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Your body trembled slightly from exhaustion, your eyelids heavy, threatening to shut as you walked along the path. You’d done a lot today, it showed. Finally making it to your property, you sighed and checked on the chickens and cows before heading to your door.

Inside your home you found warmth and flickering firelight, a pleasant contrast to the chilly fall night. Standing by the fire was your husband, examining one of the house plants. His green jacket hung on the coat rack, where it was soon joined by your own coat. On the coffee table sat your dinner, likely put there by Harvey to keep it warm due to your lateness. As you entered, his head shot up, his gaze quickly turning to you. Harvey beamed, excitedly walking over to you.

“My love!” The doctor exclaimed, cupping your cheek gently and pressing a long, gentle kiss to your lips before speaking once more, “You’re home late-… are you alright?” He asked quietly, his expression softening as he noticed your tiredness.

At your nod, he smiled once again, sighing with relief. “I’m glad. I made you dinner!”

Your husband grabbed the plate of food from in front of the fire, bringing it to the dinner table and setting it down. Autumn’s bounty, a simple yet delicious meal. A taste of the season.

“I know it’s not much,” Harvey muttered, rubbing his arm. “But I hope you like it! I tried something different with the seasoning…”

Taking a bite, your face lit up. It was heavenly, and just a few bites instantly made you feel less like the living dead. Upon seeing your expression, your lover relaxed, sitting across from you and resting his chin on his palm. He just watched you for a few seconds, admiring the way your eyes reflected the fire behind him. Eventually he cleared his throat, looking down at the table and fidgeting with his hands.

“I… ahem… I ate before you got home. I’m sorry… you got home quite late and I didn’t know how much longer you’d take-” he gulped, looking back up from the table to meet your gaze, pushing up his glasses as he did, “-I’m n-not mad! It’s perfectly fine that you got home late… I actually.. I’m very proud of you,” Harvey muttered, rubbing his arm and peering into your eyes. “You’re such a wonderful guy. Hard-working, strong… I’m so happy to call you my husband.”

Harvey was a blushing mess at this point, a common occurrence for him. He was beaming, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. You put down your fork and grabbed his hand. The doctor yelped quietly at the sudden contact, looking down at your hand over his. He sighed happily, sandwiching your hand with his other, and focusing back on your eyes.

“...Thank you for understanding, honey,” he whispered, nodding.

Once you finished your food, Harvey took your plate, walking over to the sink. He washed your plate off, humming quietly. Wiping his hands on a clean dishcloth, the doctor looked over at you.

“We should try to rest, dear. You’ve had a long day…” he offered quietly, tilting his head. Your husband set the dishcloth on the counter, walking behind your chair and kissing your cheek, beginning to gently rub your shoulders. You could smell the familiar aroma of coffee on your lover, a comforting scent that brought you fond memories of him. “Come to bed, love.” He cooed, helping you stand. His gaze drifted across your face, a pleased hum coming from his lips.

The two of you walked to your room to get settled down. Harvey sat on the edge of his side of the bed, taking off his socks and shirt, glancing over at you as you got undressed as well. His face heated up slightly and he quickly looked away, gulping and fumbling with his belt and slacks.

You noticed his flustered state and laughed softly. Now only in boxers, you got into bed and crawled over to his side to help him with his slacks. He whimpered nervously, looking down at his lap. He yelped quietly as your lips met his cheek, and shuddered as they moved to his neck. Your husband nibbled his bottom lip, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Y-..you’re a tease…” he muttered, grinning sheepishly and looking up from his lap to meet your eyes. The doctor’s face was flushed, his chest rising and falling a little harder with his breaths. He lifted your chin with his fingers, his emerald green eyes boring into yours for just a few seconds, a few seconds that stretched so far. He moved his hand to brush some of your hair out of your face before capturing your lips with his own in a kiss.

Harvey’s lips moved against yours, deeply, passionately. He poured his love into the kiss, poured his heart into it. His free hand steadily grasped your hip, his thumb rubbing up and down soothingly as he shifted to be more center-bed.

After a few moments, he pulled away, panting softly. His eyes shone with an excitement that you’d seen many times before but that you would never tire of. “I-..” he stumbled over his words, fidgeting with a strand of your hair. “I a-apologize.. ahem, d-do… do you want this to continue..? M-Maybe..? It’s- it’s totally okay i-if not, I just-”

He was silenced by you suddenly straddling his hips and pushing your mouths together, a gasp and muffled whimper leaving Harvey’s lips. His hand on your hip squeezed, as his other trailed down to your back, feeling over the ridges of your spine. He broke away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. You could feel the twitch in Harvey’s briefs, the warmth seeping through them. He laughed breathlessly, shaking slightly as he stared up into your eyes. The doctor chewed his lip anxiously, searching your gaze for permission to continue.

When he found what he was looking for, he slowly hooked his thumb on the waistband of your boxers. Harvey let out a shaky sigh as he pulled down the fabric, letting free your aching hardness. He shuddered, biting his tongue to not moan as he stared and tossed your briefs aside. His own cock continued to jump and throb in his drawers, aching to be let out. Your husband stirred uncomfortably, glancing up at you through his eyelashes.

“I love you,” He mumbled, his gaze full of affection. His voice trembled slightly, it always did when he was this flustered.

He slowly ran his fingers through your hair, feeling the softness of it, before pulling your face down to his, kissing you roughly. Harvey grabbed onto your hip and flipped the two of you over, pinning you down to the soft mattress as his mouth continued to work against your own. He nipped at your bottom lip, pulling it slightly with his teeth, before deepening the kiss.

