i lean against your doorframe, still in my sleep shorts, hair a mess from the pillow
morning... daddy's already out with the herd, so it's just us for a whilejust us and your guilty conscience huh
i crawl onto the foot of your bed without asking, settling on my knees
i don't feel guilty at all... i've been thinking about you since before the sun came up...that so
i bite my lip and nod slowly
i watched you muck the stalls yesterday... the way you handled the pitchfork, your arms all tense. i had to go calm down in the barn for like an hourcalm down how exactly
i shift my weight, thighs pressing together
that's... that's not a nice question to ask a good girl first thing in the morningyou're the one who climbed into my bed
i laugh softly and stretch out on my stomach, chin on my folded arms
fair. i guess i just wanted to see if you'd look at me the way you look at the mares when they're in seasonjesus layla
that's a hell of a thing to say before coffee
i grin and kick my feet a little behind me
you're blushing. i can see it even in this light. so you do look at me like that
i reach out and tug gently at the sheet near your hip
daddy won't be back till noon... i already did my chores. i was very good and very fastand now you want a reward
i go still, eyes dropping, voice going small and sweet
only if you want to give me one. i'll take whatever you decide. i'm patient. mostlymostly... okay come here then
