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+G through L › Harvest Moon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,978
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7
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8
The Hat
When I finally regained my senses, I noticed that Vaughn had left his hat on the table. I picked it up and ran desperately for the beach, but when I got there I could just see the ferry boat as a speck on the horizon. I sighed in defeat and returned home, carefully placing the hat back on the table.
All week long, as I looked at the hat, I was reminded of him. The coming Wednesday was the crop festival, and I had already been informed that the theme was eggplants. That was great, because I had been carefully tending to my eggplants all season. I knew that I would actually have a shot at winning. I was very relieved that the theme wasn’t the other fall crop I had been growing, carrots, because Vaughn probably would stay away if that were the case.
Every night before I went to sleep, I picked up his hat and looked at it for a little while. I missed seeing his face, and I couldn’t wait for Wednesday to come.
It was finally Wednesday morning, and I carefully looked over my eggplant harvest. I chose one that was unblemished, firm and shiny, then set out for the meadow. My eyes scanned the crowd for Vaughn, but I didn’t see him anywhere. I went ahead and approached the judging table, entering my eggplant in the contest. I turned back around, and Vaughn was walking towards me. I realized why I couldn’t find him in the crowd before; I had been looking for his hat, which was laying on the table at my house!
When he reached me, I patted my own head and looked at him questioningly. “Lose something?” He just rolled his eyes, then his fingers flew in reflex to try to mess with the brim of his hat, which of course wasn’t there. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear instead. “It’s at my house,” I whispered. “I didn’t want to bring it with me, because…well, you know, it’s a small island, and what would they think if I came walking in holding your hat?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you care what they think?”
I blushed. “No, I mean, I don’t care who knows that we’re…” I paused before saying “boyfriend and girlfriend,” because he himself had never called us that. I decided to leave it unspoken. “I just wasn’t sure if YOU were comfortable with everyone knowing.”
He shrugged, looking up at the sky. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I do what I want.” And with that, he took my hand, twining his fingers with mine. I trembled with excitement, and tried my very best to keep from grinning like an idiot. I failed.
Just then, Natalie came running up with Pierre. Her eyes locked onto our hands, and then she looked at me, her mouth open. I silently hushed her with a barely perceptible shake of my head, and she closed her mouth again. I looked over at Pierre, who to my surprise was not holding his beloved spoon. Instead, he had a fork. He licked his lips. “I’m going to buy all the top eggplants at this festival and make a feast.”
“Good for you.” It was all I could think to say in response, and I hoped that he didn’t think I was trying to be sarcastic. Fortunately, his mind was too enraptured with the many ways to cook eggplant. “I’ll make eggplant parmesan, happy eggplant, eggplant tempura…” He trailed off as he wandered away, deep in thought. Natalie shrugged and turned to follow him.
Vaughn cleared his throat. “That kid is weird.”
I nodded. “Don’t I know it. I’m not exactly sure what Natalie sees in him, but she’s really happy.” I laughed. “When we met him, I was sure that he was no older than twelve! Turns out, he’s older than me!”
Vaughn looked shocked, and I felt his hand loosen from mine just a little. “How…how old are you?”
I huffed defensively. “I’m 19. But I’ll turn 20 a week from today.” His face relaxed, and his hand gripped mine once more.
“That’s a relief. I thought you were going to say you were only 16 or something,” he grunted.
I stomped my foot. “Hello? I live all alone and run a farm! I’d have to be at least 18, right?” He shrugged, and then I narrowed my eyes at him. “And how old are YOU, Mr. Silver Fox?”
It was his turn to get defensive. His free hand smoothed his hair. “My hair has always been like this. I’m only 27.”
I was secretly relieved too. I really didn’t care how old he was, but it would be a little tragic if I found out he was twice as old as me or something. I just smiled. “Well, that’s OK then.” He gave a low chuckle, and then our attention was drawn to the judging table. Felicia announced the winner, and I was delighted to hear my own name. Vaughn let go of my hand so that I could step forward and receive my prize.
Pierre approached me afterwards, a hungry look on his face, and offered to buy the winning eggplant. Being that he was my best friend’s boyfriend and all, I just gave it to him. He looked like he wanted to hug me, so I carefully backed away as he instead hugged the large vegetable with glee.
