[COMPLETED]
(Book #1 of 'The Clever Series')
There couldn't be two people more different than each other, but there couldn't be two people more alike, as well.
Perceptive eyes that notice everything.
Battle of wits, with intense romance.
But what...
Here's another short one. I couldn't write more, for the sake of writing more. This chapter felt complete to me with exactly these many words. It turns slight smutty in the end (but it should be safe). :P
Also, I logged back into my superrrr old Fanfiction.net account (under the same name as this), and have been posting this fanfic there as well, just in case I might find some of you there, reading my old Harry Potter fanfictions xD (Draco x Hermione 4EVA) Just saying' *shrugs*
For now, enjoy the beginning of their intense attraction.
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Atsumu had just grabbed his cup of tea, when the sliding door in the kitchen slammed open with an excited squeal of, "Ki-chan! The strawberries look so ready to be picked! Hurry up~~~!"
Atsumu's gaze remained in the same place that was occupied by this 'squealing hot mess' a while ago, stunned by what he saw. Gleaming eyes, blushing cheeks, hair pulled up in a ponytail, a fitting red turtleneck top tucked inside skinny blue denims, that were gathered inside a pair of brown knee length wellingtons, Ren was a vision of loveliness this weekend morning and Atsumu wasn't expecting to see her, to his delight.
His morning had started with all the Volleyboys (heh) gathering at Kita-san's house.
"Ojamashimasu!"
"Ojamashimasu~~~"
"Come in guys, everyone's here already. We're just warming up with hot teas before we can do something fun before lunch time," said Kita, as he ushered the twins into his home that he shared with his grandmother.
Everyone was chatting up with each other and with Kita-san's grandmother in the fairly large Japanese style kitchen. The boys were sitting around a kotatsu, sipping on what smelt like green tea.
Now he was standing super still with one of his hands holding a ceramic filled with green tea, watching a blushing burgundy sprite grab an empty bamboo basket lying next to the door and rush out with Hachi (Kita-san's dog).
She looked so bright!
He felt a harsh slap on his back as he turned around to see Kita-san. "Finish up the tea Atsumu and grab another basket, because we're going to pick fresh strawberries."
Fresh strawberries?
"You have a strawberry farm?"
"No, the fields are just for rice. I built a little greenhouse a few years ago with the help of my uncles, and now we have a few vegetables and fruits growing there. This time we have strawberries, and most are now ready to be picked."
Ahaa.
He put down his cup near the sink, thanked grandma and trailed after his mates with a basket in hand.
The greenhouse was pretty big, with many rows of organised cultivation of varying types. He walked over to where the rest of them had gathered, behind the tall grape vines, to see flecks of bright red spots amidst dark green shrubs. But what caught his sight next, was too hot to handle.
Ren was bent over the shrubs, her tush and strong legs highlighted by those fitted jeans, clearly showing the results of strenuous training. She was smiling as she picked the ripe strawberries, and popping a spare one in her mouth every once in a while.
Before today, consuming food was an activity borne out of necessity, so everything about the act itself was monotonous. Atsumu never thought that the partaking of food would be something that would turn him into a poet.
An erotic poet, rather.
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Ren enjoyed the crisp air in the greenhouse, filled with a hint of strawberries which she was currently plucking. She enjoyed plopping a few of them in her mouth, relishing the juicy slightly sour and sweet taste of them, while making a mess because the fruit was so juicy!
Hachi wagged his tail happily, barking at her to feed him too, and she threw one in the air which he deftly caught.
"Good boy, Hachi! You're the best boy!"
Teehee.
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He watched her pout, placing the strawberry in between her lips for what seemed like an eternity before pursing them, taking a small bite into them. Her lower lip was now coated red and glazed. He swallowed his own spit as he saw her lean her head back swallowing her own tiny bite of the red fleshy fruit.
When a little juice of the fruit squirted out of the next bite she took, his pants felt a bit tighter, suffocating the blood flow in his nether regions. A little more of the red dribbled down the side of her mouth, and Atsumu found him licking is own side of the mouth, his heartbeat picking up speed, his manhood feeling like they would disintegrate if he doesn't do something about them.
His eyes glazed over, and his hand gripped the basket with a little too much strength. He found his feet propelling him towards her. Her lips shone bright like the sun, and they pulled him towards them too. He'd happily fall on them following their strange gravitational pull, had it not been for a long beanpole that brought him out of his sweet yet raunchy daydream, eclipsing the view of his sun.
