"Ow," said Jenny against his mouth.
Giles pulled back. "All right?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah, just, I think there might be twigs in my hair, and the dirt isn't very fun on my back," Jenny replied. Then, a little morosely, "Am I killing the moment?"
"Not at all," Giles replied. "I'm an accommodating man." He wound an arm around Jenny's waist before rolling over so that he was lying on the ground under the tree.
"Honey, are you sure you—"
"Tweed, remember?" Giles replied, shifting a little. "I'll be f-ow!" He winced, sitting up so fast that he accidentally bumped heads with Jenny. "Sorry," he added.
"It's okay," Jenny laughed, raising a hand to his shoulder and moving to sit on his lap. "I kind of saw that coming. Here, there are some twigs in your hair." She reached up and started to work on Giles's hair, an adorable expression of concentration on her face.
"I think I lay down on a rock," Giles complained.
"I was probably lying on three rocks while we were kissing earlier. You're being a total baby." Jenny leaned forward and kissed his forehead, accidentally pulling his hair a little. Giles yelped at the hair-pulling and jerked his head back, accidentally hitting it on a nearby tree trunk he'd completely forgot existed.
"Ow," he groaned.
"Oh, god, Rupert, I didn't—" Jenny pulled away, carefully untangling her fingers from his hair before placing her hands on his shoulders. "Are you all right?" she asked anxiously. "Did that, I don't know, trigger some sort of prolonged concussion? You get knocked out way too much, did I tell you that before? Are you okay?" She rubbed his shoulders comfortingly.
"I'm fine," Giles replied, suddenly feeling better at Jenny's concern. He placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her in for another kiss, this time leaning against the tree. This was actually quite comfortable, what with the tree as a back rest and Jenny in his arms, tasting of the blueberry pancakes she'd had for breakfast. He could get used to this.
Jenny broke the kiss. Looking quite aggravated, she said, "A pinecone just hit me on the head."
"What?" said Giles, whose mind had only gone so far to figure out that the Jenny kisses had stopped and he wanted them back.
"I don't think the outdoors likes us," Jenny sulkily informed him before glowering up at the tree. "You know what, it's mutual!" she added indignantly to it. Then, to Rupert, "Are there pine needles in my hair?"
"Er, no, but there are some of those…those pine things."
"Pine things?" Jenny echoed with a confused frown.
"The…" Giles trailed off, tried to think of the name for the little brown things that made up a pinecone, realized he had no clue what they were called, and settled for, "The little brown things that make up a pinecone."
"Yeah. Pine needles."
"Jenny, they aren't called pine needles." Giles reached around Jenny to pick up a pine needle, using it to gently poke the tip of her nose. Jenny wrinkled her nose and giggled at the touch, and he smiled fondly. "These," he explained, "are pine needles."
"Oh, that makes sense!" Jenny agreed, before frowning and asking, "Then what are the pinecone things called?"
"I actually don't know," Giles answered. "Maybe I should—"
"Wait, there are some in my hair?" Jenny asked, not sounding at all surprised. Last time they were kissing outdoors, she'd gotten leaves in her hair. "Can you get them out?"
"I'll try not to pull your hair too much," Giles replied, beginning to work on untangling Jenny's hair. When imagining himself married, he had never considered how good he would become at untangling hair. That and putting out cooking fires, but he had a sense that the cooking fires were specific to Jenny. Who, incidentally, was not allowed near the kitchen anymore.
"Outdoor kissing is a no-go, then," Jenny said with a sigh. "They always make it look so romantic in the movies."
"Oh, no, I'm fine with outdoor kissing, as long as we don't try to lie down on the ground. I don't think the ground works, and it isn't very comfortable." Giles carefully untangled a little pinecone thing and tossed it away from him. "Besides which, usually you end up getting something in your hair."
"Did this happen at the beach?" Jenny asked. "I feel like this didn't happen at the beach."
"No, we just got sandy and uncomfortable, not to mention there was no privacy and the children happened upon us kissing on the ground," Giles replied. "I think we're indoor people."
"Yes," Jenny agreed seriously. "The great indoors. That's our terrain." Giles started laughing, and she grinned too as she continued. "We don't climb mountains, we climb stairs. We don't surf the waves, we surf the Web."
"You surf the Web," Giles said between laughs.
"Okay, then what's your sport of choice for the great indoors?" Jenny asked seriously. Giles's laughs devolved into giggles that he wasn't exactly proud of, but he knew for a fact that Jenny found them endearing. "No, no, Rupert, stop laughing, I'm serious!" she persistently continued, her hands grabbing at the lapels of his jacket. "Do you…sprint through books?"
"Stop," Giles wheezed, removing his hands from Jenny's hair. This was partially because he was fairly certain he had found all of the pinecone things and partially because he was worried he might accidentally pull Jenny's hair in his fit of laughter.
"Or maybe you…hunt for information?" Jenny continued.
"I'll die of laughter out here and you'll have to explain it to the authorities."
"RIP Rupert Giles," said Jenny thoughtfully. "Killed by his gorgeous and deviously cunning wife, Jenny Giles, with lots of love and kisses. I don't know, I think it's got a ring to it. Can that go on your tombstone?"
"No, my tombstone is going to say It's All Jenny's Fault," Giles replied, managing to curb his laughter for the time being. "I feel like it's more succinct."
"Fair enough," Jenny agreed, and snuggled into him, resting her cheek against his chest. "Mmm. How long until we have to meet the kids back at the picnic area?"
"I can't check my watch, darling. Would you—"
"Yeah." Jenny shifted in his lap, glancing at his wrist. "Um, we have about fifteen minutes." She smiled, closing her eyes. "Good. I'm going to nap."
"You aren't," Giles scoffed. "You can't nap anywhere besides our bed. You were talking about that yesterday."
"Okay, then help me get to sleep," Jenny replied. "Outdoor kissing is physically taxing."
Giles began rubbing circles on her back. Then he started talking about the history of weaponry.
Jenny was out like a light in two minutes flat.
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