You're my ~*Daydream*~ // {Kneedles}

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In the dim evening light of the summer, Nonnie sat in the Garden, like she had many times before. The scent of the flowers surrounding her, the mud squished between her fingers and under her nails. Smearing streaks across her face though the beads of sweat as she tugged the roots of the weeds before her. The reaping hand come and gone without much ado, and even though she was still living with Jack, those feelings too had started to wane. More and more of her time was spent in the Garden or at work trying to save up some bit of money to find her own little place in town.

A slow breeze blew through the hanging weeping willow branches, send puffs of seeds into the air. It was like something out of a dream as she let out a sigh. He doesn't even understand that there's more to me than just playing house. That I want more. A ranch...horses...more than just this. Her hand wiped across her forehead and she laid back against the soft mossy soil next to her. There needed to be a break in the speed that she was being forced to grow up in.

It was in that moment the thought of Scutcher fluttered into her brain. The kind handsome caring boy that just didn't understand things like the rest of us. So gentle and nice, he wasn't so emotional and quick to judge as Jack, he was just...different. His curly hair and bruised skin that she ached to soothe and touch, those big blue eyes that seemed to see nothing but the good in the world. It was just too much to keep fighting the urges inside to reach out and let him know that she felt so very much more than just friendship.

She wanted him to hold her, stroke her hair, let her know that he felt the same...but when she would touch him he would recoil as if a hot poker was against his skin. The mixed signals were just so much that she could figure out what to do. I just want him to touch me, to let his fingers brush against my skin. His lips against mine. To feel him with me in the same way Jack demands. For him to push together with me the way a man and woman should be. Our bodies slick with sweat and entangled as one. Nonnie hadn't had much experience in the way of love or sex, but what she had with Jack was exhilarating and freeing at first, and she wanted that sudden rush again.

As her eyes stayed closed and her body relaxed she felt her hands slide down her sides and against her thighs in a new and enticing way. It was as if he was there next to her and it was his hands on her body, not her own. A small moan escaped her lips as she arched her back into the ground. The privacy of the Garden hid her from the outside world, it was as if there was nothing around but the swaying sound of the leaves and the daydreams that surrounded her. "Scutcher..." the name fell out before she could catch it and as the words hit her ears she knew it was him she was dreaming of and not the man in her bed.

Scutcher Tansy, in all his filth and grim was the man in her dreams bringing her closer to a ecstasy she only imagined. This was their place, and even though a few others knew about it, it belonged to them forever. It was a place they grew together, letting go of their fears and the hate that was pushed into them from their families. It was their place and theirs alone to grow into the man and woman they were meant to be.

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[kneedles]

He snuck away to the garden after dinner, never told anyone where he was going. Maybe it was silly feeling as though if more people knew that something about it would be lost, like a magician telling the audience the trick after the show, losing some of the magic in it. Maybe it was sensible to keep it separate from the Tansy place where there was a festering disease at the heart of everything- where his father didn’t need any more ammunition to hurt him, especially if he knew that there was something outside of the boundaries of their land, outside of the dirt and the pigs that Scutcher really, honestly and truly loved.

The flowers. It was the flowers he loved, the scent of them blooming, the work that maintaining them entailed and the feeling of peace that came in the isolated pocket of the world, hidden away from the fields and the threshers and the animals. At least, those were the only parts of the garden he had any business loving, the only parts that it felt safe to love. But he couldn’t really help the rest, couldn’t let go of feeling anymore than he could the bones buried deep inside of him. Not that he was going to stay away from the garden either, it had taken root like a seed in him too- blossoming pale pink and white up through his veins and in a way that made his chest ache. To think of what would happen if it wasn’t there anymore. But it was well tended, they were good for it and all the new life that came through the earth through the seasons, they had created in a way- together- they nurtured it and they tended to it- together.

