“FUCK!” 
Rachael swore, throttling her taped fist into her lumpy punching bag for the thousandth time that day. The poor beaten sack jangled against the chain that supported it while Rachael caught her breath after what had been a melee of a workout that had kept her busy for nearly two hours. 
Busy, but not distracted. As hard as she pushed her toned and chiselled midnight-black feline body in the garage-turned-gym, the frustration that plagued her at the beginning of the day still lingered; a stinging and depressing chain of thought that had grown even stronger than usual today.
Rachael grunted in irritation as she performed a number of deep push ups with only one arm at a time; the sweat seeping from her pores and dripping down her fur did nothing to slow her down or break her menacingly focused stare as she thought back to that morning. 

Rachael’s boss was a tank of a woman called Mora Linda. A towering and astoundingly voluptuous bovine who had called the Las Lindas farm estate home for all her life, and she ran a tight ship now ever since she’d inherited it from her late mother. Both to keep the business afloat and to keep a roof over her and her colleague-come-family’s heads.
Rachael and Mora had somewhat of a unique relationship. Not the most healthy or positive one, but through the years of fighting and cooperating, clashing and compromising, they’d reached what one might call a cautious ceasefire for the sake of the farm that Rachael, too, had grown to call home. 
Sometimes, though, little things Mora did drove Rachael crazy, especially when it came to flaunting her intimacy with her boyfriend Minos, the likes of whom Rachael had been keen on for a very long time. 
She couldn’t quite say that she’d ‘seen him first’, but well… they certainly got along better right away than he did with Mora when he first trudged up to the farm looking for simple, satisfying, fulfilling employment that let him put his near-herculean muscles to good work. He was a man of simple pleasures with anything but a simple mind. Courteous, courageous, quiet and powerful in body and mind alike; these were but a few of the traits that Rachael saw in him very soon after she and her sister joined what was at the time a very motley crew. And not long after that, she fell in love with him. 
She’d accepted, begrudgingly, that he and Mora were together. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to glance them sneaking an occasional kiss, or seeing him guide her upstairs in the expansive farmhouse where they all lived with a reassuring and mighty arm around her hip, or hearing them making a raucous, passionate racket up to three times a week. 

That morning, Mora had given Rachael her duties for the day - particularly gruelling ones at that considering the heat beaming down on the farm at the time - and just as she was setting out to make a start on things she’d caught Mora kissing the big bull. Briefly, but sweetly. That was enough of a sting itself. But then she and Rachael caught eyes, and even if it was for just a moment, Mora seemed to wear an expression that spoke louder and clearer than any sentence could. 
An expression that said, “He’s all mine, and you’ll never get a chance with him again.” 

It was far from the first time Mora had felt the need to assert a little bit more authority, however surreptitiously she had to do it. A little ‘playful’ jab here, a little ‘accidentally loud’ flirting there… but what was the point? She already had him. This was just rubbing salt in the wound. 
Granted, Rachael reminisced as she rose to her feet with a sigh and begun to stretch out to end her workout, there was that one time she shared with Minos, when he painted her, and she… 
In fact, it dawned on Rachael that only after that day had Mora occasionally pushed these little power-plays. As if to desperately reinforce the fact that that was as close as Rachael would ever get to having Minos to herself. 

That vindictive little glance had stuck with her all day, and the harder she thought about it the more it infuriated her. 
“Fuck it all.” She swore again with a deep resigned exhale before wandering out of the gym and straight to the nearby shower, built into an outhouse right by the barn. However refreshing the steam and water was for her aching muscles, it just made her further dwell on how much more pleasant it would be with a bit of burly, masculine company. A pair of strong arms to help lather up her fur, a set of lips to kiss along her neckline, a broad body that could lean into her, press her firmly to the wall, and…

“GAH! DAMNIT!” 
Rachael snapped back into reality when the shower suddenly turned bitterly cold. Somehow even the state of the art technology afforded to the farm by having a live-in sentient AI couldn’t fix the inefficiency of their plumbing system. 
With her momentary fantasies suddenly thwarted, she stomped back to the barn to collect her things with nothing but a thin dressing gown on; she knew she’d soon dry off in the fresh springtime heat. 
Only when she sat back down in the corner of the barn on a fairly comfortable bale of hay did Rachael realise how tired she truly was. With a deep and weary exhale she laid down, rolled to one side and permitted herself a minute to catch her breath. That minute was all it took for her mind to wander to Minos once again, and barely any longer than that before she was claimed by a deep and melancholy sleep. 

