livingspooks:

Sweet Apples

A few beads of sweat drip down your shoulders, but you didn’t mind. Especially when the rare breeze came by to cool you down. Working on the family orchard during this time of year was the very definition of peace. With the brilliant blue skies above and not a cloud in sight. Or the apples which taste as sweet as they smell. You toss a core onto the ground to pick up later and wipe the juice away with a content hum. The only thing that could make this day better…was if you were tall enough to reach the bright red apple above you. 

The very tree seems to be mocking you. Despite standing on the top of the ladder and on your tip toes, you still couldn’t reach it. The branches were too thin to climb and you would have damaged the tree if you tried so that was out of the question. However, another idea pops into your mind. Bending your knees and keeping your eye on the prize, you spring into the air and you manage to fully grasp the apple as it comes off with a pop. Giving a shout of glee you realize one thing. Gravity hasn’t pulled you back down and you seem to be stuck in the air. 

A rich laugh comes from behind you and only then do you realize the hands gripping your waist, holding you in the air. Turning around, you see your boyfriend. His skin was a light maple with golden eyes. While his dark brown hair was short and messy, as if he just ran his fingers through it. The horse counterpart of him was a light chestnut and his tail is braided, the color matching his hair. “What are you doing, blossom?” Did he really have to give me an apple themed nickname? 

“I couldn’t reach the apple,” You steady yourself on the ladder once he sets you down. His hands don’t leave your waist. 

“So you thought you would jump? What would have happened if you missed landing on the ladder? You could have gotten hurt,” His tone was still playful, but there was an almost parental concern hidden underneath. 

“I would have been fine, the fall isn’t too high and I’ve jumped out of trees before,” Except you were younger back then and you were almost always on the lowest branch. “Besides, I got the apple.”

He shook his head in slight disbelief, “You could have just asked for help.”

Rolling your eyes, you toss the apple into the large pail below. “What are you going to do, Brisu?” A gooey smile decorates your face. “Hold me up the entire time?” You remember him trying to help you pick apples from the high branches before. You even stood on his back and almost fell off a couple of times. You catch a glint in his eyes before your hoisted into the air and set on his shoulders. His head between your legs while he holds your shins to steady you.

“I guess so,” He looked up at you and mimics your smile. Laughing the entire time, you pick the rest of the apples off of the trees. Plus, with the extra height boost you were able to finish much sooner than anticipated and got some extra free time to play around with the young centaur foals before the lunch bell rung.