Read Any Good Books Lately?
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+G through L › Harvest Moon
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Adult +
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16
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Read Any Good Books Lately?
"But once again, Lionel shook his head and reared back his horse. 'Nay, fair princess, I must go.'" Mary's soft, soothing voice filled the dusty old library as she read aloud from the novel that she had written. "Captured Heart" it was called. Gray was enjoying listening to it. Sure, romance novels weren't normally his thing, but he'd do anything to spend time with Mary.
He looked over at her appreciatively. He had gotten some razzing from Kai about how could he find her attractive, she was just a frump. Gray couldn't disagree more. Sure, she dressed a little old fashioned, and she wore those big glasses. But Gray could see beneath that. Her eyes were large and glittering, framed by whisper soft lashes. Her face was actually quite lovely, with a cute little nose and small pink lips. Her ears curved softly like seashells, just covered by her hair, which was a satiny black like coffee with wisps of mocha color running through. She had small delicate hands with perfectly rounded nails, which she was using just then to turn the page.
Gray leaned back in the hard wooden library chair, trying to get comfortable. He was sore after another day of intense blacksmith apprenticeship. His body ached all over, especially his upper back. The rigid chairs were not helping the situation.
Mary eyed him squirming and paused her reading, looked worried. "Oh, I'm sorry, this must be terribly boring. You don't have to listen." She made a move to close the book, but Gray stopped her, quickly reaching out one callused hand.
"N-n-no, keep reading." He gave an apologetic wince. "I'm just a little sore from today's work. Ha, Grandpa says I'm such a wimp."
Mary leaned in, a concerned look on her face. "Not at all! You are definitely not a wimp. I'm amazed at the work you do. It takes such incredible physical stamina to do it, even at an apprentice's level. Actually," she paused, looking down, "Actually, I worry about you sometimes."
Gray felt himself blush a little and he laughed nervously. "R-really? You worry...about me?"
Mary nodded shyly, looking at the floor. "I worry that a hot spark will burn you, or that you'll injure yourself while hammering."
Gray smiled reassuringly at her. "I try to be very careful. I don't want you to have to worry about me. You should be able to keep your mind focused on your writing...which is very good, by the way. Please keep...please keep reading."
Mary blushed and nodded, but then looked worried for a moment. "But you're uncomfortable..." Her face lit up. "Oh, silly me. Why don't we sit on the other side of the library, behind the fiction section? There is a small sofa there."
Gray agreed that it was a good idea, and they moved over together. However, it actually not a sofa but a loveseat, and since it was not very wide, they were almost touching. Gray flushed and squirmed a little at first, but relaxed eventually. His thigh came to rest right against hers, and he swore he heard a little squeak come out of her when it happened.
Mary flipped through the pages industriously, trying to act like they weren‘t so close together. "Now...now where was I? Oh, yes, here." She picked up with the novel, and Gray let his body sink back into the very comfortable pillows.
She read on, and Gray kept relaxing. “Suddenly, Lionel gathered Elizabeth up in his arms - “ Mary broke off there, blushing furiously.
Gray, looked at her, surprised. “What happened?”
Mary shook her head. “Oh, nothing, nothing…I just can’t read any more.”
Gray looked concerned. “Why? Is your throat sore?”
Mary fidgeted. “No…ah…it’s just that the love scene is starting in the book, and it’s, um, a little embarrassing to read.” She looked up at Gray shyly.
Gray blushed when he realized what she meant, and picked at the edge of his sleeve nervously. “Oh, ha ha, okay,” he laughed uncomfortably.
Mary’s face became very red as she quickly said “Unless you want me to read it.”
Gray was startled. “Eh?” He blushed a little more, and managed to stammer out, “Y-y-yeah, okay.”
Mary opened the book again and began reading in a very low voice….
He looked over at her appreciatively. He had gotten some razzing from Kai about how could he find her attractive, she was just a frump. Gray couldn't disagree more. Sure, she dressed a little old fashioned, and she wore those big glasses. But Gray could see beneath that. Her eyes were large and glittering, framed by whisper soft lashes. Her face was actually quite lovely, with a cute little nose and small pink lips. Her ears curved softly like seashells, just covered by her hair, which was a satiny black like coffee with wisps of mocha color running through. She had small delicate hands with perfectly rounded nails, which she was using just then to turn the page.
Gray leaned back in the hard wooden library chair, trying to get comfortable. He was sore after another day of intense blacksmith apprenticeship. His body ached all over, especially his upper back. The rigid chairs were not helping the situation.
Mary eyed him squirming and paused her reading, looked worried. "Oh, I'm sorry, this must be terribly boring. You don't have to listen." She made a move to close the book, but Gray stopped her, quickly reaching out one callused hand.
"N-n-no, keep reading." He gave an apologetic wince. "I'm just a little sore from today's work. Ha, Grandpa says I'm such a wimp."
Mary leaned in, a concerned look on her face. "Not at all! You are definitely not a wimp. I'm amazed at the work you do. It takes such incredible physical stamina to do it, even at an apprentice's level. Actually," she paused, looking down, "Actually, I worry about you sometimes."
Gray felt himself blush a little and he laughed nervously. "R-really? You worry...about me?"
Mary nodded shyly, looking at the floor. "I worry that a hot spark will burn you, or that you'll injure yourself while hammering."
Gray smiled reassuringly at her. "I try to be very careful. I don't want you to have to worry about me. You should be able to keep your mind focused on your writing...which is very good, by the way. Please keep...please keep reading."
Mary blushed and nodded, but then looked worried for a moment. "But you're uncomfortable..." Her face lit up. "Oh, silly me. Why don't we sit on the other side of the library, behind the fiction section? There is a small sofa there."
Gray agreed that it was a good idea, and they moved over together. However, it actually not a sofa but a loveseat, and since it was not very wide, they were almost touching. Gray flushed and squirmed a little at first, but relaxed eventually. His thigh came to rest right against hers, and he swore he heard a little squeak come out of her when it happened.
Mary flipped through the pages industriously, trying to act like they weren‘t so close together. "Now...now where was I? Oh, yes, here." She picked up with the novel, and Gray let his body sink back into the very comfortable pillows.
She read on, and Gray kept relaxing. “Suddenly, Lionel gathered Elizabeth up in his arms - “ Mary broke off there, blushing furiously.
Gray, looked at her, surprised. “What happened?”
Mary shook her head. “Oh, nothing, nothing…I just can’t read any more.”
Gray looked concerned. “Why? Is your throat sore?”
Mary fidgeted. “No…ah…it’s just that the love scene is starting in the book, and it’s, um, a little embarrassing to read.” She looked up at Gray shyly.
Gray blushed when he realized what she meant, and picked at the edge of his sleeve nervously. “Oh, ha ha, okay,” he laughed uncomfortably.
Mary’s face became very red as she quickly said “Unless you want me to read it.”
Gray was startled. “Eh?” He blushed a little more, and managed to stammer out, “Y-y-yeah, okay.”
Mary opened the book again and began reading in a very low voice….