—-

Even in her slumber, Minos couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her chiseled beauty. In fact, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the tiny opening of her mouth as she breathed near-silently, the way she’d laid down almost curled up with her rear end prominently pushed out… it only seemed to make her more enchanting, not to mention sexy. 
He gulped, and realised how deeply he was breathing himself as he walked around her still, beautiful figure. It took every inch of his willpower not to simply reach out and caress her in all the ways he had wished to do for so long. But he resisted, knowing that now that they had this chance to be together, they had best make the very most of it. Besides, she deserved better than that; she deserved to be treasured and loved, one step at a time. 
After nearly a full minute of him kneeling over her, gazing lovingly down at the sleeping beauty like the masterpiece she was in his eyes, he took action.
“Rachael…” Minos gently whispered. Her ear twitched adorably, which only warmed Minos’ heart further. 
“Rachael…” he repeated, ever so slightly louder. She mumbled gently. 
“Rachael…” he said again, this time while gingerly reaching down to softly run a finger across her cheek. 

Finally, she stirred. With a dreary groan, she turned towards his hand and voice.
“M-Minos…?” She breathed, more confused than surprised. Her dressing gown slipped a little from her shoulder as she turned around onto her back to face him. Either she didn’t notice in her lethargic state or she just didn’t care. 
Minos gulped, while looking deep into her sunlight yellow eyes.
“Rachael, I am so sorry, but… I can’t help myself anymore.” 
Rachael mumbled a little, her half lidded eyes still sleepily blinking to regain some focus as she laid there, her view absolutely filled with the broad body of the big bull, dressed solely in a clean white vest that hugged his torso and clung to his pecs, and simple dark blue boxer shorts. It was a hot night alright, but she looked puzzled by not only his presence but his attire; or lack of it, in fact.
“Minos, what do yo-”
That was all that she could say before he grasped her tenderly by the chin and kissed her. 
Finally her eyes opened wide from the shock, though still she laid there, rigid and unmoving. She didn’t resist the kiss, but neither did she reciprocate. She merely gripped the hay beneath her, breathing short and sharp through her nose.
Minos lingered his lips on hers for a fair few seconds, resting his other hand on her exposed shoulder before he gently parted from her mouth.
“Oh Rachael, I have wanted this for so long.” His words steamed over her cheeks, now bright crimson, while she just caught her breath desperately.
“Minos, but… I mean…” Rachael stammered. 
“Shhhh.” He said, with fingers beginning to rake through her hair. “I am done with Mora. I promise. I tried to make it work with her, but she can not compare to you. I love you… no, I have loved you for so long. And if you will let me… I want to show you how much I do.”
Rachael’s eyes darted about, and she made no words save for a few dazed and conflicted noises. But as if to give away her true feelings, she reached up and clasped Minos around the back of his sturdy trunk of a neck, fingers splayed and starting to tug him down again.
“R-Really?” She finally said. Not as though she were doubting him; more that she couldn’t quite believe all of it was happening to her. She clearly looked ready to accept it as reality; perhaps, Minos loosely wandered and hoped in the back of his mind, he wasn’t the only one that had ached for this for an age. 
“Really.” Minos replied without a second thought. He brought his forehead low, to rub against hers. “She’s fast asleep, and I won’t tell her a thing. I am all yours, if you will have this fool of a man.” 
Rachael panted, her eyes darting between his lips, graced lightly with her saliva, and his scalding red eyes staring unblinking and unremorseful of his infidelity, down at her. 
“You silly bull.” She whimpered with the first hint of a sly feline grin, before lifting her head to take her turn kissing him. 
Minos seemed to immerse himself in the passion of the moment instantly. He kissed her deeply back, while moving atop the hay bale to straddle her reclining, barely dressed body. 

