Story for the Day: A Farmer's Supper

A Farmer’s Supper
Adaoire and his woman
                It was one evening when Adaoire returned home to the farmhouse from an arduous day of work. He removed his cap as he entered his residence, wiping the sweat from his brow and sighing over the exertion of the morning. His mind was caught in deliberation over the coming frosts and how his plantation would have to be done with prudence before the soil became too melded with frozen dew. His eyes were low in contemplation until his caught the scent of Tyferrim smoked sausage just beginning to cook in the pan. His attention was captured when he heard the telling dulcet hums of a woman at home, and though he had been used to hear them from his mother when she occupied the same space, their differing tone and lilt told him who was waiting for him to return. He looked down and grinned, blushing for the thought of having a woman waiting for him, one who had promised to care for him and enrapture him with her efforts. Cooking was merely one pursuit for which he could admire his doe, but there was so much to consider and be sensible of that the whole had summed his affection for her. He removed his boots and overalls, listening to her mellifluous and sometimes dissonant thrums.  
                He simpered to himself to think of how endearing it was that she as a sir's daughter should find such delight in such humble occupations. He had much to appreciate beyond what her affections had already accorded him: the darning of his worn socks, the replacement of the buttons on his work garments, the delicate osculations upon leaving the farmhouse in the morning, the ravening ventures upon coming home at night, the easiness of her character, the depravity of her manner, her forbearance, her good humor and lively spirits were all recommendations to his affection. The warm attachment with which he had exuded toward her upon their first meeting had prevailed, and here was enough to secure Adaoire's happiness: a good woman with immoral principals and good countenance was one he had aspired for but never believed he should find, as poor farmers must settle for moderation. He had not, however. He chanced upon the one woman in all the world who could match his notions of perfection and she was standing in the kitchen making him supper.
                He crept into the kitchen entranceway to see her industriously at work. He was desirous of holding his fortunate acquisition but remained there in the doorway to observe her. The subtle movements of her figure, the gentle tossing of her hair, the hint of nape he caught as her dress crept toward her shoulder were all suggestions of how unexceptionable and how lovely she was. To think an accident which could have been so distressing to her was a blessing to both, and Adaoire remarked that every old farmer of poor persuasion should be so fortunate to find one so faultless as the one who had resigned herself to him. His lips curled into and unconscious smile and he gaped at her with glints of elation in his eyes.
                She turned to him when she heard a sudden creak in the old wood of the floor to find Adaoire regarding her. She smiled and said did not hear him come in, but where she believed he would come toward her and catch her up in voracious delight, he stood there all admiration. She was glowing with a healthy pride, and Adaoire gave her an amorous sigh.
                "Aye, you make me the happiest, girl," he said warmly.
                She smiled, placed her finished preparations on the table and went into his open arms. She was assailed by edacious kisses and a firm embrace.
                "Sure, you know what's commin’ to you girl," he whispered in her ear.
                 Her expression grew dark and depraved as his hands slipped between her thighs.
                "I gotta thank you for that there meal you made."
                "That is precisely why I made it," she admitted.
                Adaoire beamed with blissful wickedness and wrapped his arm around her waist.  "Aye, I'm gonna give it to you now so you'll be good and hungry when I'm done."
                She laughed at his crudity and felt she must agree to this. She reminded him that their supper would be cold by the time they should finish, but this was a prerequisite course to which she had grown accustomed. She was then pushed to the kitchen floor and mounted by a man who was willing to momentarily forgo one hunger to appease the other.