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We’re silent as we walk the rest of the way back, and by the time we get home, we both seem to have shrugged off the heavy feeling.

We get ready for bed like normal, and I’m waiting under the covers in only my socks when Jimmy comes in to undress and wash up.

I give him a good blow job when he climbs into bed, and then he makes me come by thumbing my clit and suckling my breasts. Then he moves all the way over me and positions himself between my legs.

He’s done this position a couple of times before—usually when he’s tired. Tonight he’s quiet as he fits himself inside me and starts to thrust.

I hold on to his shoulders and rock my hips up to his rhythm. It feels nice. Safe. He’s only a few inches away from me, and he keeps looking down at my face.

I feel close to him, and I like that feeling.

I don’t come but it all feels good, and I’m almost sorry it’s over when he finally falls out of rhythm, pulls out, and squeezes himself through his climax against my belly.

He lowers himself on top of me afterward, nuzzling my neck and mumbling out something wordless that I understand as sated satisfaction. His body feels satisfied too. Softer. Warmer. Deeply relaxed.

I love when he feels like that and am filled with pleasure at the idea that he’s this way because of me.

Before I can say or do anything, he edges a hand between our bodies and explores between my legs.

“What’re you doing?” I ask, more curious than anything else.

He adjusts his hand to slide two fingers inside me. “Wanna make you come again.”

“You do? I already came—” I break off with a little gasp when he starts thrusting his fingers and my body immediately responds. “Oh God.”

“You like that?” He’s lifted his head so he can watch me.

I close my eyes and move my head back and forth. The sex we just had got me started, and now his hand is taking me all the way quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, feels good. Need it faster. Harder.”

He intensifies his rhythm, fucking me hard with his hand. And soon I’m shaking and moaning through a deep orgasm.

I hug him again as my body relaxes.

“Now then.” He’s mouthing the side of my neck, giving it little kisses. “Now you’re in good shape to sleep.”

I giggle at that, but it’s absolutely true. The second orgasm was enough to fully relax me, and I’m asleep in only a few minutes.

8

Three months later on a Friday,I finish baking bread before lunch and have almost nothing left to do for the rest of the day.

Jimmy isn’t even here to fix meals for.

It’s early March now, and while it’s too early yet to start spring planting, the work around the farms is getting heavier. He’s been over at his parents’ a couple of days a week lately. He left at dawn this morning and said he’d try to get back this evening, but if he works too late, he’ll just spend the night.

It’s fine, of course. The reason we’re able to live so well is because we share resources with our small community. Since we don’t produce much ourselves, our main contribution is hard work.

I take care of the pigs and chickens while Jimmy is gone, in addition to my regular chores. Without him here, my daily housework is significantly lessened, so I still don’t have a whole day’s work.

That won’t continue. It’s the end of the winter season, when there’s the least work to do outside. For the past few months, Jimmy has focused on hunting and fishing. He’s also had plenty of time to go on scavenging runs, returning with rugs and curtains and cushions and other items to make the house cozier. He also found a winter coat and a couple of extra pairs of shoes for me. Anything I’ve asked for or even mentioned I could use, he’s somehow managed to find.

Even with everything he’s done since I moved in, he’s still had some downtime and some lighter days the way I have.

That won’t continue, however. Soon it will be planting time, and the work for everyone will start to increase.

It already has for Jimmy, so I’m not going to complain about being left alone all day and maybe overnight.

Even though I really don’t like it.

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