Rachael felt her heart soaring as Minos moved to lay atop her, scooping her into his muscular arms easily and clutching her head with just enough strength to show how much he needed this. So many questions fluttered through her head - why now? - what had happened with him and Mora? - How would they break the news to the others? - Where would they go but here? 
None of them mattered enough in the moment, however, to stop her lashing her tongue against his, purring proudly and bending her legs at the knee to wrap them around him. Even clothed, just being so close to him and his perfect masculine form was enough to make her utterly enchanted, not to mention short of breath. By the time their lips finally parted once again, she was openly panting, their eyes meeting once more while their lips remained connected by a thick bridge of spit between them. 
“Rachael, may I…” Minos breathed, beginning to peel her robe down her other shoulder, exposing more and more of her brilliantly black body along the way. 
Rachael stuttered briefly, giving Minos pause. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“N-Nothing, I…” Rachael struggled. The tragic irony of it all - she’d wanted this for so long, and now that it was happening, she was too embarrassed to bring herself to say what she meant. 
All she could bring herself to do was to place her hand on his as he’d begun to expose her, and give him the lightest encouraging nudge. 
To her relief, he caught on quickly.
The ruby-eyed bull smiled warmly, with the kind of jovial sincerity that one would never expect from a man that cut such an intimidating figure. Yet in the dim moonlight that drifted into the barn that night, his size and strength gave Rachael radiated nothing but comfort and confidence. The two things Rachael needed most of all at that moment, and which he was more than happy to provide. 
“I love you.” He repeated once again, before dropping his lips to grace her exposed neck, pecking and nibbling along. 
“Ah!” Rachael gasped, louder than she’d intended. His touch simply sent such shivers down her spine that she was helpless to hold back. The fact that he was soon tugging her robe down along her arms, undoing the knot of matching fabric that held it together and letting her modest but perky breasts breathe the cool night air, only made her gasp more and cling her nails into his rough shoulder blades tighter. 
She’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But if there was any man to make her feel at peace with feeling that way, it was the beast of a bovine that was sliding her robe off and letting it fly to some unknown corner of the barn, likely not to be seen til sunrise. 
His lips traced a cautious line, ever wary of her noises and words, her motions and reactions, in case he did anything Rachael didn’t desire. She could tell he knew exactly how to ease her into these things. She didn’t want to even grace Mora with a moment’s thought in her mind, but she did loosely feel ironically grateful for the amount of ‘experience’ Minos had obviously gained with her over the years. 
Then his tongue grazed her nipple, and her entire train of thought rocketed off the tracks. 
“OH! MINOS!” 
Again she sang aloud, louder than she’d intended. Her body, too, reacted on pure instinct - her chest arched up to meet his mouth, hands clung to his flowing mane, legs spread and hips humped up from the hay beneath. Only then did it truly dawn on her that she was completely naked. 
“Ahh! Sorry! I’m so sorry! Sorry! I… I j-just…” She whimpered again, hastily adjusting her volume levels, lest they be found out. 
“Oh Rachael…” Minos simply growled, quietly but firmly. He gazed up at her, resting his cheek in the soft confines of her cleavage. “Don’t apologise. I don’t care if we’re caught.” He chuckled briefly. “Besides, you already know what a racket Mora makes at night. She’s, well, a ‘heavy sleeper’.” 
Rachael giggled, nervously but sweetly. “Silly bull…” She repeated. 
