A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews, favorites, follows here and likes and reblogs on tumblr. I was flabbergasted by the response.

Here's the picnic discussed in the last chapter. It's at least several weeks later from the last chapter. This one has a little more plot as it is part of a bigger story of their visit to the estate I'm working on but no guarantees on when I'll be able to post that fic. Since this is meant more as a collection of Kennash sexy adventures, I thought I'd cut to the chase as it were. :P

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Not mine. All Reign characters belong to Laurie McCarthy and Stephanie Sengupta and The CW. I'm just playing with them.

Picnic at the Estate

After inspecting the house thoroughly, Bash suggested they take a break for lunch before inspecting the gardens and meeting the new gardener. Walking out the back door that opened to a terrace in need of repairs, he led Kenna out to a clearing on a small hill nearby that had a good view of their property, but was sufficiently far away to afford some privacy while they ate.

Carrying a spare saddle blanket and the saddlebags with their provisions, Bash cleared enough bush ahead of Kenna to enable her to walk there easily. The sun had warmed the air significantly since the early morning and it was warm enough for both to remove their cloaks and Kenna to fold hers and use it to sit on to provide extra layers between her and the ground. Settling them down, Bash saw her try to hide a wince when she sat down and he felt badly for her for the punishing five hour ride to their estate, but he decided to wait for the right moment to ask about it since Kenna had been adamant that they ride to the estate rather than take a carriage.

Taking their food out, he said, "Looks like we have a variety of cheeses, meats and bread, even a couple of apples for dessert. What would you like? Brie? Roquefort? Dried beef? Bread?"

"I'll take some brie and bread." Kenna surveyed their property. "How much of the land do we own?"

Handing his wife her food, Bash said, "From speaking with the estate manager, this hill we're sitting on is the extent of our lands on this side and we own that forest next to the farmlands to the small river near the horizon. The house may be small and neglected, but the land more than makes up for value." He then took a bite of his food.

"Will we have time to see the farms?" asked Kenna, eager to meet the tenants. Back in Scotland, her mother had often visited the tenants working their land. When she had taken Kenna with her on those visits, she had always reminded her daughter that it was the tenants that made the land valuable and that if the Lord and Lady didn't take care of them, then the estate and hence the family was surely to suffer. As a child, she couldn't have care less about the visits, but she remembered her mother's advice.

"Not today," said Bash after he swallowed. "Inspecting the outbuildings and the gardens will likely take the rest of the afternoon. Perhaps next time?"

"I'd like that," said Kenna with a smile and they ate in silence for the remainder of the meal just enjoying the view before them on one of the first warm, sunny days of spring.

After passing Kenna her apple, Bash took the opportunity to lay down on his side and propped up his head with his left hand while he ate with his right. Looking up at his wife, he saw part of the girl that she still was, who was far from her home. "Do you miss Scotland?"

"Yes and no." Kenna looked in the distance. "I miss my family and the friends I left behind, but I don't miss the weather or the food, and serving Mary is exciting, too." Kenna turned to smile at her husband of several months and reached out to touch his cheeks. "It's brought me to a new country, to new experiences and to a new husband." Leaning down, she looked into his eyes and moved in to kiss him, causing Bash to put down his apple to return the kiss.

Before long, they were both eager to deepen the kiss, but when Kenna shifted, she winced and broke the kiss.

Seeing his opportunity, Bash sat up and asked, "Are you certain you're alright?" He had asked several times earlier and Kenna adamantly refused to admit she was saddle sore.

Visibly wincing, Kenna finally admitted her pain. "My backside hurts and has been hurting since before we stopped at that town this morning."

Rising, Bash walked to the saddlebags to pull out the cream he had obtained from Nostradmus the previous night when Kenna refused to take the carriage. "I thought as much. Take off everything but your underskirt including your knickers. Then roll out your cloak, lay on your front on top of it, and lift your skirt."

"What?" Kenna looked at him incredulously. "What if someone at the house or on the grounds sees me?"

"I brought something that will help," he said with a sigh. "If you lie down, no one can see you from down there. Trust me. You don't want to leave this untreated before we ride home later this afternoon. It will hurt ten times worse tomorrow."

