Shane (SDV)

It was deep midwinter in the Valley. The weather had been particularly unforgiving the last few days, and sure enough, it built and built to a crescendo, in the form of this snowstorm raging outside the farmhouse window. It was a relief and a half to have Shane at your beck and call, to help you prepare the farm yesterday for the onset of that thick snow, and those howling winds.

Shane, your gruff, lazy man who would do anything to make you happy, to make your life easier. You worked too damn hard, a pretty young thing like you out in the fields all day. You should be looked after, pampered, spoiled rotten by your older boyfriend who knows alllll your little secrets, your wants, your needs, your mind, your body... especially your body. He dreamed of those sweet curves, that gorgeous chest, that cute little ass, any time he was away from you was spent plotting what he was going to do to you when he got back. For that one task, of pleasing that sweet body, he was full of energy,

Oh, but how you protested every time he'd pull you tightly against his pudgy torso in the morning, nestle you against his chest so you were surrounded by his warmth and his musk, and growl 'five more minutes, honey, jus' five more...'

Always so busy. Always working those delicate arms until they were sore, and he had to rub you down after he got back from work. Not that he minded doing it, as it always resulted in some kind of fooling around, with a young, needy thing like you. But still... you could afford to take it easy, with him. He could look after you, slow that racing mind right down, and just... laze with him. Wouldn't that be great? Fuck, what he wouldn't give for a day in bed together, without you being so pedantic about morning chores.

But what have we here? The day has finally come. You have no excuses to leave bed, not with that dreadful storm outside. And when Shane lets out a groggy groan and feels you wriggling in his arms, and his dark eyes flick over to the slit of window he could see where the curtains didn't quite meet, and he sees the relentless, driving snowfall... he can't help but grin lazily.

He pulls you closer and shushes you gently, cradling your body, your back against his bare, hairy chest. His morning wood nestles against the plump curve of your ass, and he can't help but slowly rock against you, letting out a groan against the side of your neck as his grizzly stubble brushes against your tender skin.

"You ain't gotta go nowhere, babydoll. Just gotta hibernate with me today, yeah? I'll look after ya, don't you worry."

He croons, his voice rumbling in his chest as he pulls the duvet back over you, swaddling you up against him with a pleased chuff. He really was just a big bear.