He seemed to like the ‘pet name’ enough to gladly resume lapping against her nipple, along with pressing his mouth around it to truly worship her small but shapely chest. 
“Aaah, yes…” Rachael moaned, controlling her volume a little more that time. She shut her eyes and spread her legs out a little, allowing herself to indulge in the delight of being felt up by this gorgeous slice of beefcake. Minos cupped her other breast from underneath, alternating between soft squeezes and prodding touches to her other nipple. All of this as he circled his tongue over the perky nub held between his front teeth and applied increasing levels of suction around his mouthful. 
“O-Ohh Minos, more… more!” Rachael urged him on, resting her hands on the back of his head while she let warm and steamy moans waft into the cool and empty barn air around them. She pushed him further south almost without quite thinking; not that Minos seemed to complain in the slightest.
“Oh yes Rachael… you are so much more beautiful than her…” on the contrary, he seemed to explicitly delight in being able to demonstrate his worship of her body, his words whispered between kisses and licks that lined her brilliantly built abs. That abject worship was ultimately what gave Rachael the pride and courage she needed to finally reply in kind. 
“You like… Nnnh..”
“Hmm? Yes, love?” 
That pet title simply made her heart leap for joy, and it gave her the push she needed to say what she meant. 
“You… like cheating on that stupid cow, with me, don’t you, baby?”
Minos seemed to give a hearty shiver of his own before he dived between Rachael’s legs and nuzzled her right inner thigh.
“I love it. Your sexy body is so much better, I don’t care about that… that bitch anymore.” He spat out the swear; he meant it. “I love you, only you. And I’ll prove it every single night.” 
The love for him that Rachael felt was becoming cocktailed with a deliciously devious slice of vindictive revenge against the bossy bovine she’d held such a chequered relationship with for all these years. Not only was she taking Minos for herself, she was taking him away from her. And Minos seemed to take pleasure in giving all of these unfaithful caresses and kisses closer to Rachael’s sex. 
“Oh, M-Minos! YES!” Rachael cried, loud and proud, as he teased his tongue around her sopping pussy. 
He dived in before long, unable to help but feast upon the sex of the pure black kitten he was so taken by. With one hand pressed just above her mound, gently rubbing while his digits kept her folds parted, Minos’ tongue squirmed and prodded between Rachael’s pink labia. He was far from shy about tasting her juices - quite the contrary, he seemed to delight in lapping up her aroused discharge, and it fueled him into tonguefucking her cunt deeper and deeper. Teasing her apart around his flexible tongue that nudged about inside her to trace her most sensitive spots. 
“AH! YES! R-Right there! Gawd, Minos…” Rachael’s mewls and moans were making his job a lot easier - she made no mistake about highlighting whenever he hit a ‘sweet spot’. 
Her head was thrashing, both her hands now molesting her own breasts too, working herself up and up and up… 
“W-Wait, wait, nhh, wait a sec…” Until she got a sudden surge of ‘inspiration’ that she felt needed exploring direly. 
“What is it? W-Was that alright?” Minos stumbled as he pulled away from her pussy dutifully, sitting upright and shuffling close on his knees like a doting little puppy, his eyes wide with dutiful attention even as Rachael’s juices glistened around his mouth. “I am sorry if-” He continued, only for Rachael to quiet him with a ‘shhh’ and a reassuring palm upon his strong jawline. 
“I just want to get more… comfortable.” Rachael purred. 
She cringed a little bit at the corniness of the line - but it was all she could muster in the heat of the moment. That, and her lack of sexual experience gave her a diminutive vocabulary of seductive language to work with. 
Minos, at least, seemed not to care, judging by how he remained still, merely nodding once to let her pull off whatever little maneuver she had in mind. 

