fandomtownies | The Gig: Thursday [7-22-10]

He snorted. The cough right after did nothing but emphasize the snort.

"I'm sure you will, be very happy," he said, a touch pompous.

"I'll do my best to make sure you are happy as well," Helen said earnestly.

"Aye, that's the spirit!" he said, almost crowing. "Now, where is a good place for a ride? I should like a bit of a rest and a bite or two later, before riding again, of course."

Of course he was talking about horses.

"Of course," she said earnestly. "I'll bring food and drink along and plan a route that stops by a nice glade, if that will suit you."

"Of course," he echoed. "A nice spot for a bit, indeed."

He was having entirely too much fun with this.

"Well, then, Sir, if you'd like to mount up we can be on our way."

She couldn't stop herself from smiling.

"Oh, yes, must with the mounting first," he said, grinning despite his efforts. "Proper mounting is key to a good ride." He was losing his decorum.

Helen had to turn away and go into a stall to hide her laughter. she returned when she'd composed herself. "I'd offer to help, but you are clearly a master at mounting."

"It's clear to see my skill," he said, inspecting his nails before buffing them on his shirt, once 'Betsy' had returned. "But come now, let's off for the mounting. I'm eager to see this glade you speak of." James should play poker with that face.

She was on her horse quickly. "Follow me, Sir. I'll have you there in no time."

"Excellent," he said, just as deftly. "I follow your lead, young Betsy."

Helen took him a bit of a longer way than he might have expected, simply to tease him, but still before too long they were pulling up at the glade. "Will this suit, Sir?" she asked innocently.

He looked around; quiet, remote, actually fairly pretty. It looked rather familiar.

"Yes," he said with a sigh. "I suppose this will have to do."

"We could go back..."

"No," he said, petulantly; such an act. "I am looking forward to see what you have to present," he said, swinging off the horse.

He meant food, of course. Really.

That got another raised eyebrow and chuckle behind his back, but she dismounted and began to set out the blanket and food.

She was careful to bend all the way over, showing off far more than she needed to.

James appreciated that, and made sure to ogle dutifully. He wondered if the view from the other side would be as appetizing, but he would not put voice to that as yet.

When she'd set everything out, she lowered herself to the blanket and stretched out as if innocently resting - and yet somehow in a most provocative pose. "Please... help yourself."

He enjoyed the spread for a moment longer before joining her on the blanket, still obviously ogling her neckline, wondering if it had been that low when they started this journey.

"Of course," he said, reaching for one of the two ... bread rolls that were on the blanket.

She wriggled a little, accidentally lowering that neckline even more, as she turned slightly onto her side to face him. "Is this what you wished for?"

What a fortuitous accident. "Indeed. I may fire my normal groomsman and hire you on as my stable hand!" he stated, this time ogling for real and not just as a character trait.

"Oh? And do you pay well?" she asked innocently. "Are there good... benefits?"

"Oh, the best, huge benefits," he said, looking her over again as he (subtly, of course, as any nobleman) shifted position a bit to relieve some pressure. His eyes trailed below her waist and wandered there for a moment.

"Huge, mmm?" She took a deep breath, pushing her chest out ever so unsubtlely as she did so.

Oh, look, his eyes moved back up. He was almost certain that the poor shirt would not survive, yet she was still (somewhat) modestly covered.

"Oh, indeed. Biggest you ever saw," he said, nibbling on his bread to stall and see what else Betsy would do.

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