Kenna looked between him and the house. When she realized he was right, she dutifully removed her clothing save her skirt, refolded her cloak and laid upon it as per her husband's instructions. "What is that?" Kenna nodding to the small jar Bash produced from one of the saddlebags.

"Something I asked Nostradamus for last night after you refused to take the carriage," said Bash, opening the jar. Dipping his fingers in, he looked over his wife's behind and took a deep breath. Fortunately, it was not nearly as bad as he had expected, but it was still going to be very difficult to treat her and not want to make love to her before they left their picnic spot.

When Bash rubbed the cream on the patches of reddened skin on her behind, Kenna sucked in her breath.

"Should I stop?" asked Bash, concerned that he was hurting her too much.

"No." said Kenna adamantly, looking behind her.

"It's supposed to be a balm," said Bash, worried. He looked up at her and added, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Continue, please," said Kenna, pleading with her tone and eyes. "The areas you've treated are feeling much better already. It's the initial touch that stings and I wasn't expecting it."

Bash nodded and continued his ministrations. While he smeared the cream upon Kenna's rump and legs, he recalled the round of lovemaking that morning before they left. At the time, he had touched this flesh for an entirely different reason. He had meant to just kiss her good morning, but she had other ideas after their lips met and they were nearly caught by the servants bringing them breakfast.

"It's a good thing you're my husband," said Kenna chuckling, bringing Bash out of his reverie. "Otherwise, I'd have thought that this was just an excuse to take advantage."

"I might still," said Bash, grinning at her with a wink. When he was done, he moved her skirt down slightly to provide some cover should someone come across them and put away the small jar. "Now we wait for the cream to be absorbed before you put on your knickers again."

Kenna reached out her hand to one side and patted the blanket. "Lay down here beside me, Bash, so I don't have to crane my neck? Please?" She batted her eyelashes at him for effect.

"If that's what you want," said Bash, grinning. He had discovered within the first week of their marriage that he could never deny her much, especially when she employed her eyelashes, so he put down the saddlebag for a pillow, took off his boots and laid on his back beside her so he could gaze at her beautiful face.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue yet again," said Kenna with a smile. "As the Master of Horse and Hunt, I should have listened to you about the carriage. I'm sorry. I know now that you were only looking out for my best interests." She ducked her head to hide some of her embarrassment.

Bash reached over and lifted her chin with his index finger. "I'm your husband. I will always look out for your best interests."

Looking deep into his eyes, Kenna could see the truth in them. "And I love you for it."

As if their two lips were magnets drawn to one another, they both rolled slightly, leaned in and shared a kiss. Bringing his hands to the back of her head to hold her in place, he deepened the kiss, which she met with equal passion. Before long, Bash wanted to roll her over but suddenly remembered why she was lying down like that and broke the kiss and sat up.

Kenna creased her forehead, a little hurt by the sudden stop in affection. "Why did you stop?"

Bash glanced at her hurt expression quickly before glancing away. "You're hurt and you need to wait for the medicines to take affect. I shouldn't be thinking of what I want."

Putting her hand on his cheek, Kenna said, "I want you as much as you want me. If we truly can't be seen from the house and grounds lying down, there are things we can do to keep ourselves occupied while the medicines are absorbed." Kenna waggled an eyebrow in good humour. "Lie down and kiss me," she commanded with a smile.

"As my wife desires," said Bash with a grin, lying down again. "Tell me if I hurt you or interfere with the medicines."

Kenna nodded. "I will."

Before long, they had resumed their pleasurable activities and Kenna started to work on removing his trousers, button by button while she looked into his eyes. She had determined that they were much too tight when she leaned over him and felt a bulge through the fabric. Just as she was about to unbutton the last one, Bash's hardness sprang forth peeking forth through his undershorts. When Kenna caressed it with her hand, he sucked in his breath at the feel of her touch and quickly helped her to remove the rest of it until his bottom half was bare.

Next, Kenna worked to unbutton his shirt with his help so that she could feel his skin. She had a great desire to feel his skin against hers and she ran her hand down his chest as soon as he was able. Once his shirt was off, Bash pulled Kenna in for a kiss. He had a great need to taste her soft lips. He deepened the kiss and their tongues dance together inciting a great want between them.

