"I never say no to a picnic."
Phoebe was delighted that Monty had said yes to her proposal of a picnic. And now here they were, settled on a hill in the countryside, nestled closer together on a blanket.
The sun was shining down brightly, and Phoebe held her parasol above her head, as if to not ruin her pale complexion.
Monty fed her grapes from his hand. She giggled for she felt like a princess in one of her stories that she loved so much.
"Are you enjoying this picnic, my Countess?" Monty asked.
She nodded happily.
"Yes, it is ever so romantic," she giggled.
Monty smiled. He leaned in and kissed her right then and there on the hill.
"I'm so glad I could make you this happy," he murmured against her lips.
"You make me so happy all the time," she replied.
He took her hand and kissed it gently.
"Will you take some refreshment?" he asked her, pulling out a bottle of wine. She accepted it, and took a sip.
"Lovely."
"It should be, I've been saving it for a special occasion."
Phoebe suddenly kissed him hard, nearly spilling her wine. She was just so happy.
Monty took the glass out of her grasp and placed it on the ground. He then wrapped his arms around her tightly as the kiss intensified. Phoebe leaned back against the blanket as he kissed her.
She dropped her parasol.
Monty kissed at her neck, and she moaned softly.
A sudden crackling noise from the woods near them startled them both. A rabbit appeared out of the woods, and both Monty and Phoebe laughed at how the little creature had frightened them.
They spent the rest of the picnic in each other's arms, with Monty still feeding her grapes.