The meal was insubstantial; watery pig stock boiled up with a few limp vegetables and his stomach was still rumbling, in itself not so alien a feeling and the bag of manure on his shoulder- collected from the pig huts, it really did wonders for feeding the plants- was heavy and stinking, so Scutcher was looking forwards to being able to set it onto the ground of the garden as soon as he could. Approaching the edge of the thicket, enclosing the garden and keeping it safe- Scutcher could have sworn that he heard his name carried to him on the wind from somewhere muffled. It took him a while to realise- smiling at the thought when it came to him- that Noreen might be working and she might have seen or heard him moving through the thicket.

Getting closer, he heard a moan, and his shoulders tensed- worried that Noreen could be hurt or something, which was why she called to him and why she sounded hurt now. He hurried quickly into view of her, dropping the manure to the ground to find Noreen on the ground. His worries that she was hurt turned to a blinking as he realised that her moaning was the other kind- the kind that didn’t hurt none apparently,’ at least- not in a bad way ‘(though when did things ever hurt in a good way?), her hand secreted away into her jeans to a place where Scutcher couldn’t help but think about and flush scarlet.

He should have left, just run away, or…maybe, come back again but very loudly this time. Or he could have been honest and stammered out his apologies. But Scutcher didn’t really know what to do, felt fixed to the spot, mouth open, face read as no words escaped his mouth and no real coherent thoughts formed in his brain. Except perhaps deep down, some primal part of him was thinking about how lovely she looked in the dirt like that.

((ooc: OH HAI NONNIE. LONG TIME NO SEE. YOU'RE LOOKIN REAL GOOD, GURLFRIEND. ALL ALIVE AND SHIT))

[laphae8ash]

Her thoughts fluttered from the Garden and into her mind where Scutcher held her, letting his hands touch and explore the places she wanted. Maybe it started that day in the kitchen, maybe it started long before that. There was a kinship in their pain that Jack would never truly understand. Her moaning intensified, as she was lost to her own devices. The dirt was soft under her body as she lay, til a snapping twig underfoot shattered the illusion of her daydream.

She closed her eyes feeling the heat rise through her cheeks as she quickly removed her hand, only three people knew about the Garden, and she prayed it wasn't who she expected. "I...uh... I'm...." finally accepting that the embarrassment was hers to own up either ways gave a sigh as she opened her eyes wishing she could melt into the earth below.

But it wasn't who she expected. Not at all.

"Scutcher?" she sat up with her head cocked, is this still a dream?

[/s] "Scutcher...I....I didn't know you were here." Now that he was in front her she wanted him more. She wanted to see if these longings were real and see if she wasn't alone in the thoughts. Her pants were still undone as she moved herself up to stand next to him, he was so much bigger than she was. He's got to hate me now, he's got to be so upset that I would do this in the Garden. "I didn't mean to upset you...I was just...I mean...thought I was alone... but its... its okay right?"

She was thinking of a thousand ways to explain that she wanted him, that it was him she was thinking of as she lay on the ground in her most private of dreams. Instead she just wanted to make her dreams come true. To have a different man kiss her, to experience the feeling of something new and exciting. Jack was wonderful and he was first, but there was something so gentle and kind about Scutcher that made her heart skip a beat. She could feel her breath quicken as she looked into his eyes.

Her feet brought her closer to him, their bodies now so close they reach out and touch each other if they wanted to. Noreen couldn't help but want more, want to really see just how much Scutcher cared. Without really thinking she hoisted herself up to her tip toes, her still moist fingers running over his lips til she pressed her own against his. The heat of desire ran through her body and she felt herself pushing against him harder, her heart pumping faster and faster as the though of letting Scutcher take her body grew by the millisecond. Pulling back she looked up at him whispering "Its okay right?"