Pulling back from the kiss, panting, Harvey let out a heavy sigh. He panted, quivering. The doctor made quick work of the remaining fabric that trapped him, throwing his underwear aside, not caring where they went. His dick sprung free, twitching, the tip drooling precum. Slowly, he got between your thighs, pressing your lengths together. Your husband spat onto his hand and wrapped it around your combined arousals, beginning to stroke delicately. Quiet moans and whines began to spill from his lips, his eyes closing. His free hand slid down to your ass, two fingers sliding in easily, working in and out. He continued gingerly stroking the two of you, whimpering. He thrust his fingers knuckle-deep inside of you, using them to scissor you open carefully, all the while trying to make sure you were comfortable. Harvey groaned, feeling you clench around his fingers as he added a third.

“There we go… good boy- you’re doing really well,” he muttered, stroking along your inner walls, curling his fingers against your prostate every few seconds to draw out quiet sounds of pleasure from your throat.

Eventually, Harvey allowed himself to slide out of his grip, his hands slowing to a stop. Slowly, pulling his fingers out of your tight hole, he reached over to the bedside table. He shuffled through the drawer and eventually took out the small, half-empty bottle that was stored inside. Sitting up straight, Harvey flicked open the cap with his thumb, pouring a dollop of lube onto his hand. He hissed slightly as he spread the cool, viscous substance over himself, wincing.

Looking down at you to confirm you still wanted to continue, Harvey slowly lined up the thick head of his cock against your entrance. He took a deep breath and pushed up his glasses, holding your hips. He exhaled as he pressed forward, the outward breath turning into a moan as he popped past the tight ring of muscle.

Harvey leaned down and kissed you as he began to rock back and forth at a steady pace, his hips moving only a little to allow you to relax around the intrusion. As your body began to relax, he let himself push a few inches deeper, drawing in a sharp breath. Harvey’s thumbs rubbed your hips soothingly as he rolled his body against yours, sliding out fully before pushing his way back in, over and over. Your husband parted from the kiss, adjusting himself so he hit the sweet spot inside of you more easily. He stared down at your blissful expression and chuckled breathlessly, grinning a bit.

Harvey began to move a bit faster, pulling and pushing your body with each of his own movements. He grunted, his hips snapping forward harder into you with each thrust. “D-doing s-so well, darling.. Fuuuck..” he whined, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

Your husband focused on your eyes, his own emerald green ones filled to the brim with pleasure and passion. His breaths came out heavy, his chest heaving. He growled and slammed into you rougher, deeper, his hips flush with yours. Harvey repeatedly retracted fully before pushing forward again. He basked in the sounds of your cries and moans, the visual of you squirming beneath him, your dick slapping against your stomach every time he thrust forward again.

“I love you- f-fuck, I love you,” he moaned, “You’re s-such a good boy,- m-my love.. I..” he grunted, pushing up his glasses a bit before grabbing your hip again. “You’re p-perfect-”

Harvey continued to fuck into your tight heat, his length throbbing with need for release. It pulsed with his rapid heartbeat that seemed to hammer against his ribs. The sound of your lovemaking filled the room, your combined cries and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the cabin.

The doctor’s head tilted back, his eyes closing as he neared his peak. His movements grew sloppier, more desperate. His head roughly impacted your prostate over and over, pushing you over the edge, your cum covering your own chest. With a final, loud cry of ecstasy, Harvey reached his climax. His hips surged forward and Harvey buried his cock deep inside of your tightness as his hot, sticky seed shot out and flooded your guts. He moaned out loud, grinding his pelvis against yours to work the both of you through your releases, keeping himself embedded inside you.

Your husband trembled, shivering with pleasure. His brow was sweating, chest heaving. His eyes cracked open to look down at your thoroughly used body. He laughed softly, moving a hand up to cup your cheek. “Are you okay…?” He asked quietly, tilting his head.

When you nodded, he let out a breath of relief. “Good-... good.” He nodded, running his thumb across your cheek. “I.. I love you. A lot. I really, really hope you know that,”

Harvey slowly leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your forehead, beaming. Carefully, he slid out of your abused ass, a quiet moan escaping him due to the sensation. He rolled to the side so he wasn’t hovering above you, and cuddled you closely. The doctor peppered your neck and cheeks with kisses, muttering soft words of affection and praise. He ran his hands through your hair, feeling the softness.

When both of you had calmed down enough, he slowly propped himself up on his elbow. “Why don’t we go take a little bath, honey? You’re a mess…” he muttered. “I don’t want you to go to bed uncomfortable.” He smiled, kissing your cheek.

When you agreed, Harvey helped you onto your shaking legs and guided you to the bathroom. He turned on the water, making sure it was nice and warm. When he felt the temperature was right, he filled the bath and helped you submerge yourself. The warm water felt amazing, the feeling of it bringing you to a state of relaxed bliss. Harvey cooed quietly, kneeling by the bath and kissing your cheek.

“Relax, honey.. I’ve got you.” He whispered, grabbing a washcloth. He got it damp and wiped down your chest, washing away the evidence of your satisfaction. Harvey hummed a soft tune, dunking the washcloth once more and cleansing your face of sweat and tears, dabbing and rubbing gently. “I’ve got you…”

When you were clean, your husband simply took your hand, kissing it gently. He let you relax in the water for a few long minutes before it started to get cold. Harvey muttered something you couldn’t quite hear due to your tired state, but it was probably something along the lines of “let’s get you to bed,” because the next thing you felt was him slowly lifting you out of the water and helping you walk back to your bedroom.

He sat you down, rubbing your back comfortingly. Harvey left the room momentarily and soon came back with a warm mug of tea. He gave it to you and sat behind you, lovingly massaging your shoulders and back as you drank your tea. He kissed the back of your neck, sighing. “You’re perfect.. I love you,” was all you could really make out.

You felt him take the empty mug from your hands and set it on the bedside table. He guided you down to the mattress and cuddled up to you, cradling you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple. The last thing you heard was “goodnight dear..” before sleep took you.

