Love Story
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: Yeah, well you've pretty much figured that I don't own Digimon since this isn't a movie.
A/N: hey, I managed to finish this one, so here it is, r/r please! ULIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!TAIORA FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love Story V:
Waking up the next morning, she pushed her long hair away from her face. She felt like shit; going to bed so late last night and waking up before dawn wasn't a good omen.
Pulling herself out of bed, she lazily pealed her sweaty tank from her body and groaned; she had a huge migraine. While wiping the sleep from her eyes, she searched her dresser for a barrette to put her hair up.
As she made her way towards the kitchen, she tugged on her plaid boxers, which were also drenched in sweat.
It was still dark outside; dawn's little fingers had barely began crawling over the horizon. Letting out a throaty yawn, she opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.
"Hey." A voice whispered behind her, just as exhausted as she.
Too tired to be alarmed and too lazy to be nasty, she nodded a slight greeting.
"Do you guys usually wake up this early?" he asked taking two glasses from the cupboard.
"'Tis one of the perks of working on a vineyard." She whispered letting out another yawn.
"This place is amazing, I would have killed to grow up here."
"I wouldn't incriminate myself if I were you." She sighed meting the juice.
Soon a low scampering noise was heard above them. Glancing at the ceiling nonchalantly, she turned to him.
"Don't let them jump on you, just say 'no' firmly."
"Why?"
"They're wolf-hybrids. Instead of nails and teeth, they've got claws and fangs, a lot more dangerous than a POed cat."
"Are they friendly?"
"Yeah, just a little hyperactive."
Just as she released her last statement, the three dogs scrambled into the room. Tai followed her instruction, and soon they were scampering around his feet.
After the drink of ice-cold orange juice, she put it in the sink and opened the kitchen door.
"Where ya' goin'?" he asked watching her as she pulled out a large pail.
"Ta' milk the cows."
"Can I help?"
"Whatever." She sighed walking out the door.
Stepping into the barn, he was reminded of old photographs taken by his grandfather. The barn was an enclosure of a large empty space. It was dark and secretive, as if some magical force inhabited it, trying to deceive them of its presence. Hay was scattered around the sod ground, crunching tiredly as they made their way through the tranquil realm. The darkness was thick, only to be pierced by slashes of weak light escaping from the spaces between the wooden slats.
Lifting an arm, she gently pulled on a metal string, instantly illuminating the dismal chamber with one, dim light.
Soon the room was presented before him, not as some forgotten piece of oblivion, but as a chamber filled with beautiful beasts. Standing against the walls were about ten, idle, pensive cows. Their huge eyes searched through the room and settled interestedly on both of them. A few mothers seemed more interested on the newcomers than the young calves gently suckling at their udders.
"How many are we going to milk?" he whispered, afraid to break the sweet silence.
"Just two." Then she stuck out her arm and pointed at a large honey brown jersey. "That one there, that's Daisy, and the one over there, that's Bessie." She said pointing at another large one, this time white, speckled with large brown patches.
"They're beautiful."
"They're mine. Grif got them for me when I was twelve, when we'd just moved in."
"You haven't lived here all your life?"
"Do I seem like a true farm kid?" she breathed glaring at him.
His eyebrows quirked up.
"Ok, don't answer that. I was born in Africa, but my parent's died. So Grif and Autumn took over as my 'rents and I lived with them."
"That's what you meant last night when you said he wasn't your father. So what is he to you?"
"My Uncle, he and my Mom were brother and sister, and she and Autumn were best friends. So Grif and Autumn have known each other since forever. But my Mom and Dad met in Africa on an archeological dig. My Dad was an archeologist and my Mom was a meteorologist."
"Oh."
"Yeah I know, it sickens me to. We are like the all American family with a twist, and missing one point five of the kids."
"I actually think it's nice. I've got only two uncles and one aunt. I haven't seen them in like five years. My own parents are gone so much that it's kinda' like I am an orphan. The only real family I've got is my little sister, and she's still in high school. I don't see her very much except during the holidays. She lives in Connecticut, attending one of the best New England Academies in the country." He added bitterly.
"I'm guessing your beloved Alma Mater?"
"Yeah, what I wouldn't give for her to get away to a place like this." He groaned softly.
