Title: The Sweet Escape
Disclaimer: The title belongs to Gwen Stefani, and I don't own Mrs. Peel or Mr. Steed. Please don't sue, this fic is just for fun.
A/N: I don't know why I had such a craving for "The Avengers" recently, this fic was dying to be posted. This was inspired by the TV show "Spooks,"specifically by a scene with Ruth and Harry. Anyway, enjoy!
"Paris."
"Why not somewhere in the Mediterranean? Somewhere by the ocean. I've almost forgotten about blue skies and saltwater."
"I still say Paris, Mrs. Peel. Where's your sense of romance gone? You know as well as I do that hordes of women would kill to come to Paris with me," Steed tutted playfully with a twinkle in his eye. "Yet here you are my dear, bold and audacious enough to complain."
Mrs. Peel tossed her auburn hair defiantly. She crossed her legs slowly, leaning back into the sofa. Steed noticed the dimple on her cheek as well as the flirtatious pout on her pink lips.
"Ah, but Steed! I was so ready for Athens, I have this darling little swim suit I bought yesterday. In fact, I was hoping to try it on for you this afternoon. You know, so that you could...make sure all the clasps and things work properly." At this point, Emma glanced up to find a new passion in his eyes. His expression was a blend of desire and irritation, it made her want to giggle. His dry lips were slightly parted and they looked very, very kissable.
"I certainly wouldn't mind giving an opinion on that swim suit of yours. Now where is it?"
"First you must agree to Greece instead of France."
"You're a cruel woman Mrs. Peel, a truly cruel woman. You make it very hard to say no," Steed wrapped an arm around her as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Emma nuzzled his chin with her nose, unknowingly causing his pulse to quicken.
"Then just say yes."
Her remark was met with silence. She planted a few kisses on his cheek and neck, but was disappointed at his blank reaction. She looked away, doing nothing except for snuggling deeper into his embrace. "John?"
"Yes?"
"Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Humor me, you silly man."
She tried not to smile at his discreet sigh of impatience, even when he did as he was told and shut his eyelids. "Alright, now, imagine a yacht in the middle of the sea. There is a cool breeze, and the sun is shining. Seagulls are flying overhead, and apart from them, there's nobody around but you-" She placed a hand on his chest for emphasis,"... and me. Tell me, where would we find that kind of privacy in Paris?"
Mrs. Peel waited for a few moments when Steed finally opened his eyes.
"Well?" She asked hopefully.
"I suppose Greece wouldn't be that bad after all. If I may ask, what exactly would we do together on a yacht in the middle of the sea anyway?" No more words were spoken for the rest of the day, as Mrs. Peel gave him a rather wonderful demonstration...
END