me to not give every bit of you its own attention," Sam grins as he feels your muscles tighten. "You're gorgeous darling."
"Sam," you whisper again, panting. His thumb moves from your clit and you sob as the heat and uncomfort of your arousal weighs you down again.
Your husband doesn't let you go for long before he's prying your legs apart again. He smiles up at you. "I know I don't have to, but I'm going to ask anyway. May I?"
"Please please please," you whimper, inching your hips closer to his face. "Please," you sob again, reaching for him.
Sam takes your hands, kissing your wrists. "Keep your hands in my hair for me, will you baby?" You obey, running your fingers through his hair and tangling them within. Sam pushes forward, his tongue finally slipping inside you. You gasp in surprise, tightening your grip on his hair and instinctively closing your legs around his head. He just chuckles. The next several minutes are hot and heavy, your mind unable to process anything but the man between your legs. His hands knead at your skin as you cry out his name over and over, each word you say making him abuse the spots he knows you like even harder. You whimper senselessly, gasping and whining.
Your legs quiver feverishly as that familiar heat pools in your abdomen. You shove Sam's head downwards, an obscene moan spilling from your lips when he nestles further into you. He begins to thumb your clit again as his tongue works inside you. Your back arches, another shuttering cry wrenching its way from your chest. "Sam I'm gonna-!" You bite back a whimper, legs twitching open wider when Sam removes himself and lifts his head.
"Come for me sweetheart," Sam grins. His thumb never loses its pace, even as two of his fingers slide inside you. Your entire body is a shivering, twitching mess as waves of pleasure crash over you one by one. You can hardly see Sam's reaction, but you can tell from the relentlessness of his movements that you aren't the only one enjoying this. You finally begin to recover from your climax, falling slowly from your high. Sam keeps his fingers moving at a slow, even rhythm to help you ride through it. When your convulsing has slowed to a minor shivering, Sam kisses you. "Good girl," He whispers tenderly, fingers sliding out of you. He holds up his hand, staring at the way your juices coat his skin.
You glance at his expression, part of your mind expecting him to be disgusted. Instead, he looks happy. No not that, proud .
You sit up, crawling into his lap and kissing him. You wrap your arms around his neck, grinding your sex against the bulge in his pants. "Sam~" you purr, pressing your chest against his and grinning as a quiet groan leaves his lips. "You know you can make me feel good, don't you?" You run the edge of your nail along the back of his neck, feeling his body shutter. "You know what you do to me, hm? Do you like it when I moan your name?" You lean closer to his ear, kissing the lobe. His hands move to your hips, squeezing and prodding at your skin.
“Yeah, I do,” Sam mutters, small breathy groans tumbling from his lips.
“Fuck me Sam,” You breathe into his ear, smiling coyly as you feel him get harder. “I want you. I want you inside me.”
Sam looks up at you, his cheeks red and his brows furrowed. “You have to get off me first baby, I can’t take off my pants with you on em.”
You obey, slinking backwards and sitting with your ass on the bed and knees pressed together, folding your hands on your lap and smiling at him. Sam stares at you for a moment, finally spurring into action and almost ripping off his pants. He throws them to the floor, underwear coming right after. As soon as he’s entirely undressed, you reach out to him, motioning for him to come closer. He crawls to you, cupping your cheek and kissing you. Your entire body feels hot as he slowly eases you to your back again, his rough hand smoothing over your side and gripping at your skin. “Sam,” You whisper,spreading your legs apart and lifting your head. You reach up, lying your hand on the back of his neck and your other on his shoulder. His head dips as he reaches down, aligning his cock with your entrance. “Please.”
Sam looks up again and he kisses you slowly, pressing forward. You gasp as he pushes inside of you, his length stretching you out with a delicious burn. He hisses, leaning forward and burying his head into your neck, breaths coming quick and hot. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants. “I’m almost there baby, just a-” He takes a shaky breath and stills for a moment. “Just a little more.”