"What's her name?"
"Kari, she's sixteen."
"If ya' want, you could fly her up here, I'm sure Grif and Autumn wouldn't mind. They really cherish the institution of family, plus they could never say no to an extra pair of hands." She replied.
His eyes grew wide with surprise at her words. She was so intent on hating him before, but now she was trying her best to please him. What was with her?
Her own eyes reflected the stun. When had she cared what was going on with him. For the past few weeks he'd been the bane of her existence, and now she was inviting his dear sister, who was probably a bigger snob than he, to come stay in her house.
"Really?"
"You'll have to ask them when they get back, but I'm sure you could bring her in tomorrow, considering that money is no obstacle for you."
A broad smile stretched his face and his eyes. . . his beautiful eyes sparkled with something unreadable. Oh how she wished she could bathe in the beauty of his chocolate eyes for days without rest. They were so warm and inviting, nothing like the guys she was used to hanging with.
His eyes twinkled with adventure. He was the type that didn't read about something in a book. Instead he searched for the unexpected and went along for the ride, never trying to tame or conform it. He was the type of person that traveled for freedom and the treasures that he saw and encountered along the way were only part of the experience, and didn't dwell too much on them. He cherished life, but didn't obsess over all the material things, instead, he found his experiences more to his liking.
He in turn noticed something soften considerably in her once cold crimson eyes. It was as if there was some weird kind of yearning in those unusually intense eyes. The ice thawed and he felt as if he'd stepped into the sunset. The rare mixture of colors tinted the orbs surrounding the pupils with light bursts of red, pink, orange, and gold surrounded him and warmed him like a blanket on a cool fall afternoon.
"Thanks."
"Whatever." She mumbled. Then her eyes turned back to their original coldness, and she added, "don't get used to me being nice. I'm too tired to bite in the morning, but when the sun casts its rays over the fields, you better watch out. There's nothing like a bitchy woman to start you day."
He smiled softly, but not as warmly as before. "I'll remember that."
Getting back to their surroundings, she brought two fingers up to her lips, and a high-pitched whistle echoed throughout the entire barn. He felt as if he were on a mountain as the echoes of invisible fairies answered her.
Languidly two magnificent cows began to amble silently towards the young woman. Their huge brown eyes glazed over as they advanced towards them, casting their gazes curiously towards him.
"Can you fetch me that stool over there?" she asked, pointing towards the small kid sized stool with little cobwebs decorating it.
"It's so small." He said returning with it under his arm.
"The lower I am, the easier," was her response.
He watched pensively as she lowered herself on the diminutive seat. Placing the tin bucket just beneath the dangly utters, she placed her hands around what looked like kid fingers and carefully began tugging and squeezing them with a tentative rhythm.
"So what do you suspect I'll be doing here?" he asked softly, not sure if she wished to be disturbed.
"Uh, you'll help out with the harvest, and help him work in the lab for sure."
"You guys have a lab? It seems so. . ."
"If you say primitive I'll hit you." She smiled looking up at him a moment before returning her eyes to her duty.
"No, I was going to say rustic."
"That's just a synonym." She laughed.
"Where is this mysterious lab?"
"In the basement. He used to take me there late at night when I was younger, and he taught me all this stuff about life, microorganisms, mitosis, and all this other stuff. It was fun just sitting up with him late at night as he taught me stuff. Sometimes we'd start out talking about genetics, and we'd end up laughing at some anecdote that my mom and Autumn did when they were younger. Autumn used to hate it, she said it wasn't right that I knew all this embarrassing stuff about her childhood, and I hadn't even accumulated enough."
"You really like your aunt and uncle, huh?"
"Sometimes their world seems too perfect for my liking, but life wouldn't be the same without them."
The large jersey, Daisy, began to moan in protest, obviously telling Sora that her sack was empty. Patting her softly on the stomach, ending the session, the idle beast trudged back to her earlier place and the next creature, Bessie, made her way towards the girl.
"Wanna' try?" she asked lifting herself from the stout seat.
He shook his head, "I wouldn't know what to do."
"What's to do, just pull softly at her utters, and the milk will give."
"Why don't you do it?"
