Morning Glory
Yeah, not on Knots, I'm afraid. Some random tiny S5 fic. I don't really know what's come over me.
Morning Glory
Alo hadn’t really thought much about what Mini was like at the start of the day. If pushed to consider, he’d probably assume that she wakes up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy. Something like that.
It’s seven in the morning. Tractor o clock. Not ideal, but the farm needed farming. Alo’s got plans, hasn't he? Agricultural course at college, and a bit of vim and vigour would help convince Mumgabe that he was serious, and then he could sign up without her chewing his ear off.
His morning wank suffers, of course, with his new routine, but the tractor cab is pretty private, and it isn’t like the machine has to stay on course all the time.
But he’s not like, super prepped, in any case, for Mini to be in his front yard. Especially not doing lunges, in some jogging lycra.
‘Oh! Oh. All right there, bend and stretch?’
Mini does a wave that looks like it would sound like a tinkle, Alo reckons. Not, like, a piss. A musical tinkle, with chimes and stuff, which he’d imagine is pretty hard to pull off, in a wave.
‘Morning Vera! I’ve expanded my Saturday morning run; your farm makes it a round trip of six point three kilometres. Bonus for you! And me, fresh air.’
Mini takes a deep lungful, and then eyes the cow shed distastefully. Alo interrupts. ‘Fresh cowpoop, that’s what that smell is. What’s with the Vera?’
Mini smiles brilliantly at him. ‘Vera! Aloe vera? Get it?’
Nope. Alo goes for a grin, and then scratches his head. Mini gestures some more at him.
‘Aloe vera! The beauty product, it’s...oh come on. It’s funny! I thought it up on the way over.’
Alo shrugs. ‘Rich’ll probably get it, he’s got a healthy skin routine. Anyway, Mins, I’ve got to get going, you need anything or just going to keep flexing there?’
Mini abruptly halts her torso twists, and places one hand on her hip.
‘Yes, I do. I need you to go find me some orange juice, and then we have to have a chat about Richard.’
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He’d got some squash, in the end, which he diluted into a plastic bottle before presenting it to her. Mini wrinkles her nose slightly at it, but accepts anyway, before falling into bouncy step next to him.
‘Just two minutes of your time, Vera. If it’s not a problem.’
And it isn’t a problem, as such. What is developing into a problem, is his growing hard on.
Now! Now. In fairness, it isn’t like he spends his life wanking off thinking about Mini. There’s like, a healthy interest, but nothing sinister. He’s wanked off about most of the girls he knows, barring Grace (well, hardly ever) and Franky, who, despite the surprise appearance of her breasts in a bridesmaid dress, felt like non-wanking territory. He’d announced a wank embargo, for that one.
Mini, on the other hand, is fairly open season, surely? It was a mark of appreciation, and respect, he reckoned. And now Mini is walking next to him, partially clothed and sweaty. Inevitable, really, that deprived of its morning wank, the monster is rising.
Thankfully, the tractor isn’t too far away, and he is pretty sure he manages leap in to the cab without her noticing any seismic shifts in his trouser area.
She glances over the machine once, and then snorts.
‘Nice wheels, Alo.’
Alo grins, and pats the steering wheel. ‘I’ll take you for a ride sometime,’ he risks, ‘if you like?’
Mini looks at him as if he’s just suggested she go roll around in the pig sty for fun, before flapping a hand at him.
‘Shush Alo. Listen. Richard. Grace’s boyfriend?’
Alo nods his head sagely. ‘I am aware of him, yes.’
He’s shushed again. ‘Listen, he seems reasonable enough, and Grace loves him, which is whoop de doo, clearly, but he doesn’t strike me as very romantic.’
Alo frowns at her. ‘Well, he did climb a drain pipe, and propose, but if that doesn’t count then...’
Mini interrupts. ‘What does he think of Valentine’s Day?’
Aha! Alo knows this one off by heart. ‘Sappy, commercial, capitalist, horse shit.’
Mini reels, and clutches at the tractor for support.
‘Oh. It is worse than I thought. Valentine’s is a big day for Grace. Hugh-mong. She’ll be devastated if it doesn’t involve something spectacular. And, she’ll never mention it to him, and Richard thinks that I’m ridiculous, so you must persuade him. I mean, what month is it, Alo?’
Alo frowns at her, and then squints up at the blue sky, perplexed.
‘Um, August?’
‘Exactly! We are running out of time. You must speak to him. Convince him of the error of his ways. Will you? Please?’
She looks up at him very seriously, while leaning closer towards the tractor. And despite this girl clearly being bat shit insane, (planning for Valentine’s 2012 already? Seriously?) Alo realises with startling clarity that from this angle he can see a good way down her top.
‘Uh, sure. No probs. I’m all over it.’
Mini bounces backwards, and claps her hands together twice.
‘Oh, excellent! You’re a complete life saver, Alo. I’ll expect a rough draft of your plans by next Friday, okay? Toodles!’
She’s jogging off before Alo can call after her, her hair all golden and shiny, and her arse looking spectacular.
Oh, what the fuck. Today’s tractor wank is going to be epic.