Today had been the perfect day for a picnic, Pansy mused. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
Her girlfriend, Ginny, has the picnic basket open and is rummaging through it. "My mum made us a feast," she declares happily. "There's roast chicken, buttered rolls, onion soup, the works. You pick first, since you hate this outing so much."
Pansy rolls her eyes, hiding a smile, and picks the chicken. Ginny pulls out a sealed container and hands it to her, and Pansy marvels at how good the chicken smells, with its earthy spices and mouthwatering sauce. She digs into it happily.
She doesn't realize that Ginny is watching her until she devours half of the chicken. Ginny is gazing at her with a tender expression, holding a buttered roll in her hand.
"What are you staring at?" Pansy asks snappishly.
Ginny tears her gaze away. "Nothing," she replies, and continues rifling through the basket.
It takes them only a short time to finish everything and Pansy feels stuffed but content. They put the basket aside and spread out on the blanket. Or, Pansy spreads out and Ginny cuddles up to her, pressing her face into Pansy's chest.
And then the kissing starts.
Pansy finds herself under Ginny, Ginny's long red hair acting as a curtain and shielding them from — what? They're in a private meadow. No one around for kilometers.
Ginny's panting, not with effort, but with passion. As their eyes meet, Pansy is overcome with something more intense — and it's not lust. Happiness.
Ginny makes her happy. Happier than she's felt in a long time.
And when she tells this to Ginny at their wedding, Ginny doesn't waste time launching herself into Pansy's arms and kissing her until she can't see straight.
Yes, this is what happiness feels like.
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Capture the Flag - Basket