"Hey, you're going to be up here for a week, don't think you're going to mouse yourself out of work. In fact, I'm sure you'll be just as worn as the regular workers by the end of the day, and so will your delicate little sister." She grinned.
"So I advise, take it now, 'cuz you're going to be begging for the light work in a days time."
"Ok." He groaned plopping himself down on the fragile seat. Leaning over slowly, he reached out his hands and gently grabbed the utters. Settling in comfortably, he gently began to pull, smiling at the way the tin pinged as rhythmically as when Sora did it.
As he continued, he began to feel the soft tapping of something on his shoulder. Not bothering to look up, he wondered aloud, "Yes?"
"Huh?" she asked pensively as she watched his powerful back hunched over.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, I didn't say anything."
"Then why are you tapping my shoulder? You're still doing it."
"No I'm not, I'm . . . it's Bessie's tail, she does that sometimes. She even kicks up hay, so watch out."
Looking up with a raised eyebrow that made her breath catch, he smirked, "So you gave me the temperamental one, huh?"
"Well you're such a big strong man," she replied coyly, "you could handle her a lot better than little 'ol me."
"Whatever," he laughed just as Bessie sent a spray of hay at his face.
Pausing a moment to brush it out of his face, he could feel her eyes on him and the smile on her face. Without looking up, he smiled, "Hey, don't laugh, you're the one that got me in this mess."
"You look funny. A definite city boy with straw sticking out of his stylish hair and his eyelashes."
Leaning over again, he began to tug at the beast again. "You like it don't you?"
Taken aback by his bluntness, she was speechless for a moment. Then, forcing herself to play it off as flippant, she rolled her eyes as if discarding it, and retorted with a bland comeback. "You wish."
He felt like laughing at that moment. He heard the lame comeback and wondered what had made her hesitate so.
Suddenly a bouquet of hay tumbled over her standing frame. As the realization hit her and she awoken from her silent reverie, she made a cry of protest.
"Hey!"
"She's a feisty one isn't she?" he chuckled.
"She didn't do that, you did!" she protested.
"No I didn't, I was working."
"Liar, she would never do that to me."
"That's what you think," he replied.
He continued idly, until another shower of hay hit him. Looking up at Sora, she had the most deceptively innocent look on her face. She shrugged rudimentarily, then with a coy smile she said,
"It was the cow."
Picking up a handful beside him, he tossed it back at her.
"Damn that cow, she's just so boisterous," he offered with a smirk.
Before they knew what was happening, they were both wrestling on ground, their arms and bodies tangled together as they stuffed hay in each other's face and down their shirts. Their laughs echoed through the vast chamber of empty space, making them sound like an army of laughter.
They rolled around for quite some time before he finally got her pinned underneath him, with both her hands held above her head. Their eyes locked as the realization that his body covered hers in an erotic position hit them. For many moments they lay completely still, basking in the comfort of their gazes, and reveling in the beauty of this moment.
The thick air between them began to pressurize as he leaned forward, ready to brush his lips against hers.
Her head jerked and she looked away. His lips landed on her cheek, and his eyes filled with worry. Struggling against him, she made a couple of noises of protest, and he moved aside to let her stand up.
Looking up at her straight figure, he noticed the worry etched in her features, making her look older than she actually was.
She was a sight!
Her long red wisps, which had been trapped in a barrette, dropped to her shoulders, tangled with many pieces of hay. All over her arms and legs were scratches from the stiff grass. Her clothes were covered in it, so were her eyelashes and her sticky, sweat drenched skin. She looked as if she'd taken a shower in the fodder.
Looking down at him with something sad drenching her eyes, he imagined that he looked the exact same way. As if there was a hay explosion, and they'd both been caught in the thick of it.
"You can go in and clean off, I'll finish this." She whispered looking away from him.
"Are you sure you don't want me to finish?"
"Not really, plus I'm guessing Grif is already looking for you, I'm sure he wants to start your research."
"Ok," he drawled lifting himself up beside her. When she didn't look at him, he sighed heavily, and turned to leave.
Before he began to trudge away he added,
"Thanks for teaching me, it was fun."
And then he was gone.
Sighing, Sora finished milking Bessie and carried the heavy pail to the house silently.
TBC. . .
A/N: R/R PWEEEEEZZZZZ!