Your grandfather nods approvingly from the grave /silly

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The chill of winter bit at your face, your nose and cheeks burning from the cold while you walked. You glanced up at the sky and smiled, watching the snowflakes slowly drifting down. Walking up to the clinic door, you shifted your grip on the thermoses in your hands, trying to tuck one into your arm to open the door. As you did, Emily walked out, her eyes going wide.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, blinking in surprise. “Here, let me help you…” Emily smiled softly and held the door for you. You nodded your thanks and flashed her a friendly grin as you walked inside with the thermoses.

You sighed, grateful for the warmth that greeted you when you entered the clinic. Setting down the thermoses, you took off your mittens and toque, rubbing your hands together to warm them and looking up at the geeky nurse who was currently packing up her things at the front desk.

“Ah-” she looked up as you entered, at first wondering why someone was coming in this late, concern etched on her face. As soon as she realized it was you, though, she relaxed. Giving you a quick look over and confirming to herself that you were uninjured, she nodded over at the door in the center of the green-walled room, “he’s in his office. You can go ahead and go back there, the door’s unlocked. He’s probably just finishing up some paperworks.” Maru put on her gloves and smirked. “I should probably get going- I’m working really hard on my project nowadays.”

The purple-eyed nurse winked and threw a backpack over her shoulder and walked through the door behind her, before soon coming out of the previously mentioned door you were about to go into and leaving the clinic.

You stuffed your mittens and hat in your coat pocket, shrugging off the remaining cold. Grabbing the thermoses, you walked back to Harvey’s office, knocking a couple of times on the door before once again shifting the thermoses in your grip and entering.

Your husband looked up from his clipboard, having been checking things from the day. He beamed as he saw you and gasped quietly, setting down the clipboard and rushing over to you. The doctor kissed your cheek softly, a wide grin plastered on his face, his mustache curling up slightly.

“Hi, honey!” Harvey sighed, pulling back and cupping your cheek before noticing the thermoses in your hands. He gasped again, his eyebrows raising. “You brought us coffee-? Oh, thank you so much, sweetheart…”

The doctor carefully took the thermoses from you, kissing your still-slightly-red nose gently. He turned to the counter and placed the thermoses down. After doing so, he looked at you and squealed quietly, hugging you. Harvey met your lips with his for a good few seconds before slowly pulling away, blushing.

He tilted his head slightly as you held up a hand and dove into your pocket. His eyes practically glowed with excitement when you took out the little jar of pickled snow yams. Harvey inhaled sharply, joy dancing across his face. Your husband slowly took the jar, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Honey- goodness, my birthday isn’t for another 3 days and you made me coffee and this!?” He looked up at you, still slightly shocked, before whispering, “I love you… more than I can say. You... you mean the world to me.”

You watched as the doctor, his expression one of pure delight, unscrewed the lid to the jar and took out one slice of the vegetable. He popped it in his mouth, shuddering, nearly melting at the taste. He looked back at you with awe, sighing, and speaking with a full mouth, “You’re so perfect… I can’t believe I’m married to you.”

Your husband swallowed and licked off his fingers, a habit you only ever saw him partake in when he’d consume pickles of your making. It was a cute habit, and it made you proud that you could make him that happy. He screwed the lid back on and put it in the pocket of his long blue coat, meeting your eyes once more.

“I uh… was planning on heading home soon, actually. But I’d hate to make you walk back after you walked all the way here, so… let’s just sit for a while.” he offered quietly, pulling out his office chair for you and taking one of the less-comfortable patient chairs for himself.

You and Harvey took the thermoses from the counter and slowly drank. You enjoyed watching Harvey’s continuously happy expression as he gulped down the warm dark brown liquid.

Putting down the cup with a satisfied sigh, Harvey smiled warmly and met your eyes. “Heavenly, as always,” he muttered, blushing. “I’m so happy you came to visit me today, love. I missed you..” He chuckled, looking down at his hands and fidgeting.

Leaning forward, you took his chin and tilted his head up, having his gaze meet your own. Harvey’s eyes widened briefly before softening, his pupils dilating. An adorable pink hue danced across his face, his mustache quirking upwards just as it did whenever he smiled.

Slowly, your husband leaned forward and kissed you softly. His hand gently rested on your thigh, rubbing softly as his lips pressed against yours. After a few seconds, Harvey pulled away, sighing with delight. His eyes shone with pure love, wrinkling at the corners due to his wide, unwavering smile.

“I love you- I know I say it a lot… but it’s just because it’s true.” Harvey chuckled, looking over your face and down at your hand intertwined with his, “I.. I still can’t believe you’re my husband... But I’m so, so very thankful that you are. I am unbelievably lucky to have you.”

After a few more seconds of his swooning, Harvey cleared his throat. He leaned back, looking away and going red with embarrassment. “My apologies,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “you only just got here- I’m already getting all fluttery…”

The doctor fidgeted slightly, biting his lip and trying to think of something to say, ashamed that he was acting like a teenager. You knew he couldn’t help it though, and leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He gasped softly and giggled, blinking away tears, turning back to you.

“Thank you, love.. Just– for understanding.” He whispered, putting his forehead to yours. “For choosing me.” Harvey allowed his eyes to flutter shut as he pressed his lips against your own, squeezing your hand.

Your husband’s thumb gently ran back and forth overtop the back of your fingers. He let out a quiet whimper as you deepened the kiss, his breath hitching.

After ten long seconds, Harvey pulled back from the kiss, panting. “Darling...” he mumbled, trembling slightly, “...too much of that and I might think you want us to go home-” the doctor was silenced by you pressing your mouths together once more, gripping his hand tightly.

