RP: A date on the beach

[tt_kingsley]

Date: 2 March 2002
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hestia Jones
Setting: The beach
Content: NC-17
Status: Private : Complete



It had been a slow, quiet day, slow enough that Kingsley had had time to go to the market himself, slow enough that he'd had time to cook up a nice lasagna for dinner, and slow enough that he had even packed the picnic basket himself. All much to the amusement of his assistant, Jack. It was Jack who Kingsley handed the reins over to at 5:00 p.m., going home to take a shower and change into jeans and a t-shirt.

At 6:25 p.m., Kingsley was standing on Hestia's porch holding a packed basket in one hand and knocking on her door with the other. A group of people passed on the path but he ignored them, not wanting to add to the gossip that would no doubt get around the settlement by noon the next day, especially in the wake of the potion incident.

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[tt_kingsley]

"All our Healers have taken the course, or are taking it. All our Aurors had to go through the Muggle security course for weapons as well. This is an alternative time stream, after all. We can't assume everything works the same as it does in our time," he pointed out somberly. As much as he enjoyed joking with her, he was still the leader and responsible for... everything. He didn't want to give her a false sense of normality when he couldn't guarantee that.

When she leaned over and took the bite, Kingsley bit back a groan, knowing she was not going to make this easy for him. Then again, if he'd wanted easy, he'd never have been attracted to Hestia in the first place. Gryffindors. He arched an eyebrow, smirking. "I hadn't noticed," he replied smugly, before taking a few more bites of the lasagna. "Things here are... more fluid than most of us are used to. As a Healer, you aren't restricted to the medical center. You could partner with an Herbologist or Geologist, explore the island. Or volunteer for the building teams or over at the Ark."

[tt_hestia]

It was then when Hestia started to realize exactly how much of a burden Kingsley was putting on his shoulders by being the leader for this group of people. Knowing Kingsley like she did, it was more of a load than what was necessary, but he wouldn't be Kingsley without it. And that's what she lo-...Hestia ruthlessly shoved that particular thought away before it continued. This was neither the time nor the place to think about it. She needed time by herself, without a chance of interruption to fully develop it. "That makes sense," she said slowly. "It's a new world and we're all learning as we go along in it."

She withdrew slowly, licking her own lips in a show of making sure she had gotten any sauce on her lips off. "Well then," she responded pertly, "it's a good thing I noticed it. Couldn't have you sitting here with...sauce on your hands." Oh, she was going to do her best to make it hard for him. In more ways than one. Kingsley needed a night away from being responsible and lighten up their conversation. Typical Ravenclaw, her Kingsley. "Volunteering at the Ark could be interesting. Or with the building teams. Guess I'll have to see what comes my way."

[tt_kingsley]

"That's very considerate of you," Kingsley purred smugly, thinking of the last time the two of them had had any privacy with each other. It was hard to shed the shell of leadership that had been pushed on him following the battle of Hogwarts, but he was going to make every effort - for Hestia. He wasn't going to make the same mistake of the past in believing their time together was infinite.

"After dinner, I thought we could take a swim together," he said, shifting the conversation back to the evening, reaching over to gently caress his fingers along the curve of her ankle and up the back of her calf. He loved her legs, the silken length and gentle curves. Wanting to finish eating, however, he returned to lifting his fork. "Just the two of us. We've both been through a lot and I thought this would be a good way to reconnect."

[tt_hestia]

“It’s a good thing you have me here then. Can’t have you going around with splotches of sauce on your fingers,” Hestia responded, her tone coquettish. “It wouldn’t be seemly. People might talk.” He had taken on rebuilding a world basically from scratch after the battle of Hogwarts and now he was building up an entirely new world here. Hestia wanted to do what she could do make things easier on him (even if it meant making certain other things hard.) She owed him that at the very least. Make the most of every moment because they had had it proven that it was possible that their last moment could be their last moment.

“A swim would be nice,” her breath hitched a bit as his fingers made their way up her ankle along the back of her calf. Shifting her leg so Kingsley could have full use of it, she scrunched up her mouth when he withdrew his fingers to his fork. “A moonlit swim with you. What better way to reconnect?” Hestia took a bite of her own slice of lasagna, following Kingsley's example.

[tt_kingsley]

The fire light made it easier to see that Hestia was growing impatient with his advances. For her, it had been the span of a few months since they'd last seen each other, though it had been longer still before that since they'd had private times together. If you could call a hot, rough shag in a broom closet on the second floor of Grimmauld place 'private time'. However, for Kingsley it had been much longer than that, and he had not been a saint in the interim.

"I can think of a few better ways, love, but we're going to start there," he answered, finishing his meal and setting the dish aside. Kingsley drained the rest of his wine as well but he put the glass on top of the basket for later, then rose to pull off his t-shirt. "The water here is very refreshing," he stated with a sly grin.

[tt_hestia]

Even with the fond memories that she had of that broom closet experience (one among others she had made use of while in hiding), it had still been much too long for Hestia. While not exactly saint like in behavior, she had remained true to Kingsley. Because when she was with someone, she was with someone. Not that she would ever fault for him for finding other ways of escape after her death. Kingsley was still human and need a healthy way to release any pent up emotions. All that being said, she couldn’t help but frown at his sentence.

“Will I find out what those better ways are?” she asked, withdrawing her leg as he spoke and folding it back underneath her. “Or am I going to have to wait?” Finishing up her own supper, she placed her plate on top of Kingsley’s and set the glass next to his. She did whistle at him after he took his shirt off. Standing up, she made short work of getting out of her own clothing and placed it in her bag. “So, about this refreshing water..."

[tt_kingsley]

"Patience is a virtue, I'm told," Kingsley replied, watching her eat with enthusiasm. It made the cooking worthwhile to see her enjoying the meal so much, and he wasn't concerned about the basket or dishes while they were swimming. What he was enjoying was watching Hestia strip out of her shirt and shorts, licking his lips as he watched.

Holding out his hand, Kingsley drew her close, threading his fingers in her hair as he bent to press a kiss to her lips, drawing a deep breath as the kiss deepened, pushing the thoughts of the ocean away for the smallest of moments while he savored the taste of her mouth. Drawing back slowly, he tugged Hestia toward the water with a sly grin. "Very refreshing, indeed. Just a short swim," he cajoled.

[tt_hestia]

“Only by those who told you,” she said with a grin that bordered on wicked. The lasagna had been amazing and a definitely good use of his last amount of ground meat. Even if she did feel guilty that it was being used on her. She would have to make him a meal as a thank you. If she had seen that Kingsley enjoyed watching her strip, she would have made a show out of it. As it was, it wasn’t until the shorts were around her ankles that she noticed him licking his lips. Wishing that she could make the removal of her footwear into a show, she instead made quick work of taking them off.

Without a word of protest, she let him draw her closer, her fingers intertwining with his as he kissed her. Lifting herself on her tiptoes, she opened her mouth to let him enter, letting herself indulge in something that had been denied to her for much too long. “Oh gee, just a short, refreshing swim? Whatever shall I do with myself afterwards?” she asked him as Kingsley tugged her towards the water. As much as she likened being with Kingsley as being at home, there was a need that was being fulfilled being by the water. She couldn’t name it, didn’t know where it came from. But she felt a contentment and a sense of peace.

On the other hand, the grin that he was giving her was stirring up entirely different feelings...