Disclaimer: Yeah, well you've pretty much figured that I don't own Digimon since this isn't a movie.
A/N: hey, I managed to finish this one, so here it is, r/r please! ULIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!TAIORA FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love Story V:
Waking up the next morning, she pushed her long hair away from her face. She felt like shit; going to bed so late last night and waking up before dawn wasn't a good omen.
Pulling herself out of bed, she lazily pealed her sweaty tank from her body and groaned; she had a huge migraine. While wiping the sleep from her eyes, she searched her dresser for a barrette to put her hair up.
As she made her way towards the kitchen, she tugged on her plaid boxers, which were also drenched in sweat.
It was still dark outside; dawn's little fingers had barely began crawling over the horizon. Letting out a throaty yawn, she opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.
"Hey." A voice whispered behind her, just as exhausted as she.
Too tired to be alarmed and too lazy to be nasty, she nodded a slight greeting.
"Do you guys usually wake up this early?" he asked taking two glasses from the cupboard.
"'Tis one of the perks of working on a vineyard." She whispered letting out another yawn.
"This place is amazing, I would have killed to grow up here."
"I wouldn't incriminate myself if I were you." She sighed meting the juice.
Soon a low scampering noise was heard above them. Glancing at the ceiling nonchalantly, she turned to him.
"Don't let them jump on you, just say 'no' firmly."
"Why?"
"They're wolf-hybrids. Instead of nails and teeth, they've got claws and fangs, a lot more dangerous than a POed cat."
"Are they friendly?"
"Yeah, just a little hyperactive."
Just as she released her last statement, the three dogs scrambled into the room. Tai followed her instruction, and soon they were scampering around his feet.
After the drink of ice-cold orange juice, she put it in the sink and opened the kitchen door.
"Where ya' goin'?" he asked watching her as she pulled out a large pail.
"Ta' milk the cows."
"Can I help?"
"Whatever." She sighed walking out the door.
Stepping into the barn, he was reminded of old photographs taken by his grandfather. The barn was an enclosure of a large empty space. It was dark and secretive, as if some magical force inhabited it, trying to deceive them of its presence. Hay was scattered around the sod ground, crunching tiredly as they made their way through the tranquil realm. The darkness was thick, only to be pierced by slashes of weak light escaping from the spaces between the wooden slats.
Lifting an arm, she gently pulled on a metal string, instantly illuminating the dismal chamber with one, dim light.
Soon the room was presented before him, not as some forgotten piece of oblivion, but as a chamber filled with beautiful beasts. Standing against the walls were about ten, idle, pensive cows. Their huge eyes searched through the room and settled interestedly on both of them. A few mothers seemed more interested on the newcomers than the young calves gently suckling at their udders.
"How many are we going to milk?" he whispered, afraid to break the sweet silence.
"Just two." Then she stuck out her arm and pointed at a large honey brown jersey. "That one there, that's Daisy, and the one over there, that's Bessie." She said pointing at another large one, this time white, speckled with large brown patches.
"They're beautiful."
"They're mine. Grif got them for me when I was twelve, when we'd just moved in."
"You haven't lived here all your life?"
"Do I seem like a true farm kid?" she breathed glaring at him.
His eyebrows quirked up.
"Ok, don't answer that. I was born in Africa, but my parent's died. So Grif and Autumn took over as my 'rents and I lived with them."
"That's what you meant last night when you said he wasn't your father. So what is he to you?"
"My Uncle, he and my Mom were brother and sister, and she and Autumn were best friends. So Grif and Autumn have known each other since forever. But my Mom and Dad met in Africa on an archeological dig. My Dad was an archeologist and my Mom was a meteorologist."
"Oh."
"Yeah I know, it sickens me to. We are like the all American family with a twist, and missing one point five of the kids."
"I actually think it's nice. I've got only two uncles and one aunt. I haven't seen them in like five years. My own parents are gone so much that it's kinda' like I am an orphan. The only real family I've got is my little sister, and she's still in high school. I don't see her very much except during the holidays. She lives in Connecticut, attending one of the best New England Academies in the country." He added bitterly.
"I'm guessing your beloved Alma Mater?"
"Yeah, what I wouldn't give for her to get away to a place like this." He groaned softly.
