Stardew Valley |This Modern Love | F!Female Farmer x Sebastian

Heartbeats

Another smutty one-shot with Sage and Seb. 💛

Intricate patterns cover the corners of Sage’s picture window, tiny fractals of frost spreading over the glass. She touches them, marveling as they melt beneath her fingertips. Winter has well and truly arrived in the Valley, along with a heavy blanket of snow.

Fog appears as Sage breathes, admiring the view. It's beautiful, really. Far too pretty to appreciate alone.

Burrowing into the blankets like a heat-seeking missile, Sage pokes her cold nose into Sebastian’s cheek and laughs as he yelps.

“Shit!” He tickles her ribs, and she cackles, scrabbling at his chest. “What if I did that to you?”

“You do every night with your frozen toes!” Sage whips a pillow at his torso . “Wake up, Seb. It’s beautiful outside.”

“Urrghh. Caffeine first, okay?”

That does sound good. “Okay.” Sage stretches and stands. “You work on regaining consciousness and I’ll start the caffeine machine.” Wrapped in a blanket, she pads to the kitchen. The coffee maker burbles to life. On the opposite wall, the picture window lets in dazzling light, bathing the room in a brilliance that makes her squint.

Sebastian shuffles from the bedroom, his jaw split in a wide yawn, drawn to the two steaming cups on the counter. He inhales, leaning against her. “Love you, Sage.” He glances at his mug. “Love you, coffee.”

“Still working on waking up, huh?” She stands on her toes, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I’ll get dressed.”

After wrestling her ancient dresser’s drawers open, Sage paws around until she finds a long, heavy woolen skirt, fleece-lined tights, and a chunky sweater. Sebastian kneels behind her, grabbing a pair of jeans and a turtleneck. They giggle, a jumble of hopping feet and near-falls as they dress.

Together, they open the front door, wincing as chill bites through their clothes. Sage’s coffee is a welcome burn, and she gathers the mug to her chest, savoring its warmth. Their breaths form clouds that dissipate into a million bits of fine mist, merging with the frigid air.

It’s picturesque, straight out of a greeting card. Clean, unmarked, and sparkling. Today’s one of those cloudless winter days where sunlight bounces off snow and makes everything ten times brighter. Sage shields her vision.

“It’s pretty.” Sebastian hugs her waist. “Winter’s so quiet.”

Sage hums. “Yeah…the silence is deafening. I mean, doesn’t it look a little too perfect? Don't you have the urge to just…fuck it all up?”

A wicked grin flashes across Sebastian’s face. “You read my mind.”

Sage shudders as a blast of freezing wind forces its way into the house. “Okay, but first more clothes.”

“That’s the opposite of what you usually say.”

Grinning, she leads Sebastian inside. “Well, we don’t normally fuck in 0 degree weather.” She fetches his leather jacket, worn soft from years of use, smelling faintly of him. “Here.” He shrugs it on, rolling his shoulders.

Darting to the dresser, Sage digs in her bottom drawer. Somewhere, there’s–there it is. She grabs a black and gray striped scarf, one she hasn’t seen since her days in Zuzu. It was a thrift-store find, a thing she bought without thinking to keep her warm on the walks to and from work. But there’s something about it that screams Sebastian.

“Here.” She loops it around his neck and pats his shoulder. After an appraising look, she nods. “Very Gerard Way. Suits you.”

He bends to kiss her . “So, can we fuck things up yet?”