Wanting to pleasure Bash while she was unable to sit or lie on her back, Kenna reached down while they continued to kiss to take hold of his hardness and stroke it causing him to break the kiss to let out a sigh of pleasure. "Oh!" Her delicate touch was sending waves of pleasure coursing through him and he caressed her arms weakly while his head lolled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in obvious pleasure. "That feels so very good."

Seeing that her husband enjoyed her ministrations, Kenna moved to take his member into her mouth and cup his family jewels in her hands and suddenly Bash's breathing increased rapidly. "Oh, Kenna!" It had been several lovers ago the last time someone took care of him in this manner and he had to will himself from getting too close to the edge while he enjoyed the sensations. He had a sudden desire to move, but with Kenna's limited range of motion, he arched his back instead. "That's so good! Please don't stop!" Bash moaned.

Using Bash's noises as a guide, Kenna sped up or slowed down her ministrations to draw it out. Finally, Bash could take it no longer. "Please, I need to be in you," he pleaded desperately. By this point, Kenna no longer cared about the saddle soreness. Her juices had been flowing since Bash's first moan, so she took one last lick, quickly removed her skirt and moved to impale herself on his hardness after grinding her warm, wet centre up and down the underlength of him to show him how wet she was for him. He was aching for her.

Hovering herself at first over his tip, Kenna finally lowered herself on him. Bash groaned and immediately reached down to rub her nub, which was already on fire. Quickly untying her corset to discard it, she started moving up and down while Bash rubbed furiously. His other hand then cupped one of her now bare breasts while teasing its nipple taut. Kenna was in ecstasy. Bash suddenly sat up and took her other breast in his mouth and suckled it while she continue to move up and down though with a quickened pace.

Before long, she was getting close but she needed his help, so she leaned down and kissed the top of his ear before whispering, "Rub me, please, in circles. I'm getting so close." Bash then reached down between them to try to get to her nub to no avail, so he laid down again before reaching her nub to rub it with him thumb in circles like she asked. First time he did this several weeks ago, he had her keening within a minute. Sensing that she was getting tired but oh so close, Bash started to thrust to meet her halfway all the while still rubbing furiously. Suddenly she tightened and reached her high screaming his name. Moving quickly to grab her waist, he thrusted a couple more times into her and let go, spilling into her. "Oh God, Kenna!" Her rhythmic pulsing was milking him empty.

Soon Kenna collapsed on Bash and he held her while they both rode out their respective highs, their hearts pounding in tandem next to one another. When the sensations started to fade, Kenna moved and looked up at her husband. "Think the house heard us?"

Bash chuckled. "I think the whole valley heard you when you screamed my name." He then moved to capture her lips with his because he didn't care if the whole world knew. When he finally broke the kiss several minutes later, he asked, "How are you feeling? Are the medicines working?"

Kenna smirked. "Parts are sore here and there but overall very satisfied. As for the saddle soreness, it's much better."

Bash grinned and caressed her face with his free hand. "Still, I should check if more is needed before we dress again."

Kenna looked up and down the face of her husband and smiled. It was so lovely to have someone to look out for her. "Think that's wise? We may never leave this spot."

Bash looked lovingly at her. "I want you to be able to walk and sit tomorrow."

"And here I thought we could spend tomorrow in bed," quipped Kenna.

"Don't forget, there's a mass of thanksgiving we need to attend tomorrow," said Bash. "As the Master of Horse and Hunt, I must attend and so must you both as Mary's lady-in-waiting and as my wife."

"If we must," sighed Kenna, resigned. "Then we should get dressed and inspect the gardens before we return to the castle."

Bash gave her one last quick kiss before Kenna moved off of him. He moved to quickly inspect the sore spots, applied some more cream here and there before they dressed between kisses and returned to the real world. That picnic spot was now their special place on the estate.

A/N2: Thank you for reading. I hope this was a decent follow up to the last chapter. Due to the overwhelming response, I'm thinking of continuing this series. Prompts welcome!