"What's her name?"
"Kari, she's sixteen."
"If ya' want, you could fly her up here, I'm sure Grif and Autumn wouldn't mind. They really cherish the institution of family, plus they could never say no to an extra pair of hands." She replied.
His eyes grew wide with surprise at her words. She was so intent on hating him before, but now she was trying her best to please him. What was with her?
Her own eyes reflected the stun. When had she cared what was going on with him. For the past few weeks he'd been the bane of her existence, and now she was inviting his dear sister, who was probably a bigger snob than he, to come stay in her house.
"Really?"
"You'll have to ask them when they get back, but I'm sure you could bring her in tomorrow, considering that money is no obstacle for you."
A broad smile stretched his face and his eyes. . . his beautiful eyes sparkled with something unreadable. Oh how she wished she could bathe in the beauty of his chocolate eyes for days without rest. They were so warm and inviting, nothing like the guys she was used to hanging with.
His eyes twinkled with adventure. He was the type that didn't read about something in a book. Instead he searched for the unexpected and went along for the ride, never trying to tame or conform it. He was the type of person that traveled for freedom and the treasures that he saw and encountered along the way were only part of the experience, and didn't dwell too much on them. He cherished life, but didn't obsess over all the material things, instead, he found his experiences more to his liking.
He in turn noticed something soften considerably in her once cold crimson eyes. It was as if there was some weird kind of yearning in those unusually intense eyes. The ice thawed and he felt as if he'd stepped into the sunset. The rare mixture of colors tinted the orbs surrounding the pupils with light bursts of red, pink, orange, and gold surrounded him and warmed him like a blanket on a cool fall afternoon.
"Thanks."
"Whatever." She mumbled. Then her eyes turned back to their original coldness, and she added, "don't get used to me being nice. I'm too tired to bite in the morning, but when the sun casts its rays over the fields, you better watch out. There's nothing like a bitchy woman to start you day."
He smiled softly, but not as warmly as before. "I'll remember that."
Getting back to their surroundings, she brought two fingers up to her lips, and a high-pitched whistle echoed throughout the entire barn. He felt as if he were on a mountain as the echoes of invisible fairies answered her.
Languidly two magnificent cows began to amble silently towards the young woman. Their huge brown eyes glazed over as they advanced towards them, casting their gazes curiously towards him.
"Can you fetch me that stool over there?" she asked, pointing towards the small kid sized stool with little cobwebs decorating it.
"It's so small." He said returning with it under his arm.
"The lower I am, the easier," was her response.
He watched pensively as she lowered herself on the diminutive seat. Placing the tin bucket just beneath the dangly utters, she placed her hands around what looked like kid fingers and carefully began tugging and squeezing them with a tentative rhythm.
"So what do you suspect I'll be doing here?" he asked softly, not sure if she wished to be disturbed.
"Uh, you'll help out with the harvest, and help him work in the lab for sure."
"You guys have a lab? It seems so. . ."
"If you say primitive I'll hit you." She smiled looking up at him a moment before returning her eyes to her duty.
"No, I was going to say rustic."
"That's just a synonym." She laughed.
"Where is this mysterious lab?"
"In the basement. He used to take me there late at night when I was younger, and he taught me all this stuff about life, microorganisms, mitosis, and all this other stuff. It was fun just sitting up with him late at night as he taught me stuff. Sometimes we'd start out talking about genetics, and we'd end up laughing at some anecdote that my mom and Autumn did when they were younger. Autumn used to hate it, she said it wasn't right that I knew all this embarrassing stuff about her childhood, and I hadn't even accumulated enough."
"You really like your aunt and uncle, huh?"
"Sometimes their world seems too perfect for my liking, but life wouldn't be the same without them."
The large jersey, Daisy, began to moan in protest, obviously telling Sora that her sack was empty. Patting her softly on the stomach, ending the session, the idle beast trudged back to her earlier place and the next creature, Bessie, made her way towards the girl.
"Wanna' try?" she asked lifting herself from the stout seat.
He shook his head, "I wouldn't know what to do."
"What's to do, just pull softly at her utters, and the milk will give."
"Why don't you do it?"
