To JD, from K and E
"Bastard," she grumbled, affectionately, before downing the rest of her champagne and reaching for the bottle to top her glass back up.
His hand covered hers as she grasped the neck of the bottle. "Here, let me."
She nodded, loosening her grip on the bottle and watching in horror-filled slow motion as the champagne slipped from their grasp and landed on the blanket. Harry's reflexes were quicker than Ruth's and he managed to grapple with the bottle before too much damage was done. There was a noticeable champagne patch at the bottom of his chinos but other than that he was relatively dry.
"Shit," he mumbled, putting the bottle to one side and standing up to shake his trouser leg.
"Maybe you should take them off, Harry."
He feigned offence, sat back down and pulled her against him. "It's not that easy to get into my pants, Miss Evershed."
"Could have fooled me," she whispered and pushed him to the ground, following him down and kissing him soundly. Her tongue slipped into his welcoming mouth and brushed against his, teasing them both. She couldn't help but grind against him lightly and he rewarded her by gripping her hips tighter and deepening the kiss.
It took a few seconds to realise but, eventually, a loud mooing noise managed to penetrate the lust induced fog surrounding her brain, and she blinked hard in confusion, eventually registering that the noise was not coming from Harry…unless he had suddenly turned into a cow.
"We appear to have an audience," he said, levelly, and she turned her head to follow his gaze, praying the cows weren't also accompanied by a group of ramblers.
"Oh God! I can't do this in front of them!" she turned back and giggled into his neck, the sight of a herd of cows butted up against the wall to the neighbouring field, watching them, fresh in her mind. Her laughter was infectious and he was soon laughing along with her.
"Bit too voyeuristic, isn't it?" She nodded and he reached up to brush a tear of laughter from her cheek. "Perhaps, you'd like to move then, Ruth?"
She rolled off him, lying on her back to the side of him, chest heaving as she tried to gulp in oxygen between giggles. Her laughter finally subsided and he turned his head so he could look at her.
"I can see how this is going to work from now on," he mused. At her look of quiet confusion, he clarified what he was talking about. "Well, here we are, not even having made love yet but I've already ended up laid in the wet patch!"
"Cheeky sod!"
"You love it," he purred and her stomach flipped at the sound.
"I do."
"Perhaps attempting to eat something would be a safe activity. Provided you can be trusted to behave," he added.
"Me?" she asked, incredulously. "You were the one breaking obscenity laws."
"I'm only warning you, Ruth. The only thing left in the hamper is the chocolate mousse, and we don't have a spoon."
She let out a low groan and closed her eyes. "Fine," she decided, and took the dessert from his hands. She peeled back the lid and curled her index finger inside, scooping out a generous helping of the rich, handmade treat.
Extending her tongue, she brought her finger to her open mouth, tracing circles around the very tip with the lightest flicks of her tongue before slowly sucking the whole finger clean and then letting it run across her full bottom lip.
"Delicious," she approved, running the blade of her tongue across the edge of her top teeth. "You can try some if you can behave."
God she could be wicked when she wanted to, he thought. It was taking all his self control not to throw her backwards, strip her top off her and eat the dessert off her bare chest, and here she was, now spooning out another fingerful and offering it to him on the condition he should behave. "You absolute minx!" he growled.
"Ah, ah, ah. Promise. No touching other than hands to mouth, or else we're going to end up in flagrante in the middle of a field."
"A prospect that's more appealing with every passing moment," he murmured as he watched her.
"I'll just have to eat it myself then." He couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched her ease her chocolatey finger past her lips and into her mouth. He could see her tongue flicking over the tip and he felt his trousers get tighter in response to the provocative sight.
He moved quickly and startled her when he gripped her wrist lightly and pulled her hand away from her mouth. Before she could say anything he had replaced her mouth with his and it was his tongue she could feel licking the remnants of the mousse from her sticky fingers. His teeth scraped gently over the digit as he released her, his tongue flicked over the tip one last time and she moaned her appreciation.
"I think we should share it." He was already dipping his finger into the soft dessert and lifting it to her lips, "don't you?"
In lieu of an answer, she opened her mouth and determined to drive him as crazy as he was her. She held his wrist firm in her hand and ran the tip of her tongue the length of his extended finger, feeling it curl involuntarily under her touch. Lightly, she pinched the end third of his finger between her teeth and played with the tip, running her tongue around and around, alternately flicking before she'd take more of his finger into her mouth, releasing it slowly as she pressed down hard with the flat of her tongue.
In response, he took her free hand in his, smearing a smudge of chocolate across the palm, lavishing open mouthed kisses across the flesh and up to her fingertips which he sucked, lightly, each in turn.
"Mm, more chocolate," she murmured as her mouth continued to caress his hand and he replied with a mumbled understanding, and by moving his hand back to the bowl. Her eyes remained closed, appreciating the attention he was paying her whilst she waited for his fingers to return to her lips, but when they did, it was not as she expected. The mousse was smeared across her bottom lip with a delicate touch, but he removed his finger only to replace it with his mouth, her index finger sandwiched between them. She pulled it away, and it was only his lips on hers.
"That's cheating," she sighed, not sounding at all like she cared.
"It was hand to mouth contact until you pulled your hand away," he countered, arching an eyebrow to bait her.
She narrowed one eye and chewed on her lip. "Swine."
"Mule."
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Close them."
He did as he was told and, when he opened them, she had her sandals back on and was holding the bowl of mousse.
"If you can't play fair, you can't have anymore," she teased.
"Ruth…" he warned.
"You'll have to catch me.
"That's not fair, I have no shoes on."
"Fine. I'll hide. You have to the count of 100 to get your shoes on. If you find me, you get the mousse back. Time," she said, gathering his shoes, "starts," he extended his hand in anticipation of them being given to him, "now!" she flung them an impressive distance in the opposite direction to which she began running, shrieking with laughter as he cursed her and scrambled after them.
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