You gasp and whine as he eases into you, tears pricking your eyes and nails digging into his skin. You feel your body shake around him, chills rocketing through your body. His hand is suddenly on your side again, his other lifting to wipe your tears off your cheeks, kisses soothing you slowly as he pushes the rest of the way inside of you. “Good job, you’re doing so well.” Sam murmurs against your skin, placing his hand on your chest. You manage to even out your breathing again, your arousal just multiplying. You start to wiggle your hips, urging Sam on, but he quickly captures them and shakes his head. “You gotta give me a second,” Sam huffs, a small smile ghosting his lips.
“Are you okay?” You shift yourself up onto your elbows, careful to keep the rest of your body still. You look up at him, cupping his cheek. “We don’t have to-”
“I just needed time to adjust,” Sam takes your hand, pressing kiss after kiss to your knuckles. “I promise I’m fine.”
You sit up further, kissing him tenderly. “I love you, you know that right?”
“Of course I do,” Sam smiles. “I love you too.” He takes a deep breath, nodding. “Ready?”
You nod, lying back down and dragging Sam down with you. He slowly begins to move, pulling out and pushing back in with an agonizingly slow pace. Your legs twitch closed around him again, rocking your hips with his thrusts. You toss your head back, dragging your nails along the back of his neck, breaths coming heavy with each thrust into you. Slowly it becomes less painful and more pleasurable, your body beginning to want more. Sam seems to notice what you desire. “Use your words,” He smiles, slowing down even further.
“I’m going to hit you,” You narrow your eyes, eliciting a loud laugh from the man over you.
“Alright, good enough,” Sam shakes his head, reaching up and taking hold of the headboard. He begins to quicken his thrusts, each reaching deeper and deeper inside you. You moan his name like a vice, eyes rolling back. You rock your body along with his movements, his grunts filling your head. His hips snap forward, brows furrowed. You scratch at his shoulder blades, each movement making the pool of heat in your abdomen fluctuate and strengthen. His eyes watch you close, his breaths deep and harsh. The muscles in his arms flex as you kiss him again, whimpering and moaning into his mouth. He drills into you harshly, a small smile on his face as he watches you come undone. You hardly give him any warning besides a gasp and your arched back before you come. You cry out, a collage of shudders overtaking your body and sending you convulsing under him. He silences your choked cries with a passionate kiss, his movements refusing to still despite your legs wrapping around him like a lifeline.You hold onto him, dragging him down to stuff your face into his neck. You pant against his skin, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pleasure of your orgasm overwhelms you.
“Farmer…” Sam gasps, gritting his teeth. “Let go I’m gonna-”
“Inside,” You look up at him, tightening your legs around him as his thrusts get sloppier. “Remember?”
Sam looks into your eyes, a look of happy surprise glimmering in his. He thrusts into you a few more times, finally groaning as he releases inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his muscles tense around you, a small broken moan spilling from his throat. You slowly rock your hips to help him ride through, stifling a gasp at the feeling of warmth flooding through your core. He all but collapses onto you, his hair damp with sweat. You both breathe slowly, trying to calm your racing hearts.
You start to laugh.
Sam lifts his head, a questioning, tired smile on his lips as he raises his eyebrow. “What?”
“Did you already forget the whole conversation that led to this?” You laugh, rolling him to the side and cuddling into his chest.
Sam’s cheeks go fluorescent red and he hugs you closer. “I just wasn’t sure if you still wanted to,” he mumbles.
You reach up, cupping his cheek and kissing him gently. “Sam. I want you and I to be a family. I want us to end up like Evelyn and George, old and happy together in a small town with our friends who are close enough to be related to us. I want this and I want everything you have to give.” You smirk, glancing down. “If that happens to include your kids, I’ll take them.”
Sam stays quiet for a moment, his eyes wide. “Farmer, you mean so much to me..!” He blubbers, his arms tightening around you. “I can’t wait for us to be parents,” he watches you with tears streaming down his cheeks, pupils blown and lip shivering.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up darling.” You sit up, slowly pulling him upwards and kissing the tears off his cheeks.
Sam nods, standing up and turning, picking you up like a princess and kissing you once again as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Sam.”