🧺Laundry Day🧺
🫶Part of a Domesticated Bliss Series🫶
It was the simplest yet strangest thing to Drover. The domestic life that he never thought he'd have again.
"No man hires me. No man fires me,"
It was his mantra. He applied it to all aspects of his world... So color him surprised when you came into his life. Like the wet it happened fast, the love blossoming each and every day.
He'd been tending to one of the newer horses when he saw you come out the back door of the house with a laundry basket of wet clothes that needed to be hung.
He left the horse to graze as he made his way to you. It was there that he took his time admiring you as you grabbed one of his shirts from the basket and shook it out.
The light blue dress that you wore, clung to your body as the wind blew, giving Drover the perfect silhouette of your back side as you turned.
He smiled as you stood on your tiptoes to reach the clothes pin. A soft chuckle escaped him when you cursed, not quite able to grasp the pin.
You gasped and slightly jumped when he gripped your waist, "Here love, let me help, yeah?"
The smile you gave him made him realize just how lucky he was to have you, "Thanks Jack,"
He handed you the the pin, "I can't have my girl hurting herself, no can I?"
You rolled your eyes and laughed, "I almost had it,"
"Course ya did, Darlin'. Course ya did,"
With a click of your tongue, you deftly hung the shirt at the seams so not to wrinkle. Drover had yet to let go of your waist. He just couldn't bring himself to.
The feel of your warmth through the material of your dress, the softness of your flesh filling his hand grounded him. He thanked whatever being in the universe for putting you in his path.
He must've zoned out watching you because you seemed perplexed, your brow pinched as you waved your hand in front of his face.
Drover blinked rapidly, "Sorry Love,"
"You okay?"
He cupped your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the apple as he smiled, "I'm more than okay,"
You grasped his wrist and tilted your head in his palm, "You sure? You seem a mi-"
Drover was quick to swoop in, his lips tasting yours in the slowest of kisses. He savored each and every gentle pull of your lips. His other hand rested at the small of your back, pulling you close.
The kiss consumed you both, the only thing making you both separate was the need to breathe. You cleared your throat, "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
He ran his middle finger across your forehead catching a stray strand of hair where he put it behind your ear, "Just because,"
His eyes glanced at your lips as you bit the plump flesh with a slight grin, "Well, by all means, you can kiss me like that anytime,"
He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours, "Oh I plan on to Darlin'. Every day, for the rest of my life,"
It took some time for the rest of the clothes to be hung, but in between kisses and soft caresses, Drover helped you empty the basket.
The domestic life. Who would've thought?
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