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_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...