[mild smut warning]

Gifts

The room is dark, and Rose can hear nothing but the rough sawing of their mingled breath. Of course she knows what's going to happen; a farm girl can hardly escape such an education. The heifers never seem to enjoy it much, though, so her expectations are equally modest.

But this rainfall of pleasure, each single movement making her shiver, the whole gathering into a slow driving wave that breaks over her body, leaving her trembling – washed up on the shores of exhausted desire... she never hoped for this. Another of the gifts unlooked for that Sam has given her.

[This started as a birthday drabble, but developed into something that didn't fit the request. It's also my first attempt at writing any sort of sex scene - though still very tame by today's standards.]