The door creaked open, and Harp stumbled into the cozy farmhouse, shedding her work boots and coat in a heap by the door. Her shoulders were knotted with tension, her face etched with exhaustion. Elliott, lounging on the couch, noticed her entrance and immediately tensed with concern.
"Long day, love?" Elliott asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harp grumbled in agreement, collapsing onto the couch next to Elliott. "You have no idea. The cows were giving me nothing but trouble today."
Elliott's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, poor thing. Did they refuse to give you their milk? Or were they just being stubborn and not letting you ride them?"
Harp rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Very funny. No, they decided to escape their enclosure and wreak havoc in the fields. It took hours to round them up."
Elliott's face softened, and he scooted closer to Harp, his hands already itching to knead the knots out of her muscles. "Well, you're home now. Let me help you relax."
Harp groaned as Elliott's strong fingers dug into her shoulders, working out the kinks. "You always know how to make me feel better," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.
Elliott's hands moved down Harp's arms, massaging each muscle with expert precision. "I try my best. Now, tell me more about your day. Did you at least get a chance to use your trusty lasso?"
Harp chuckled, her body loosening up under Elliott's touch. "Yes, I did. I managed to lasso the last stubborn cow and bring her back to the enclosure. It was quite the sight, I'm sure."
Elliott's hands moved to Harp's lower back, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles. "I bet it was. You're quite the cowgirl, you know."
Harp's breath hitched as Elliott's hands moved lower, his fingers dancing along the waistband of her jeans. "Maybe I should wear my cowgirl hat to bed tonight," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Elliott's eyes gleamed with desire. "I think that's a great idea. But first, I think you should flip over. I have a different way of relieving your stress."
Harp hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But Elliott's playful persistence won her over, and she flipped over, her legs falling open as Elliott moved between them.
Elliott's mouth replaced his hands, and Harp's breath hitched as his tongue explored her most sensitive spots. Her hands found their way to Elliott's hair, pulling him closer as he brought her to the brink.
Harp's release came quickly, and Elliott took it all, not missing a beat. Harp lay back, completely relaxed, as Elliott finished up, his hands gentle and soothing.
Elliott leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "Feeling better, love?"
Harp nodded, her eyes closed. "Much better. You always know how to make my day end on a high note."
Elliott winked, his hand reaching for Harp's. "That's what I'm here for. Now, let's get some rest. We have another long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Harp nodded, her hand squeezing Elliott's. "I know. But for now, I'm grateful for this moment of peace and pleasure. Thank you, Elliott."
Elliott leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Harp's forehead. "Anytime, love. Anytime."
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