Rachael moved away before she could have the time to doubt herself - she knew she was riding the wave of sexual impulse now, and the last thing she wanted was to ruin the mood. 
Rachael rolled to lie on her front, kept her head down to the hay bale beneath them, bent her knees and raised her bare and brilliant-black booty into the air. Her tail extended upwards to expose her pussy and ass completely, while she kept her legs apart enough to give her macho lover the best view he could’ve asked for, of her most feminine features of all. 
There was a moment of silence. 
“What… do you think?” Rachael meekly purred.
That was all she got out before being cut off by Minos’ hands sinking firmly into her ass and his muzzle diving straight back into her cunt. That certainly answered her question. 
“AAAAHH! MINOS!” 

Any last pesky remnants of guilt over cheating on Mora had now completely fled Minos’ mind - replaced instead by the kinky thrill he took from the taboo nature of leaving her in the dead of night for this veritable feline Aphrodite. He worshipped her, head to toe, and he had every intention of showing it all night long, even if that meant waking up to Mora catching them red handed in each others’ arms once morning came. 
He stroked his fingers along, and sank them deeply into, her divinely round ass cheeks, eyes closed and deep hearty breaths wafting into his mouth whenever he took a moment away from his worshipful tongue-lashes inside her dripping cunt. 
“Ahhh! Oh yes, baby, lick that fucking pussy! You love it, big boy, don’t you?! Nnnnhh, M-Mora doesn’t have a sexy smooth fucking ass like me, does she?” 
Rachael was getting braver, bolder, and louder with her words. And that only made her even more lovable in Minos’ eyes.
“Mmmmmmmnh! Oh Rachael, yes…” He replied, while replacing his mouth with two thick fingers, the insertion of which made her gasp in ecstasy. “...Your sexy ass is so much hotter than her saggy old cheeks… I love your big beautiful butt…”
With his mouth briefly parted from her pink, dripping sex lips and her now-exposed precious little clit, Minos was able to really absorb the beauty of her ass, her thighs, that gently twitching tail… 
And he knew he couldn’t take it any longer. 
“Rachael… I need you.” He simply husked, while ‘repositioning’ himself this time. 
“Nnhh, w-wha…” She drearily half-asked, but the sound of a pair of boxers hastily shuffling down Minos’ mighty legs behind her seemed to give her enough of a clue as to the meaning of his words. 

“Rachael… I love you so much.” Minos growled, with his raging erect cock rubbing against the base of her tail, between the soft confines of her asscheeks. 
Rachael herself was suddenly at a loss for words. Once again she was caught in a maelstrom of thoughts, unable to focus. He was… huge. He could’ve taken her so easily, at any moment. She was utterly exposed, pinned down, at his mercy. He didn’t even seem to be wearing protection. And, once again it occurred to her that this was a man who already had a girlfriend, the likes of whom should’ve been the one to take care of his needs the way he seemed to desire of her, instead.
But if she was being honest with herself, none of that put her off. No... she knew what she wanted, at the heart of it all, and the facts just made her even more excited. 
“I love you too.” She sang. She turned her neck to look behind and above her, at the gentle giant looming over her body and taking charge of her, already parting her cheeks between his thumbs to expose her lower orifices and ease himself inside as smoothly as she could - for her sake. She bit her lip and tried to stay as still as she could, while her heart bounced about in her chest with intense nerves, anticipation and primal lust alike. Minos was about to make love to her; give her what Mora had gotten all this time, and now never would again. She would learn exactly what made Mora cry out in joy so frustratingly often at night, and better still, she’d taken that joy for herself, gladly given by the Adonis who had finally come to his senses and committed himself to her instead.

Minos leaned back and grasped his cock at the base, dragging it down along her warm, moist fur until he reached her sex. The very tip of his member grazed past her labia, lubricated generously by now, causing the both of them to give deeply pleasured growls in sweet unison. 
The very tip nudged against her vaginal entrance, warm and wet and welcoming. 
“Can I…” 
“Yes! Do it…” She eagerly mewled, her tail swishing and her hips gliding back against him. She felt his cock start to inch inside her… “F-Fuck me!” She felt him clutch her hips with both hands, holding her steady so that he could really push deep inside her… “Fuck me the way M-Mora will never-” 

“NGHH!”