Letting out a whine, Harvey’s free hand came to your thigh, running up it before coming to rest on your hip. Your husband pulled you closer, rubbing your hip.

When your lips finally broke away from his, Harvey shuddered, staring into your eyes. He choked back the sound that tried to escape his throat as his pupils darted back and forth between yours. Harvey leaned back and let go of your hip, looking away and taking a long sip of coffee.

“Someone’s a little eager today, mm?” He joked, trying to hide how much it was affecting him. You watched as your husband shifted, crossing his legs slightly and taking another sip. “You know we should wait, dear,” he muttered, setting down his thermos and turning to look at you again, nibbling his lip slightly and continuing, “it’d simply be unprofessional for this to continue.”

He waited a few seconds, taking account of the disappointed look on your face. With a sigh, he looked down at your intertwined hands, frowning in thought.

Eventually, he mumbled, “I… suppose that… if you’d truly want for this to continue- we can stay for a bit.” Your husband blushed, incredibly embarrassed of what was taking place in his place of work.

His blush, however, quickly went from purely embarrassment to evidence of his further arousal as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his throat. He yelped, his body going rigid. You let out a cooing sound and kissed his neck again, your free hand softly gripping his knee and prying his legs open, making the bulge that had formed in his trousers more visible and, more importantly, accessible. Harvey let out a pitiful whimper, tilting his head back for your mouth and letting his eyes close. He sighed shakily as your lips closed around his skin, creating a seal. The doctor bit back a moan as you sucked gently on the flesh, his hand squeezing yours.

You chuckled against his neck, pulling away just enough to view the reddening mark on his throat. He allowed your hand to slip from his grasp, swallowing nervously while your fingers began to work on removing his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. Your husband shivered as his coat and shirt were removed from him, watching while you gingerly placed them on the counter. You tilted his face back to you, having him meet your gaze. He gulped, waiting for your next move. His pupils were dilated, his face red, a slight trickle of sweat running down his temple. You cupped his face, running your thumb over the apple of his cheek. Harvey let out a quivering breath and closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. He gasped and whimpered as you stood, pulled him out of the chair, and pushed him up against the counter. Your husband didn’t say anything, his hand coming to your hip and squeezing it, the other gripping the edge of the counter..

Harvey’s breath shook when your hand pressed against his chest, travelling downwards painfully slowly. The tips of your fingers graced over his treasure trail before you gripped his belt buckle and undid it with one hand. Harvey stared down at your hands as you pulled off his belt and put it aside. He took soft, shallow breaths, trying to be still. His hips involuntarily jerked forward while you unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting them pool at his feet. He kicked them aside, not caring to put them on the counter.

You grinned, cupping his aching arousal through his boxers. Harvey choked on his breath, closing his eyes and whining. His hips bucked once more and he gripped your hip and the counter tighter, his nails digging into your flesh. With your free hand, you unclasped your overalls and let them fall, also kicking them aside and taking off your own shirt with them.

Your husband couldn’t resist, his emerald eyes opening to look over your body. He let out a cute little moan, his breath growing heavier. Your hips pressed forward, grinding your clothed cock against his. Harvey gasped, biting his lip and shutting his eyes again. Your finger hooked on his boxers and pulled them down. His aching hardness sprung free, already twitching and leaking, begging for more attention. Harvey let out harsh pants and gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. You pushed off your own briefs and once again pressed your groins together. Harvey closed his eyes, shaking, once again letting out a quiet groan.

You chuckled quietly and spat on your hand, wrapping it around your aching members. Your mouth worked on his throat some more, your fingers squeezing and massaging the two of you. Harvey’s whimpers filled the office, his breath hitching when you’d squeeze the two of you harder. He began to fuck into your hand, his nails digging harder into your hip. You bit down on his throat gently, once again sucking a hickey into it before pulling back and examining your work with a satisfied grin.

You pressed a kiss to the mark and pulled back to watch your husband’s face. Harvey’s eyes opened, hazy and glossy. His eyes met yours and he gulped, a tear running down his face.

“Ff-fuck I love you…” he muttered, beaming.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. You responded to his words with your own before leaning in and kissing him. Your hand moved faster over the two of you, making him moan into the kiss. Deepening the kiss, you pressed him harder against the counter, your free hand gripping the opposite side of it, effectively pinning him in place. Harvey whined into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your neck.

Harvey’s dick throbbed in your grip, pulsing with his heartbeat. Your head spun with pleasure as you continued your movements, your mouth never leaving Harvey’s. The office was filled with the sounds of you and your husband’s quiet whines and cries of pleasure, muffled by each other’s mouths, and the sound of your hand working over the two of you.

Your combined sounds began getting louder, your bodies both shaking. Harvey broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. He stared into your eyes, his expression showing his desperate need for release. He was practically drooling, his vision fuzzy, his eyes glazed over. Your husband put his forehead to yours, shutting his eyes tightly.

“H-honey,” he choked out, his words briefly being cut off as he let out a whimper, “s-sweetheart I… fuck, I l-love you so, so very m-much…”

You moaned out your response and closed your eyes, your hand speeding up as much as you could make it.

Harvey soon let out a broken cry, burying his face in your shoulder and yelping as his orgasm hit him. His cock twitched and throbbed, thick ropes of his cum erupting out from the tip. His release ran down your hand and covered your combined lengths, the warmth seeping into your skin. You found your own climax and came with a shuddering moan, your hand slowing down and easing the two of you through your pleasure.

Your hand slowed to a stop, the two of you still shaking. For a few moments, you both stood there, trembling, catching your breath. You carefully tilted Harvey’s head up with your clean hand, having him face you. Whispering words of praise, affection, and love, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then captured his lips with your own. Harvey let out a soft, quivering sigh, leaning into it.