After the festivities were done, I invited Vaughn to come over for dinner. We slowly walked back to my house in the twilight. When we got inside, he snatched up his hat and put it back on his head with a satisfied grunt. I just smiled, and set to work peeling eggplants. They were from the same harvest as the winning one, so they were sure to be good. I made curry out of them, being that I had so few ingredients to choose from (and the carrots I had were definitely out.)
When we were done eating, I hesitated for a moment, then went into the fridge and retrieved a slice of chocolate cake. He raised his eyebrows at it. “What’s this?”
“Dessert,” I said, placing it on the table in front of him. “I only have one slice, so we’ll have to share.” He just grunted and picked up his fork, and we ate it in silence, picking at it from opposite sides until it was all gone. I cleaned up the plate, and we moved over to the couch together. He once again removed his hat, placing it on the table. That signaled to me that he was about to continue from where we left off last week.
I was nervous, to say the least. I played with my hands, looking away from him, and I heard him chuckle softly. His hand came to my hair, gently easing the bandanna off. Then I felt his lips on my neck, and I couldn’t hold back a surprised squeal. That just made him chuckle again, and he moved my hair out of the way so that he could kiss more of my neck. My face got hot, and my heart started beating even faster than it had been. I relaxed and sighed, tilting my head to make it easier for him. His hand reached around to my other shoulder, and massaged there lightly.
He then brought his hand to my face, urging me to turn towards him. I did, and his lips caught mine in a kiss. His lips were soft and warm. I tentatively reached up and placed my hands on his chest. He made a low noise, then parted his lips. I parted mine and allowed him in. He kissed me tenderly at first, but the pace and intensity soon increased. I was almost dizzy with desire for him.
He paused for a minute to remove his gloves, and then he brought his hands to my waist. I moaned quietly as he slid them up and down my sides. His hands were on me, but they weren’t anywhere too forbidden, so I relaxed and allowed him to do what he wanted. He broke away from my mouth and kissed my neck again. As he did, one hand slid up onto my chest and cupped my breast. I gasped loudly, but then sighed and relaxed again as he rubbed his hand gently over my shirt.
I knew where this was going, but I had never been there before. So as excited as I was, I was also absolutely terrified. Vaughn seemed to sense this, and after a few minutes he pulled away, giving me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Good night, Chelsea…” he whispered, picking up his gloves and hat, and departing.
I was going to have REALLY good dreams tonight.
When I finally regained my senses, I noticed that Vaughn had left his hat on the table. I picked it up and ran desperately for the beach, but when I got there I could just see the ferry boat as a speck on the horizon. I sighed in defeat and returned home, carefully placing the hat back on the table.
All week long, as I looked at the hat, I was reminded of him. The coming Wednesday was the crop festival, and I had already been informed that the theme was eggplants. That was great, because I had been carefully tending to my eggplants all season. I knew that I would actually have a shot at winning. I was very relieved that the theme wasn’t the other fall crop I had been growing, carrots, because Vaughn probably would stay away if that were the case.
Every night before I went to sleep, I picked up his hat and looked at it for a little while. I missed seeing his face, and I couldn’t wait for Wednesday to come.
It was finally Wednesday morning, and I carefully looked over my eggplant harvest. I chose one that was unblemished, firm and shiny, then set out for the meadow. My eyes scanned the crowd for Vaughn, but I didn’t see him anywhere. I went ahead and approached the judging table, entering my eggplant in the contest. I turned back around, and Vaughn was walking towards me. I realized why I couldn’t find him in the crowd before; I had been looking for his hat, which was laying on the table at my house!
When he reached me, I patted my own head and looked at him questioningly. “Lose something?” He just rolled his eyes, then his fingers flew in reflex to try to mess with the brim of his hat, which of course wasn’t there. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear instead. “It’s at my house,” I whispered. “I didn’t want to bring it with me, because…well, you know, it’s a small island, and what would they think if I came walking in holding your hat?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you care what they think?”
I blushed. “No, I mean, I don’t care who knows that we’re…” I paused before saying “boyfriend and girlfriend,” because he himself had never called us that. I decided to leave it unspoken. “I just wasn’t sure if YOU were comfortable with everyone knowing.”
He shrugged, looking up at the sky. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I do what I want.” And with that, he took my hand, twining his fingers with mine. I trembled with excitement, and tried my very best to keep from grinning like an idiot. I failed.
