He couldn't have chosen a more beautiful spot, secluded yet not, just enough to provide them with another chance to just enjoy one another without concern.
She slips down onto the blanket, curling her legs around to the side, trying to look ladylike, despite the urge to pull her skirt up and sit cross-legged and start rummaging in the basket. She can do social graces, even if she knows that Henry isn't one for stuffy conventionality, not really.
"Come join me in our world," she beckons. "Our little patch of warm splendor in the grass."
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Date: 2012-07-19 05:42 am (UTC)She slips down onto the blanket, curling her legs around to the side, trying to look ladylike, despite the urge to pull her skirt up and sit cross-legged and start rummaging in the basket. She can do social graces, even if she knows that Henry isn't one for stuffy conventionality, not really.
"Come join me in our world," she beckons. "Our little patch of warm splendor in the grass."