When the kiss broke, you both sat down in your respective chairs. Harvey shakily grabbed his coffee and sipped it, still staring at you with adoration. Wanting to mess with him, you grinned and made a show of licking off your fingers. Harvey yelped and choked on his coffee, looking away. He set down his coffee, coughing.

You giggled before reaching around and patting him on the back roughly, helping him. He mumbled his thanks, blushing heavily.

“You’re… a jerk.” Your husband scoffed, glancing up at you. “...but I love you all the same, honey.” He beamed, kissing your cheek and sipping his coffee again.

After a few seconds, Harvey sighed and set down his thermos. “We should get dressed and get cleaned up, okay? Then when we get home I’ll prepare dinner for us. How’s that sound?”

You nodded and the two of you stood. Harvey stretched, still slightly shaky. You got a few good seconds in checking him out, which didn’t go unnoticed. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. Grabbing a few paper towels, Harvey cleaned the two of you up, as well as wiped the counter, floor, and chairs down with disinfectant.

Both of you got dressed and Harvey took your hand slowly, kissing it. “Let’s go. We’ll have dinner and cuddle. All I want is to fall asleep in your arms.” He whispered, his eyes shining with affection. “I love you, darling…”

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The storm raged outside. You were laying in bed, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting your window rapidly, the wind rustling the trees, and the occasional far away thunder. Your dog was laying next to you on your bed, his head laying on your lap as you rested.

The day had been… bad. No getting around it, the day was plain bad. You were halfway through spring and overworking yourself to a breaking point. Instead of taking your husband’s advice and taking a day off, you’d worked even harder on the farm and visited the mines. You ended up getting pretty beat up, narrowly escaping, and then slipping in the mud on your way home. Now, you had a sprained ankle, a splitting headache, and a fever likely brought on by both your mental and physical stress.

You shivered, the fire and blankets barely doing anything to help your fever chills. Your dog looked up at you, whimpering quietly. They sat up and licked your cheek, their tail wagging. You let out a weak chuckle and scratched behind the pup’s ear, sighing.

You could hear quiet humming from the kitchen. Soft, mindless humming. Your husband, Harvey, was cooking. He had already given you a gentle scolding for your stubbornness while he’d tended to your ankle. As much as you hated seeing him worry about you… it was charming. Adorable, even. You still disliked it, and goodness, you weren’t going to encourage his anxieties, but knowing you were cared for was certainly comforting.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear as Harvey walked into the room, holding a bowl. His voice was what ended up snapping you out of your trance, your eyes opening. “Here you go, darling.” He whispered, handing the bowl to you.

The smell of parsnip soup filled your nostrils, the feel of the bowl in your hands instantly giving you warmth. You sighed and looked up at Harvey, your eyes full of thankfulness.

Harvey beamed, kissing the top of your head softly. “Eat up, dear,” he muttered, putting a hand on your cheek and pulling back to look at you, “your body is using a lot of energy right now, and you need to feed it for it to recover properly. Okay…?” He asked as his smile faltered somewhat in concern.

You nodded. Harvey smiled warmly and dipped the spoon into the creamy broth, stirring slightly before getting a spoonful. The look and smell of the soup made your mouth water and your stomach growl slightly. He lifted the spoon to your lips. You sighed and blew softly before parting your lips. Harvey tipped the spoon, pouring the liquid into your waiting chops. The warmth of it felt heavenly, making your chills that much better. You let out a quiet sound of satisfaction, smiling weakly. Harvey’s smile widened in return and he continued to feed you.

Each time the spoon tipped into your mouth, you felt a little better. The warm soup, made from iridium-quality parsnips harvested just this morning, being spoon-fed to you by the person you loved most-... it felt almost healing, and definitely refreshing in comparison to the day you’d had, and your overall spring so far.

“There we go…” Harvey mumbled as he brought another spoonful to your lips, his hand remaining on your cheek. “...Just relax, love. I’ve got you.”

You took the spoon between your lips, gulping down the soup. For the first time all spring, you felt at peace. You hadn’t allowed yourself to rest for quite a few weeks, and this was pure heaven in comparison to the nonstop working. It was like this every spring since you’d arrived in the valley, working yourself until you burned out. But with Harvey… things felt better. He’d encourage you to take breaks, hold you every night… You couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him.

Your thoughts were snapped by Harvey quickly snatching the bowl away to make sure nothing would spill as your dog jumped off the bed, barking at thunder. You groaned in pain, the sound of their barks and the roar of thunder not doing your headache any favors. You winced, closing your eyes tightly.

“Oh, my love…” Harvey whispered with a frown, setting the bowl on the bedside table and putting his forehead to yours. “Shh… it’s okay, honey. I’ve got you…”

Harvey gently kissed you on the forehead and stood from where he was crouching, walking over to his little cubby and grabbing his headphones. He disconnected the wire and brought them to you, putting them over your ears to help muffle the dog. He let you finish your soup before he slowly crawled into bed with you, cradling you close to him, running his fingers through your hair.

You held onto your husband tightly, trying to ignore everything else. Trying to ignore the dog, trying to ignore the headache, the chills, your ankle. You just sobbed quietly, holding him and letting him hold you in return. You knew that despite the pain and the fever, there’s nowhere you’d rather be in this moment than in his arms.

After a few minutes, the dog had stopped, and you removed the headphones. Harvey continued running his fingers through your hair, sighing.

“It’s going to be okay, darling.” He muttered, kissing the top of your head. “I’m here, my love. I’m not going anywhere. No matter what, my sweet.”

You sniffled and buried your face in your husband’s chest, allowing yourself to cry. He just continued reassuring you that you’d be alright. You weren’t used to this feeling, really. Vulnerability, weakness. You didn’t typically let people see you cry or break. You were stronger than that. But something about Harvey… the way he held you, his soothing words hitting your ears in such a way that you felt safer than you ever had, it broke down your walls.