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“I didn’t see nothin’,” he started quickly as she sat up; his voice a couple octaves higher than normal as though his balls had up and left him. Probably too embarrassed, Scutcher wanted to up and leave too but he was fixed to the spot. “I didn’t see you…doin’…that…” he tried to explain, never the most proficient liar in the world especially not with a beetroot face and images of a second before playing in his mind. Especially not when she got up and stood next to him, so close that…he could smell her, right there in her pants, a scent rising as heady as the way the earth smells after rainfall.

It was either some cruel joke or some wonderful dream that made her eyes lock on his, Scutcher couldn’t decide which but either way it couldn’t truly be real. He wanted it too much for it to be real, had run over the scenario in his head so many times- she’s there waiting for him in the garden, ready and full of want, burning with it so hard that he can see it in her icy eyes. She takes a step towards him, plants a delicate finger on his lips, rises onto her toes and—

This is the part where he wakes up. It always is. But his imagination today must be more vivid than usual because it doesn’t stop right at the part when her lips touch his and things finally start to get good, goes right on past that to the point where he must be in a very deep sleep or something because he feels each touch as sure and as solid as anything he would while awake. And it’s so good that he doesn’t really care that it’s either some cruel joke or some wonderful dream because whatever happens it feels solid enough for the moment. He shuts his eyes and kisses her back but when she pulls away and he opens them he’s still there. Still in the garden and looking down on her.

"It’s okay right?"

She asks and Scutcher isn’t entirely sure what it is and if there was an earlier part of her speech that he missed. If she means it’s okay to kiss him then that’s just laughable because surely that’s his line, surely it should be the other way around. Is it okay for the filthy stupid pig boy to kiss the smart pretty girl with the great boyfriend doing perfectly well without him? The answer is almost invariably going to be no. But she wants an answer from him, the way she looks up- poor Noreen, he didn’t have any answers at all. He could barely remember how to talk. Why would he say anything anyway?

One hand goes through her hair and she gets a stiff little nod for her pains while Scutcher moves forwards a little, like as to kiss her only thinking better of it, jerking it back. She just kissed him but it still feels like some mistake she’s made, like she’s lost her head in the scent of the lavender and kissing her would just be taking advantage when something inside of his head just screams at him to shut his eyes and kiss her already.

And he doesn’t have much in the way of brains, so normally instinct wins. He holds her head in his hands, leaning down with a sharp intake of breath, robin’s egg blue eyes fluttering shut. It’s mad. It’s not true. It’s a dream so he’s going to have to make the most of it, breaking one kiss and replacing it with another, the kind of deep searching kiss that robs a man of breath and senses.

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Harder and faster she kisses him back. Letting her fingers tangle in his curls as she presses against him urging him to the little broken down bench in the corner of the garden. Her hands pulling him closer as she whispers up at him. "Don't stop. Please." Pushing against him they tumble on the bench in a heap of wants and needs. Noreen's lips trail from his mouth down to his neck wanting more than she could ever express.

Jack almost too my virginity here, he almost sealed this spot as his. Its not though, its always been mine and Scutchers. It will never been anything but our secret hide away She wanted to tell him how she felt. To whisper how for weeks, months she'd wanted him to come and let her know that it was okay to have these feelings for him. That he wasn't going to push her away, that he wanted it just as much as she did.

Her hands were trying to guide his lower on her body as she crawl on top of him. The moans that were started before Scutcher had found her quickly restarted as her mouth returned to his. This is how its supposed to be. This is how it was always supposed to be. Her heart felt as it was about to explode through her chest as she let her teeth drag along his lower lip. She wanted him in control, for him to show her just how manly could be, she want Scutcher Tansy in more ways than one.

The fluttering breeze cooled the sweat on the back of her neck as she looked up into his eyes. So blue, so perfect. This niggling feeling in her chest was something she had missed with Jack. He was great and wonderful and did all the things a good man should...but there wasn't that spark that ignited when Scutcher was near. He didn't understand her the way Scutcher did. He didn't know the fear and the pain and the need to make it all okay. Scutcher would always fill that hole.

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