"Hey, you're going to be up here for a week, don't think you're going to mouse yourself out of work. In fact, I'm sure you'll be just as worn as the regular workers by the end of the day, and so will your delicate little sister." She grinned.
"So I advise, take it now, 'cuz you're going to be begging for the light work in a days time."
"Ok." He groaned plopping himself down on the fragile seat. Leaning over slowly, he reached out his hands and gently grabbed the utters. Settling in comfortably, he gently began to pull, smiling at the way the tin pinged as rhythmically as when Sora did it.
As he continued, he began to feel the soft tapping of something on his shoulder. Not bothering to look up, he wondered aloud, "Yes?"
"Huh?" she asked pensively as she watched his powerful back hunched over.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing, I didn't say anything."
"Then why are you tapping my shoulder? You're still doing it."
"No I'm not, I'm . . . it's Bessie's tail, she does that sometimes. She even kicks up hay, so watch out."
Looking up with a raised eyebrow that made her breath catch, he smirked, "So you gave me the temperamental one, huh?"
"Well you're such a big strong man," she replied coyly, "you could handle her a lot better than little 'ol me."
"Whatever," he laughed just as Bessie sent a spray of hay at his face.
Pausing a moment to brush it out of his face, he could feel her eyes on him and the smile on her face. Without looking up, he smiled, "Hey, don't laugh, you're the one that got me in this mess."
"You look funny. A definite city boy with straw sticking out of his stylish hair and his eyelashes."
Leaning over again, he began to tug at the beast again. "You like it don't you?"
Taken aback by his bluntness, she was speechless for a moment. Then, forcing herself to play it off as flippant, she rolled her eyes as if discarding it, and retorted with a bland comeback. "You wish."
He felt like laughing at that moment. He heard the lame comeback and wondered what had made her hesitate so.
Suddenly a bouquet of hay tumbled over her standing frame. As the realization hit her and she awoken from her silent reverie, she made a cry of protest.
"Hey!"
"She's a feisty one isn't she?" he chuckled.
"She didn't do that, you did!" she protested.
"No I didn't, I was working."
"Liar, she would never do that to me."
"That's what you think," he replied.
He continued idly, until another shower of hay hit him. Looking up at Sora, she had the most deceptively innocent look on her face. She shrugged rudimentarily, then with a coy smile she said,
"It was the cow."
Picking up a handful beside him, he tossed it back at her.
"Damn that cow, she's just so boisterous," he offered with a smirk.
Before they knew what was happening, they were both wrestling on ground, their arms and bodies tangled together as they stuffed hay in each other's face and down their shirts. Their laughs echoed through the vast chamber of empty space, making them sound like an army of laughter.
They rolled around for quite some time before he finally got her pinned underneath him, with both her hands held above her head. Their eyes locked as the realization that his body covered hers in an erotic position hit them. For many moments they lay completely still, basking in the comfort of their gazes, and reveling in the beauty of this moment.
The thick air between them began to pressurize as he leaned forward, ready to brush his lips against hers.
Her head jerked and she looked away. His lips landed on her cheek, and his eyes filled with worry. Struggling against him, she made a couple of noises of protest, and he moved aside to let her stand up.
Looking up at her straight figure, he noticed the worry etched in her features, making her look older than she actually was.
She was a sight!
Her long red wisps, which had been trapped in a barrette, dropped to her shoulders, tangled with many pieces of hay. All over her arms and legs were scratches from the stiff grass. Her clothes were covered in it, so were her eyelashes and her sticky, sweat drenched skin. She looked as if she'd taken a shower in the fodder.
Looking down at him with something sad drenching her eyes, he imagined that he looked the exact same way. As if there was a hay explosion, and they'd both been caught in the thick of it.
"You can go in and clean off, I'll finish this." She whispered looking away from him.
"Are you sure you don't want me to finish?"
"Not really, plus I'm guessing Grif is already looking for you, I'm sure he wants to start your research."
"Ok," he drawled lifting himself up beside her. When she didn't look at him, he sighed heavily, and turned to leave.
Before he began to trudge away he added,
"Thanks for teaching me, it was fun."
And then he was gone.
Sighing, Sora finished milking Bessie and carried the heavy pail to the house silently.
TBC. . .
A/N: R/R PWEEEEEZZZZZ!