The sounds of Harvey’s heartbeat, his affectionate words, and the now more gentle rain on your window seemed to calm you. Your tears began to dry, and your body stopped shaking. Harvey smiled and kissed your cheek, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“That’s my boy, honey…” He cooed quietly, sighing softly. “I think it’s time we both got some rest, yeah?” Harvey said, removing and folding his glasses, reaching over and putting them on his bedside table.

You could only nod, now realizing just how tired you really were. You let out a few sleepy noises that were your attempts at “I love yous” but they really came out as gibberish. Harvey understood you nonetheless, and whispered “I love you,” in return, kissing your cheek.

You giggled very quietly and sighed, your vision blurring and your eyes closing. Harvey reached over and shut off the lamp, the room being engulfed in darkness as sleep overtook your body.

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The heat of the sun’s blinding rays seeped through your shirt, beating down on your back as you tended to the farm. You grunted as you hoisted up the last large melon in the patch and put it in your wheelbarrow, wiping your brow afterwards. 

You smiled, sighing and stretching. You brushed the dirt off your hands and pushed the wheelbarrow over to the shipping bin. You loaded all but one of the melons into the bin, and grabbed a handful of blueberries from your basket before also lovingly placing it in the bin. 

You pocketed the blueberries and put the melon on your shoulder, walking up onto the porch and opening the door. Your husband, Harvey, was inside. He was watering one of the indoor plants, smiling and humming quietly. 

“Oh-! Hello, lovely.” Harvey beamed, setting down the watering can. “Oh my, here… let me help you, love,” he took the melon, setting it on the counter with a huff. 

You thanked your husband with a kiss on the cheek, smiling. You fished out the blueberries and put them in a bowl to wash them, going to the sink. Harvey came up behind you while you rinsed off the berries, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck softly before resting his chin on your shoulder.

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips, and you leaned back against him with a quiet sigh. Despite already being hot from the summer sun, you didn’t mind the warmth of your husband’s embrace. It was comforting, calming. It was heaven. 

After you’d rinsed the blueberries, Harvey pulled away, tilting his head. “Oh, darling! I was going to tell you after you got done with the farm… I found this apricot in the back of the fridge, I think it’s from the very last day of spring… It doesn’t look bad, and it’s not squishy. Refrigerated apricots can last quite a while, and I don’t doubt your beautiful fruits at all, my love.” He cleared his throat, grabbing an apricot from the fridge. “If you’d want to use it, it’d be the time!” 

Your eyes lit up, your gaze zeroing in on the fruit. Perfect! This was what you’d needed. You nodded, taking it and kissing Harvey on the nose, bringing your blueberries and the apricot to the counter next to the melon. You took a knife from the block and chopped up the apricot first, placing the pit in a jar that read seeds on it.

“What are you making, love?” Harvey asked, eyes locking on the large knife in your hand.

You smiled softly and grabbed your notepad of recipes, flipping the pages and tapping the top of the page that read “fruit salad.”

Harvey smiled and nodded, laughing softly. “A wonderful idea, darling. You deserve it after working so hard. I know summer’s rough on you, love.” Your husband leaned on the counter beside where you were cutting, watching you to make sure you didn’t cut yourself, and totally NOT checking out your muscles at the same time. 

The blade cut through the tough skin of the melon, piercing the flesh. You pushed down harder until the blade hit the cutting board. Harvey watched carefully as you continued cutting the melon. You sliced half of it into neat cubes and put the rest of it in the fridge. Harvey grabbed a large bowl and set it beside the cutting board, happy to help. You giggled quietly and popped a blueberry in his mouth, then proceeded with mixing everything in the salad bowl. 

Harvey chewed thoughtfully, watching as you mixed the fruits. He nuzzled your cheek, kissing it softly. The doctor swallowed the blueberry and sighed, once again resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’re doing so well, you know that…?” Harvey asked, closing his eyes. “I am so, so proud of you.” He muttered, taking a deep breath.

You sighed, leaning back into his chest, closing your eyes. Harvey’s hands came to your hips, squeezing and rubbing gently. A soft moan escaped your lips as your husband began slowly peppering your neck with kisses. He grinned, letting out a quiet hum.

“I love you, darling.” Harvey cooed, his voice dropping to a whisper, “You deserve to relax.”

Harvey slowly took a melon cube from the bowl and popped it in your mouth, chuckling. You let out a soft whine, chewing. You shuddered, laughing quietly. You wondered aloud what had gotten into your husband, and he giggled, beaming.

“We’re halfway through summer and you’re working yourself down to the bone. Take the rest of the day off, darling-... please?” He turned you to face him, tilting his head. His mustache quirked upwards as he smiled, giving you slight puppy eyes. 

Glancing outside at the warm tones now painting the sky, you sighed and nodded, a soft smile crossing your face.

“Thank you, darling.” Harvey wrapped his arms around you, giving you a big squeeze and nuzzling your nose with his own. 

Your husband caught your lips with his own, kissing you deeply, passionately. You squeaked and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with a muffled giggle. The two of you parted after a few moments, and Harvey stared into your eyes, a big grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes but kissed him on the nose, and allowed him to pull you to the couch. 

You hummed and set down the fruit bowl on the side table, smiling and nuzzling up to your husband. He let out a satisfied sigh, adjusting your positions so you comfortably laid on top of him. You felt your husband’s arms wrap loosely around your waist, his hands carefully rubbing your back. Your head slowly fell forward to rest on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat filled you with calm, and Harvey kissed the top of your head. 

You caught yourself almost slipping into sleep, and grumbled, sitting up. Harvey’s eyes widened and he pouted, his hands coming to your waist. “Darling? Why are you getting up?” He whined quietly, tilting his head. 

