The next few days passed slowly with a routine.

Flora attended to Rex and his every need as he rested and healed in bed.

In the evenings, when he slept, she would sit on the back porch over looking the small stream and relax.

Tonight was no different she was sitting on the large wooden swing propped up with some pillows, a thing throw blanket covering her legs.

The door clicked, and she turned her head as Rex slowly and rather unsteady made his way towards her.

His hair was unruly, his beard scruffier that usual, his face was healing but slight brushes remained, he cradled his ribs with his left arm, using his right arm to support himself on the railing.

"Hey baby," He said weakly.

"You shouldn't be up," she stood rushing to his side.

She slid his arm around her shoulders, helping him balance as they walked to the swing.

"I woke up. You were gone. I was worried something had happened."

She helped him ease onto the swing, fluffing pillows to cushion his body.

"Just sit down, baby, relax."

She sat carefully beside him on the swing, keeping some distance between them.

She glanced over to the corner of the porch where the dog who had been living in the bar lifted his head to study them, he yawned and then huffed in annoyance before laying back down on the makeshift bed she made him.

"How long has he been there?" Rex asked.

"A few days."

"Keep him outside, I don't want a dog in the house."

"Okay."

He reached out, pulling her against his side and covering them both with the blanket.

"Are you cold? We should go inside," she said.

"I'm fine," He replied.

He had pulled on a black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, but it was chilly in the evening air.

Their small house blocked the sun from shining onto the ba k porch, giving the illusion of privacy.

They rocked on the swing in silence for a while. Her laying against his side gently and his fingers tracing lazy patterns through her hair.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted before I left. I wasn't a very good husband."

"No, that's not true."

"It is, Flora. It's just...I don't want to get used to having you in my life."

"Why?"

"Because then it's going to hurt more when you're not."

She didn't reply. She wasn't sure anymore what she wanted. Did she want to go on her own? She wasn't so sure.

He kissed the top of her head with a heavy sigh, seemingly the most content she had ever seen him.

She turned in his embrace slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. His beard was more scruffy than usual, but she kind of liked it.

Before she could pull away, he shifted, cupping her cheek with his hand and kissing her soundly on the lips.

He tried to pull her against his chest, and as badly as she wanted to sink into his embrace, she resisted. Keeping a hand on his chest for some space.

"Come here," growled against her lips. His hand fitting in her hair at the back of her head.

"No, I can't... your ribs."

"I can take it."

She shook her head, but he used his free arm to wrap around her waist, pulling her against him.

She didn't protest when he pulled her against his chest, his lips growing hungry against hers.

The hand previously on her waist wandered to cup her breast through her shirt. At the soft moan she made, he tugged her leg over his, moving her to straddle his lap.

She tried in vain to keep some space between her body and his broken ribs, but his hands roamed hungrily over every curve on her body, squeezing and pulling her closer.

She could feel him through the thin material of his sweatpants pressing hard against her in the most delicious way, and  she rolled her hips gently against him.

He gripped her hips but didn't stop her, in fact, He  seemed to enjoy the gentle even pressure she created between their two bodies.

He pulled his lips from hers, kissing down over her chin down her neck.

"I want to fuck you so bad," He groaned against her skin.

"Rex..."

"It's okay, it's okay, this is enough," He panted, kissing her breast through her top.

She bit her lip, she couldn't deny every time he had been intimate with her she had enjoyed it. Especially in the barn.

She carefully slid from his lap, and he held her for as long as he could before reluctantly releasing her.

She sank to her knees on the deck, he watched her but didn't move, didn't speak.

She hesitated, she had no idea what to do. She didn't even know if he liked to be touched. The hard lines of his election suggested he liked her touching him, but everything else was foreign.

Making up her mind, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

His large hands caught hers, stopping her.

"You don't have to," He said roughly.

"I want to...if...if you want me to...if that's okay."

"If I want you too?" He asked, with a forced laugh.

He let go of her hands and she pulled his pants down around his ankles.

Leaning forward carefully, she took a deep breath to steel her nerves.

"Baby..." He started to speak.

She leaned forward and took just the tip in her mouth.

"Fuck," He gasped out.

He jumped as if in pain, and she immediately backed off, looking up at him.

"Did it hurt?"

"No, no."

She leaned forward again, taking him a little deeper this time hearing him groan, his fingers funneling into her hair but not holding her in place.

She bobbed her head slightly sucking just a little, and he collapsed against the swing more.

"Baby. Fuck, they feels so fucking good."

Encouraged by his words she scooted closer to him and attempted to pull him deeper, managing to make herself gag in the process.

He pulled her hair back, pulling her back a little off of him.

"Easy sweetheart, don't hurt yourself."

There was no way he was fitting completely so she had to incorporate the use of her hands, twisting and pulling with the movement of her mouth, her tongue addicted to the feel of him swirling around on the hard satin of him.

She wasn't sure how long this went on, but soon he was pulling more insistently trying to get her away from him.

"Baby, baby, stop you have to stop," He warned, but the way he practically begged made her feel she should do the opposite.

She shook her head slightly and continued her ministrations.

A few seconds later, his hands tightened in her hair, this time pulling her closer, his hips bucking up slightly into her mouth but not enough to hurt her.

"...baby,"

She let out a small whimper of a reply, and he was finished.

She felt him twitch and convulsed against her tongue, hot liquid shooting into her throat as he let out a strangled groan.

It went on a few seconds before he delicately released her, and she backed away to stand up.

Unsure of what to do with the thick salty liquid in her mouth, she swallowed it, aware that some dripped down her chin, escaping her lips.

She began to stand, and Rex leaned forward, locking the liquid from her chin with his tongue before kissing her deeply, his hands framing her face.

He pulled back first, his breathing heavy.

"Fuck, that was hot," He said breathlessly.

"Did you like it?" She asked, resting her forehead against his.

"I like everything about you."

She bit her lip and felt herself blush before he gently kissed her again.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"I wish I could return the favor," He said.

"I can wait," she replied.

He shivered, and she finished pushing to her feet, offering him her arm to pull him up carefully onto his shaky legs.

She pulled his pants up and then, baring some of his weight, helped him back into the house and into their bed.