With that hearty animalistic grunt, Minos pounded inside her. 
Rachael gave a muted gasp as she felt the breath sucked from her lungs. Her sex passage was forcibly stretched open wide to accommodate him. Her eyes wide, mouth agape, she quivered beneath and around him. 
It was… slightly painful, somewhat shocking, and very girthy… But it was still absolutely perfect. 
“Ohhhh fucking gawd yessss…” She finally shivered, in a long and drawn out purr. 
“Fffuck, Rachael…” Minos swore, at the same time as her. To hear an expletive from such an ordinarily stoic man spoke volumes of how good it felt for him. 

He pulled out of her, only to begin rocking back and forth, pounding slowly but firmly into Rachael’s pussy. 
“Aahh! Haaaahhn! M-Minos! Yes, yes… d-don’t stop… oh fuck, that feels s-so fuckin’ good…” Rachael let her words flow freely, knowing it all just motivated him further. Besides which, it just felt so right to revel in the touch, inside and out, of her newly nabbed big bull boyfriend. The ridge around the head of his cock slid so deep inside her each and every time he smacked forwards that she couldn’t help but moan, gripping the hay beneath her tightly as waves of tingling pleasure spread throughout her body from her twitching ears to swishing tail. 

“Oh R-Rach… I f-fucking love you!” Minos ‘replied’ to her song, as he began to speed up his pace. His eyes were shut but his fingers were hungrily drinking in her gloriously soft asscheeks and smoothing up to the dip of her hips. It felt heavenly, but the tight, moist embrace of her cunt as he fucked her again and again and again with plentiful moist sound effects rippling from their joined bodies was enough to make him want more of the fine feline squirming and mewling around his cock. “R-Rachael… I’m g-going to fuck you all night long!”

“YES! FUCK ME, MINOS! FUCK ME HARDER! LOSE THAT COW BITCH AND MAKE ME YOURS!” Rachael joyously replied without a moment’s hesitation. She got what she wanted right away, as Minos gripped her tail by the base, leaned forwards further and pushed even more of his member inside her. “Ouuugh god yes! Just like that!” She squealed, back arching and tail quaking from the strain, the thrill and the blissful sexual pleasure of it all. He used his tight grip as leverage to really push inside her, so deep that she could feel him pushing against her cervix, deeper than she thought she would ever feel a man go. 
In place of further dirty words, even though Rachael’s potty mouth was clearly nothing but a turn-on for him, Minos had devolved into simple, bestial grunts of lustful need. He was bearing down on her, pounding his hips forwards and forcing her hips back to stuff her cunt as deeply as he could manage. 
But still, he was merely bottoming out inside Rachael, and when their eyes happened to meet as he rutted away and she gazed behind into his burning ruby pools, they both knew that it wasn’t enough. 
“Fuck me deeper, baby. I want every fucking inch.” Rachael challenged him. 
“Nngh, shit. You asked for it, beautiful.” The strong bovine brute immediately obliged. 

In one mighty humping shove that sent Rachael forwards along the hay bale with the sheer force of it, Minos pushed in even further. His hips clapped her ass. His balls smacked the tender fur and flesh just below her clit. And in so doing, his raging dick slammed past her cervix. 

“OH FUCK!” 

They both roared it together. Not that it was planned, but it certainly was a fitting and happy coincidence. They might have laughed about it in fact if circumstances were different. But as things were, with Minos’ cock completely buried to the root inside Rachael’s cunt, her gripping him as intensely as he forced her apart, all they could think to do was ride out the bliss together. 

Moments passed, and eventually Minos began to move backwards again… then pounded back inside her just as deeply, the only difference being how he collapsed his upper body forwards at the same time, breathing heavily in steamy wafts by her side. His thrusting pace grew feverish and rampant - and Rachael was loving it. 
“AHH! AH! MINOS! OH GAWD! I’M-I’M G-G-GONNA…!” 
He didn’t need to be a genius to catch her drift. Fortunately he was in much the same position. 
“NNNGH! R-RACH! OH LOVE… M-ME TOO....!” 
They rutted fiercely, his cock pounding non stop into her pussy as great amounts of juices poured down her thighs and dripped from his balls. They both panted and moaned completely carefree, Rachael eventually managing to grip Minos’ hand from above as she felt herself getting closer and closer. 
“C-C-Cum… in me…” She begged. “Leave her, and breed me…” 
His ‘reply’ was immediate, and just as explosive as she’d hoped. 
“NNGH! R-RACHAEL! UUGH!”  