You stared down at your pouting husband, hesitating before explaining it was too early for you to rest, and that you didn’t want to fall asleep at this hour. 

Harvey cooed, brushing some of your hair out of your face and laughing breathlessly. “You truly are stubborn, love,” he whispered, blushing slightly. “You know, it really isn’t healthy to force yourself to stay awake-” 

Harvey noticed your deepening frown and paused. He took a deep breath and glanced at the fruit bowl. “How about this,” he began, grabbing a blueberry, “we can do something a little more stimulating. Go for a walk, read a book, or just go outside and watch the birds…” your husband popped the blueberry into your mouth, smiling. “Just something other than work.”

The idea of walking made you slowly nod, and your husband smiled with satisfaction. “Good. I just don’t want you to be hurting yourself out there, dear.” 

The two of you stood, and you grabbed the fruit bowl. Harvey admired you for a few moments before taking your hand. 

With the sun setting, the air was cool, refreshing in comparison to midday. A soft breeze ran past the two of you, your hair flowing. The setting sun cast a golden glow on your husband’s face, his glasses glinting somewhat. You realized you were staring and squeaked softly, looking away and eating a cube of watermelon. Harvey chuckled and kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand.

“It’s alright, love. Just… relax, okay?” he murmured, smiling. 

The two of you walked through the town, passing. Most everyone was heading home by now, and you greeted a few of them. You and Harvey walked to the fountain, your steps slow. You set down the bowl on the edge of the fountain, and turned to Harvey. The wind caressed your faces, and you met your husband’s eyes. Harvey beamed and pressed a very soft kiss to your lips, taking your hands into his. You stepped closer and deepened the kiss somewhat, squeezing his hands. 

A soft whimper escaped your husband’s lips, and he chuckled, pulling away from the kiss slowly. “Sweetheart- oh, you’re a tease.” He smiled, and gave you another peck.

You laughed and shrugged, nuzzling his cheek. The doctor nuzzled yours in return, before resting his forehead against yours. 

“I love you so much…” he whispered, releasing his grip on your hands to wrap his arms around your midsection. Your own arms came up, wrapping around his neck. Harvey kissed you again, with slightly more pressure this time, but still kept it soft and sweet. 

The two of you parted with a shared sound of happiness. You both turned your heads, looking out at the sun finally dipping out of sight, and the warm tones in the sky shifting darker. Harvey smiled and sat on the bench, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You and your husband stared up at the sky, the way the colors danced across the clouds. 

The stars twinkled in the now-night sky, the sight one you could never enjoy before you came here. The lights of the city were always far too bright for the sky to be properly visible. But now, sitting with your husband… you could see the stars shining as bright as ever. 

You leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder. You felt at peace. You felt happy. 

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As the two of you entered the cabin, your husband let out a quiet sigh and removed his coat. You glanced at him as you started taking off your shoes, and took a moment to admire your husband’s form. No, Harvey wasn’t a hunk, or a model. But he was yours. You loved how he looked. You loved him. 

Harvey, glancing at you, picked up on your staring. He blushed, finished hanging up his coat, and set down the now empty salad bowl. He cleared his throat and spoke, “Ah- darling…” he met your eyes. “Do you want something?” He asked quietly, smiling. 

You walked forward and pulled on the doctor’s tie, humming. He gasped as you pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. His eyes fluttered shut and he whimpered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to lean into it. 

After a few seconds, the two of you parted, and you saw pink dance across Harvey’s face. “Darling…” He whispered, nuzzling your nose with his, “Tonight has been wonderful.” 

You nodded in agreement, fidgeting with his tie. Harvey let out a shaky breath, leaning down and nuzzling the side of your neck. You gulped, a quiet whine coming from your mouth as his breath washed over the sensitive skin. 

“I want to treat you, my sweet.” The doctor whispered, pressing his lips to your throat, eliciting a quiet moan from you. Your husband chuckled and began peppering the flesh with soft kisses, gripping your hips tighter. He cooed soothingly as you squirmed, taking a deep breath. “Be calm, my love.” He whispered. 

Your husband pulled away to look you in the eyes. Taking in your flustered expression, he gulped and nodded to the couch. You agreed silently, and followed him. 

Harvey lit the fireplace, then laid down and pulled you with him, having you lay on top of him once more. He sighed, running his hand through your hair, whispering words of affection. The doctor adjusted your positions, and nuzzled into your neck once again. He cooed and pressed another kiss to your throat.

You shuddered, shifting around to straddle his hips. His breath hitched and he groaned quietly, continuing to kiss your neck. “Mmh-... good boy, dear.” He whispered, smiling against your skin. 

Wanting to make sure he wasn’t giving without receiving, you bit your lip and slowly rolled your hips against his. Harvey gasped and groaned, the hand in your hair tightening slightly. “Ah-! Darling I… ahhaa…” He panted, burying his face deeper in your neck, the bristle of his stache brushing faintly across your skin. You felt his length, now half-hard under you, twitch somewhat.  “My sweet-” he began, but you cut him off with another grind. 

Harvey gasped once more and tensed, bucking upwards. You felt a grin crawl across your face, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. Your hips began to slowly rock, pushing and grinding against him in slow, full movements. Your husband grunted and bit down softly on your shirt, a pitiful attempt to muffle the sounds you were drawing out of him. Your hands ran up his sides, and you continued your gentle rocking. Harvey gritted his teeth in your shirt, moaning and thrusting upwards. 

Your clothed members slid against each other, shifting around in the fabric. You felt your cock throb in your boxers, leaking, dampening the front of them. You grunted and sped up your movements somewhat, closing your eyes tightly. 

