Leslie’s eyes lit up at the sight of the strawberries. She fully believed that any food was even better if you added chocolate to it. That was probably why she hated salads and calzones so much. Chocolate wouldn’t really go with either one. That and calzones were pointless, no matter how Ben tried to convince her otherwise.
She picked a strawberry from the bowl and bit into it, tasting the sweetness mixed with the chocolate. To Leslie, strawberries always made her think of summer. With the weather as beautiful as it was today and the fact that they were sitting in the park together, it felt like summer was already here.
“This is perfect,” she said happily, smiling at him. “Thank you. I know we haven’t really had a lot of time together, but once this raccoon situation is dealt with, I’ll be back to my old schedule.” Which was, Leslie admitted to herself, still pretty hectic, but at least she was home from work right at 5:30 instead of almost midnight.
He grinned, traced a finger over the skin of her ankle. “Any time. I’m sure those raccoons were stressful. I’m just glad I could help alleviate some of the tension.”
He watched her bite into the fruit and was slightly mesmerized by the juice that lingered on her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out to catch the drops, and he decided then that kissing her would be a fantastic idea.
He trailed a finger over the fabric of her dress, hands skirting over her ribcage gently as he opened his mouth against hers, tasting the strawberries on her lips.
Sighing happily into the kiss, Leslie’s hands wove into his hair, fingers tangling gently into it as she kissed him ardently. His hands were warm on her skin through her sundress, and even though the sun was beating down on them, she felt a shiver slide up her spine at his close proximity to her.
She was still in his lap, and used it to her advantage as she pushed him down onto his back onto the plaid picnic blanket, giggling softly as they broke apart for a moment and she hovered above him, her smile wide, taking in his cute face and his great hair, which was now sticking up in all directions thanks to her. She loved every part of him, and she hoped he knew that.
She was suddenly on top of him and he wasn’t quite sure how that had happened, but he didn’t really care because she was warm and soft and she smelled like waffles and chocolate and fruit. Her hair fell into his face as she peered at him, eyes wide and bright. He could see little drops of perspiration collecting between her breasts and was momentarily stymied by the grouping of freckles above her collarbone.
He twined his fingers in the floaty fabric of her dress before reaching his head up to meet hers. He pressed his lips gently against hers, but opened up rather quickly, groaning into her mouth. Her weight pressed on him, and she had to be aware of his state by that point.
She made a little noise in her throat and he bucked his hips against hers—and then a dog barked, and he remembered where they were. “Les,” he murmured, “we’re… in public.”
“Hmm?” she murmured distractedly, too busy enjoying the feel of his hands on her back and the sun on her shoulders to really hear what he was saying. The dog barked again, slightly closer to them, and suddenly she realized where they were and blushed, pulling her head away from his reluctantly.
“Sorry! Got carried away there!” she said, flustered. “But you surprised me with a picnic, Ben. A picnic! And you brought me waffles and strawberries and whipped cream and all my favourite things, and maybe the champagne had something to do with it, although I only had half a glass, but I’m feeling a lot of feelings right now.”
She didn’t kiss him again, but she reached down and made some attempt to fix his hair, still giggling a little before giving up.
“But I’m pretty sure there’s a law against indecent exposure, so we should probably stop. You’re absolutely right,” Leslie said innocently. “Or… we could take this picnic back to my place, where there are no such laws.”