Minos pounded past her cervix one last time, and let himself go. His pent up load poured into her with such pressure that she would feel every thick rope of cum flooding her from the very core of her being and overflowing back out of her in ample amounts. 
But Rachael was too busy cumming her brains out as well, to truly dwell on the size of the cumload her lover was blessing her womb with. 
“NYAAHHH!!!” She screamed, overtaken by feline instinct in that moment of absolute receptive female ecstasy. Her body was as rigid and electrified as his while they both rode out their mutual orgasms, and her own femcum mixed lewdly with his own thick white spunk that splashed out of her, coating into the hay and trickling in thick globs down to the barn floor. It just kept coming, and so did she - her eyes rolled back, her cunt gripped his cock in insatiable need for more, and her fit, chiseled abs were becoming unclear by the slow but steady bulge of cum he was forcing her to sport as his load sloshed inside her more and more. Her head was filled with absent, obsessive thoughts of him, and all the time they would still have together to enjoy, now that she was truly his, and he was hers. 

“Rachael…” He breathed, after the moment passed. 
“Minos…” She babbled, barely able to stay conscious. 
“I… love… you…” He panted, kissing along her neckline and close to her lips. 
“I… love…” She barely eked out in return, before their lips met one last time before sleep took hold. 
Only their breathing, and the sound of their mixed juices collecting underneath, registered in her mind as she slipped away, fingers interlaced with his. 

--- 

When Rachael awoke, she was as alone as she remembered. 
No Minos, no Mora. No affair, no mess. 
She sat upright, stretched her arms, and took a deep breath of midnight air before gently shuffling off of the hay and creeping back to the house. 
It wasn’t a routine she’d asked for, and not one she could ever truly predict. The dream came infrequently enough to be a surprise, but commonly enough that she had learned to acclimatise to drifting back to reality. 
It had been disappointing for a while. But now, it was more like a fun little secret. 
Rachael smirked, gently rubbing two fingers around her mound before stepping inside the house and climbing the stairs to her room. 
In her dreams, she would always be his. And that was good enough. 

--- 

Having such a lucid, vivid and explicit dream was one thing. But to actually find Miles stretching on the front porch in the beaming amber dawn by the time she emerged from the farmhouse after a swift second shower and a change of clothes… That was a whole new level of unbelievable. Perhaps, she wondered, she was starting to drill a little respect into the feeble little tom-cat. 

“There you are, babe! Lookin’ mighty fine as ever! Here I thought you were going soft on me.” 
Or perhaps not. 

“Shut up. As if.” She retorted, raising one leg over the porch banister to start stretching her own limbs too. 
Miles was a cocky little pisant sometimes, but she gave him a modicum of credit for committing to this little workout routine she’d set for him ever since they’d began working directly together most days out of the week. 
“You know, I can’t believe Mora put you out on apple duty yesterday. I mean, in this heat?” Miles chatted while struggling to come close to touching his toes.
“Whatever, someone’s gotta do it. Pro’lly nothing personal.”
“Musta been hard though, out in it for so long...” 
“If you’re trying to weasel out of this run…”
“A-As if!”
“Good. Now lace up those shoes already and lets’ get going. You’re doing 10k in under an hour today even if I have to whip you from behind.” Rachael instructed her little ‘pet project’, before leading the way past the shaded porch and into the dirt road in the bright sunlight.
“Cripes…” Rachael heard from behind her, followed shortly by another pair of footsteps working hard to keep up with her. 

Rachael quietly smiled to herself. He wasn’t exactly a 300 pound slice of Grade-A beefcake… but he would do. And besides, she always had her dreams.