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Monthly Bonus Content #2 - 'Amongst the Apple Trees' (Morgan Version)
🕑 Added 2022-11-10 13:59:03 +0000 UTCAutumn. It’s crisp, it’s golden, it’s perfect. It’s impossible not to make the most of the days when they’re as bright as this. The ideal day for making memories.
The thought explodes from my mind as a pink-red fruit projectile comes hurtling towards me. I duck out of the way, narrowly avoiding it before it connects with my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I call, glaring at where Morgan is concealed behind the trunk of a thick gnarled apple tree.
She peeks out around it with a shrug. “You said you wanted the best ones. It smelled like it might be.”
“You could have just handed it to me. You know, like a normal person,” I groan, striding towards her, shifting what is practically already a bushel of apples in my arms before bending down to place them as gently as I can into the basket buried in the grass.
“Normal doesn’t really apply to me, sweetheart/handsome,” she states, slinking out of the shadow of the tree to rest against the trunk with folded arms. “Doesn’t exactly apply to you either.”
I sigh. “No. I suppose not.”
“Don’t take it as an insult,” she says, stooping down beside me with a smirk and picking up an apple to toss it into the air with an impressive spin.
“I don’t,” I groan. “It’s just sometimes a life without people constantly wanting to kidnap or kill me might be nice.”
She arches a brow. “I bet you’d get bored after a week.”
“But it would be a safe bored,” I reply with a chuckle. “Come on. I’ll show you where the best fruit is.”
We move off together, Morgan still chucking the apple into the air as I carry our basket.
Passing through a picket gate, trees stand in strict rows, disappearing into the distant field, each dripping with juicy apples so tempting that I even notice Morgan’s eyes glint with a slight hunger.
We start at the top tree, twisting and popping apples from the stalks to place into the basket. As we work, I can’t help but glance to Morgan over my shoulder, watching as she examines an apple and shakes her head before moving to the next.
“Thank you for coming,” I say, brushing the remnants of apple blossom from the top of an apple with more concentration than really needed.
“You said you needed help,” she responds, tossing another crisp fruit onto the pile. “Obviously I was going to come.”
“Oh,” I reply. “Well, thanks.”
Her lips tilt into a lazy smirk. “You said that already. Anyway, I think it’s time for a break.” She tugs herself up into the tree, settling onto a thick branch and leans over to look down at me. “You coming up?”
My gaze scans the orchard. Thankfully we’re far out enough from the house that it’s unlikely the owner would see us possibly causing damage to his crops.
I smile and nod.
She holds out a hand, and I slip mine into it. Settling my foot onto a thick knot of the tree, I spring myself up to sit beside her. The branch tilts slightly at my motion, tipping along the stalk until I bump into Morgan.
She grasps an arm around me to keep me steady. “Falling for me again, sweetheart/handsome?”
I roll my eyes, but partly so as the fizzle of warmth that her comment sends sizzling across my skin doesn’t show on my expression. “Now what?”
“We just…relax,” she says, staring out through the zigzag of branches to the meadow horizon beyond.
“Nature is really your thing, isn’t it?”
Her lips purse in thought before she lets out a long breath. “Away from people is my thing. Away from the confined buildings you humans love so much is my thing. It’s stifling. I don’t know how you cope.”
“I suppose I don’t notice considering I’ve grown up with it,” I respond. My gaze shifts down to the arm she still has wrapped around me as it slides lower to rest around my hips. I lay my hand on her thigh. “It is quiet here. Tranquil.”
“It is,” she says, her voice deeper than a moment before. My stomach lightens into a whirlwind of flurries as her crooked finger traces down the curve of my neck before she settles her face there. “But it’s far more peaceful here.”
My breath shivers out of me, but I disguise it with a chuckle. “You’re really going to try it on while balanced precariously on a tree branch?”
“No, it’s just…Can I stay here?” she mumbles against my skin. It’s not a kiss but more just because it’s as though all the energy has suddenly been sapped from her. Her body nestles against mine in a perfect match to my lines. “Just for a while?”
A smile catches me. “Sure.”
I try not to move in case we topple from the branch and, after a moment, I can feel her breath heavy on my neck. Each exhale is deep and relaxed, each inhale is long and clear. I manage to twist slightly to watch her. Her thick lashes brush the freckles on her sharp cheekbones, her expression the most relaxed I’ve ever seen it.
While she sleeps, I watch the afternoon sky turn from molten gold to electric pink and realise that as memories go, this one is probably at the top of my list.
Comments
Jason Bond
Nat is my MC's LI but checking the others out as I wait for hers. Sweet.
EvilChani
That is my thought as well, but we knew it'd take over half the series to get an M who has and admits feelings, so we may as well enjoy the fluff we're given and hold on for the ride till we get there in the books. I'll just re-read this every time M announces that the MC means nothing to them! 😭
Ellie
I see what you're doing here, Sera. Lulling us into a false sense of security with all this wholesomeness, and then bam! Book 3 angst hits 5 times harder.