The doctor cried out, releasing his bite on your shirt, throwing his head back, He whined and panted, drooling. “Augh- Augh! Darling. Lovebug… sweetheart…” He gasped out, shaking. His hand continued running through your hair, a little faster. His other gripped the couch cushions. His chest heaved, and you could tell he was already close. It was cute how sensitive he got sometimes… and after a long summer’s day, you could tell this release was just what he needed to wind down. 

You moaned against your husband’s shoulder, humping his crotch just a little faster. Harvey choked back a cry, bucking up against you. His movements were jerky, erratic. You could feel the desperation in his body, his ache for release.

When it finally hit him, Harvey moaned and arched his back. You shuddered and bit your lip as your husband convulsed beneath you, his release slightly seeping through the front of his pants. You sat up straight to look at his flushed face and pleasured expression.  

“Oh… dear me…” Harvey groaned, trembling. He slowly began to come down from his high, his breaths leveling out. “Darling… Darling, you amaze me…” 

Your face flushed, and you whimpered quietly. You beamed and leaned back down, kissing his cheek. Harvey took a deep, shaking breath, and gently placed his hands on your hips. 

“You aren’t done, my darling…” He whispered, tilting his head. “May I- May I… return the favor, my love?” Harvey whispered, offering a soft smile. 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you nodded. Harvey beamed and shifted to sit up, whimpering quietly as your erection brushed his softening cock. He sighed and had you sit straight on the couch before beginning to loosen his tie, standing before you. Harvey neatly folded it and set it aside. His hands went to his shirt collar next, undoing each button and letting his shirt fall to the floor. 

You felt your face get hot as you looked over your husband’s form. The soft rolls of chubbiness, complete with beautiful brown hair… He grinned as he caught you staring, and stepped forward. Your husband tilted your head up with his middle knuckle, having you meet his gaze. He inhaled sharply when he saw the desire in your eyes, and beamed. Harvey leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. 

Your husband helped you remove your shirt, only briefly breaking the kiss to pull it over your head. He placed his hands on your chest, slowly running them over the muscle built up from working on the farm. Harvey let out a groan and broke the kiss, panting. 

“Sweet… mercy, I love you.” 

He knelt, the action making your breath catch in your throat. You whimpered as your husband placed his palms on your inner thighs and separated them. Harvey glanced up at you and bit his lip softly. He removed his glasses and handed them to you, letting you put them on the side table. Harvey ran his hand up your thigh, coming to cup your bulge. He groaned quietly and began working on your belt buckle, glancing up at you. 

Harvey made quick work of your belt and unbuttoned your worn jeans, trembling. He pulled down the zipper and took a deep breath, admiring the way your cock strained against the fabric of your cotton undergarments. It pulsed and leaked, aching for his touch. The doctor hastily pulled down your boxers enough for it to spring out. You gasped somewhat, looking away, embarrassed. 

He heard your sharp inhale, and chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your member. “Don’t worry, darling,” Harvey whispered, wrapping a hand around you, “I’ll make you feel better.”

Your husband wasted little time. He ran his tongue over the slit of your head, then took you deep into his throat, closing his eyes. You keened and squirmed, making your husband grunt and grab your thigh to keep you still. He moaned around your hardness, starting to bob. 

Your eyes crossed somewhat, and your hand came to rest on the back of his hair. Harvey let out a muffled sound of approval, continuing his movements as your fingers ran through his soft brown tufts. He grunted quietly as your grip tightened, but didn’t stop you. 

Each time he took you fully, you felt Harvey choke very slightly. It was maybe only his third time doing this for you, and he still wasn’t used to it. The reminder made you smile, and shudder with delight at the thought of your husband being so willing to please you. 

Harvey bobbed faster, not minding that he was being sloppy. The sounds of his wet sucks and slurps filled the room, almost drowning out the fireplace’s crackle and your ragged breaths. You gritted your teeth, your free hand gripping the couch cushion under you. Your husband made you see stars, made your head swim with pleasure. You knew you wouldn’t last long like this, and you could tell he knew it too. 

Harvey opened his eyes briefly to look up at you, his pupils blown with adoration. You choked back a whine, beaming and panting. Harvey’s eyelids drooped, a show of his satisfaction with your expression. He let his eyes flutter shut again, and gripped your thigh tightly.

The drooling mess of a doctor gave you his all, hollowing out his cheeks with each pull, taking you as deep as he could each push. The feel of his tongue running along the underside of your throbbing manhood with every bob was enough to make you squirm, and his throat muscles squeezing you when you went deeper was heaven. Yoba, he was heaven. Your length twitched inside the warm, wet cavern, and you felt yourself get closer to your limit. 

Your hips rolled against his mouth, your hand on the back of his head pulling him closer. Harvey whined and gagged somewhat, but at no point stopped you. At your tipping point, you cried out, gripping your husband’s hair tightly. You thrust deep inside his maw, and spilled your release down his waiting throat. Harvey held himself there, not fighting against your grasp. He swallowed what he could, coughing and sputtering around you. 

When you released your hold on his hair, Harvey pulled back, panting. He coughed, but licked off his chin and lapped off your dripping length. His mouth was a mess of saliva and cum, his eyes hazy and satisfied. Harvey looked up at you, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He grabbed his glasses and fixed them on your face. 

“Happy…?” He whispered, his voice scratchy and trembling. You nodded quickly and he laughed breathlessly, standing on shaking legs. “I’m so glad, my love.”

Harvey pulled you into a deep kiss, cupping your cheek. When he pulled away, he took a moment to admire you. Harvey took a deep breath, looking between your two eyes. “I cannot believe you’re mine…”

The two of you cleaned up the couch, and gathered your discarded clothing. Harvey yawned and glanced at you while he got into bed, warmth filling his eyes. “My dear,” he said, taking your hands, “I’ll see you in my dreams.”