Just then, Natalie came running up with Pierre. Her eyes locked onto our hands, and then she looked at me, her mouth open. I silently hushed her with a barely perceptible shake of my head, and she closed her mouth again. I looked over at Pierre, who to my surprise was not holding his beloved spoon. Instead, he had a fork. He licked his lips. “I’m going to buy all the top eggplants at this festival and make a feast.”
“Good for you.” It was all I could think to say in response, and I hoped that he didn’t think I was trying to be sarcastic. Fortunately, his mind was too enraptured with the many ways to cook eggplant. “I’ll make eggplant parmesan, happy eggplant, eggplant tempura…” He trailed off as he wandered away, deep in thought. Natalie shrugged and turned to follow him.
Vaughn cleared his throat. “That kid is weird.”
I nodded. “Don’t I know it. I’m not exactly sure what Natalie sees in him, but she’s really happy.” I laughed. “When we met him, I was sure that he was no older than twelve! Turns out, he’s older than me!”
Vaughn looked shocked, and I felt his hand loosen from mine just a little. “How…how old are you?”
I huffed defensively. “I’m 19. But I’ll turn 20 a week from today.” His face relaxed, and his hand gripped mine once more.
“That’s a relief. I thought you were going to say you were only 16 or something,” he grunted.
I stomped my foot. “Hello? I live all alone and run a farm! I’d have to be at least 18, right?” He shrugged, and then I narrowed my eyes at him. “And how old are YOU, Mr. Silver Fox?”
It was his turn to get defensive. His free hand smoothed his hair. “My hair has always been like this. I’m only 27.”
I was secretly relieved too. I really didn’t care how old he was, but it would be a little tragic if I found out he was twice as old as me or something. I just smiled. “Well, that’s OK then.” He gave a low chuckle, and then our attention was drawn to the judging table. Felicia announced the winner, and I was delighted to hear my own name. Vaughn let go of my hand so that I could step forward and receive my prize.
Pierre approached me afterwards, a hungry look on his face, and offered to buy the winning eggplant. Being that he was my best friend’s boyfriend and all, I just gave it to him. He looked like he wanted to hug me, so I carefully backed away as he instead hugged the large vegetable with glee.
After the festivities were done, I invited Vaughn to come over for dinner. We slowly walked back to my house in the twilight. When we got inside, he snatched up his hat and put it back on his head with a satisfied grunt. I just smiled, and set to work peeling eggplants. They were from the same harvest as the winning one, so they were sure to be good. I made curry out of them, being that I had so few ingredients to choose from (and the carrots I had were definitely out.)
When we were done eating, I hesitated for a moment, then went into the fridge and retrieved a slice of chocolate cake. He raised his eyebrows at it. “What’s this?”
“Dessert,” I said, placing it on the table in front of him. “I only have one slice, so we’ll have to share.” He just grunted and picked up his fork, and we ate it in silence, picking at it from opposite sides until it was all gone. I cleaned up the plate, and we moved over to the couch together. He once again removed his hat, placing it on the table. That signaled to me that he was about to continue from where we left off last week.
I was nervous, to say the least. I played with my hands, looking away from him, and I heard him chuckle softly. His hand came to my hair, gently easing the bandanna off. Then I felt his lips on my neck, and I couldn’t hold back a surprised squeal. That just made him chuckle again, and he moved my hair out of the way so that he could kiss more of my neck. My face got hot, and my heart started beating even faster than it had been. I relaxed and sighed, tilting my head to make it easier for him. His hand reached around to my other shoulder, and massaged there lightly.
He then brought his hand to my face, urging me to turn towards him. I did, and his lips caught mine in a kiss. His lips were soft and warm. I tentatively reached up and placed my hands on his chest. He made a low noise, then parted his lips. I parted mine and allowed him in. He kissed me tenderly at first, but the pace and intensity soon increased. I was almost dizzy with desire for him.
He paused for a minute to remove his gloves, and then he brought his hands to my waist. I moaned quietly as he slid them up and down my sides. His hands were on me, but they weren’t anywhere too forbidden, so I relaxed and allowed him to do what he wanted. He broke away from my mouth and kissed my neck again. As he did, one hand slid up onto my chest and cupped my breast. I gasped loudly, but then sighed and relaxed again as he rubbed his hand gently over my shirt.
I knew where this was going, but I had never been there before. So as excited as I was, I was also absolutely terrified. Vaughn seemed to sense this, and after a few minutes he pulled away, giving me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Good night, Chelsea…” he whispered, picking up his gloves and hat, and departing.
I was going to have REALLY good dreams tonight.