MicheNana Equestrian AU
Here's a little bit of MicheNana for my Equestrian AU! ❤️
ENJOY!
It gets a little uh, kinky, at the end. But nothing explicit XD Miche just being dumb.
‘How the hell do you lose a man that's 6’5?!’
Nanaba had been looking for Miche all morning. She checked his usual places around the stable, and nothing! Not even Honey was to be seen. She thought that he may have gone on a trail ride, but when she asked around no one else had seen him either.
‘Oh god, what if he's dead in a ditch somewhere? What if Honey threw him?’
Her thoughts went wild with different scenarios as she continued her frantic search. She double checked his usual places again, and even checked the hayloft for good measure since he was one of the only ones brave enough to go up there. Still no sign of him.
Gelgar popped out from one of the stalls he was cleaning and fixed Nanaba with a raised eyebrow.
“Still no sign of the big lug?”
“No! I double checked everywhere, and even checked the hayloft! Still nothing!”
The blonde woman threw her hands up in anxious frustration. Gelgar leaned on the pitchfork in his hands and shook his head.
“I think you're overreacting, Nanaba. You know if something did happen, Honey would find her way back here.”
“I'm not overreacting!”
Okay, maybe she was overreacting just a little…A lot. But really, how does someone of Miche's size, and a horse go unnoticed? She sighed and rubbed her eyes with a tired groan.
“I swear that man is going to be the death of me.”
Gelgar laughed as he went back to his work.
“Just relax, he'll be around.”
—---
Miche was in the furthest part of the pasture lounging under a tree with Honey, using her as a makeshift pillow as they napped together.
He dreamt of when he first started riding; small enough to have his own pony if one could believe it with how tall he currently is. Of course, he quickly outgrew his childhood pony and graduated to one of his dad's old cow horses. That old horse was so slow and it used to aggravate Miche, but looking back on it now it taught him patience.
When the old cow horse passed away his parents had gotten him a yearling and taught him how to train and bring up his own horse. Oh, how he loved that fiery mare. She handed his ass to him so many times. Instead of getting angry or frustrated, he learned to work with her on her terms; listening to what she had to say and finding common ground. That mare turned out to be the best horse.
Miche went on to compete with that very same mare. She was his companion, his confidant. Any money he won went straight to her needs and care. Eventually, he decided to breed her. Eleven months later came Honey, but he lost the mare. He didn't know what to do for an orphaned filly, but with help and research he brought her up into the same amazing mare her mother was.
Here they were now, napping under one of the many oak trees. Honey's calm, heavy breaths lulled him into a light slumber as the leaves and grass rustled in the summer breeze. He loved these moments where he could relax and not worry about stress. Miche much preferred the company of horses (and Nanaba) over people.
Honey turned her head with a soft snort as she sniffed at Miche's shoulder. She gently nudged him before turning her head back to graze at the grass beneath her. The tall man gave a low chuckle as he patted her gently.
“Sorry girl. Forgot the treats.”
The mare flicked her ear at him as she continued grazing.
“Oh, ignoring me now, are you?”
Honey let out a heavy exhale.
“Mhmm. You are.”
A few moments go by before Miche heard footsteps come up behind him. The person was obviously out of breath as they approached him.
“Miche Zacharias…I'm going to kick your ass…! I've been looking everywhere for you!”
Nanaba bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Miche looked up at her with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Don't give me that look…!”
Miche chuckled under his breath as he raised an arm in invitation. He knew the woman wouldn't be mad for long. Nanaba huffed, but took the invitation. She sat down and pressed herself against his side as he wrapped his arm around her.
Honey continued grazing peacefully. She wasn't bothered by the second person leaning against her.
“You made me worried sick…I thought you were dead somewhere…How do you manage to sneak off with your height?!” Nanaba looked up at him with a pout.
“Special talent,” he teased as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Nanaba grunted, unamused, even as she relaxed into him.
“How’re Bonnie and Clyde?” Miche mumbled against her hair.
“They're fine. Drove really well this morning.”
He hummed softly in response. His eyes slipped closed as he pulled the shorter woman even closer, inhaling the subtle scent of her shampoo.
“You lazy bum…” She teased. “Honey, how do you deal with this man?”
Honey nickered and turned her head. Her ears pricked as she eyed Nanaba curiously before turning her attention back to the grass. Nanaba laughed softly as she settled more comfortably against Miche. A comfortable silence fell amongst them until she spoke again.
“Hey, remember when you got really drunk and rode a hobby horse? You were surprisingly good at it.”
Miche opened his eyes and fixed her an annoyed, yet loving look as she smiled teasingly at him.
“Yeah and the rest of you bullied me for it. But I recall someone doing the same and eating shit because she tripped over her own two feet.” He leaned in and gave her a playful bite to her ear.
Nanaba giggled as she pushed his face away, her hand covering most of his face. That was short lived when she felt something wet brush against her palm.
“Did you seriously just lick me? Are you five?” She scrunched her nose in mock disgust as she wiped her hand on his shirt.
Miche laughed and pulled her so she sat between his legs. He leaned back against Honey and pulled Nanaba closer to press his face into her neck.
“I've licked more than your hand…”
“MICHE!”
