Kate Gregson (
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Hawi, Hawaii, Sunday Early Evening
One of the good things about living in Fandom was getting to use Portalocity. So, when an obnoxious dude happened to stumble upon incriminating videos of a dark part of your life you would have rather buried and never thought about again, and you ended up punching him in his stupid face, and then found yourself anxious to get off the island because it was making you feel pukey and bad... You could hit up Portalocity for a package deal on portals to a cottage in Hawaii.
Kate had portalled out ahead to set some stuff up in advance before Bod got there. Those things included mundane stuff like getting groceries, but also special things like a hammock fit for two between two trees in the yard. It was important to have one. Right now, it was.
And there were one or two other things as well. Since the portal was not too far from the cottage, Kate had just texted Bod the address and a picture of the building, and was waiting for him on the kitchen, wearing the dress she'd not gone to a party in not too much earlier. She was resting her elbows on the railing, and beside her there were an empty jar, and a quickly made sign that said 'KISSING BOOTH'. Because she was a dork.
A dork who really, really felt like she needed to be with her boyfriend right now.
[ooc: NFB. For her partner in BDE-fleeing!]
Kate had portalled out ahead to set some stuff up in advance before Bod got there. Those things included mundane stuff like getting groceries, but also special things like a hammock fit for two between two trees in the yard. It was important to have one. Right now, it was.
And there were one or two other things as well. Since the portal was not too far from the cottage, Kate had just texted Bod the address and a picture of the building, and was waiting for him on the kitchen, wearing the dress she'd not gone to a party in not too much earlier. She was resting her elbows on the railing, and beside her there were an empty jar, and a quickly made sign that said 'KISSING BOOTH'. Because she was a dork.
A dork who really, really felt like she needed to be with her boyfriend right now.
[ooc: NFB. For her partner in BDE-fleeing!]
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"What's this?" he asked quietly, moving to put the juice down on the counter.
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She popped the box open and held it out for him. Inside there was a silver ring, slightly domed, and engraved with the words 'CRUSTUM ANGLICUS' which... she figured wasn't even halfway correct Latin, and was kind of closer in meaning to 'Anglian pastry' than what she'd originally wanted, but it was the thought that counted, right?
And she was watching his reaction nervously right now.
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"It's beautiful," he said quietly, sounding both awed and warm. "It's gorgeous, Kate."
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Then, he finally did reach for the ring and slid it onto the ring finger of his left hand. He bent the finger a few times and then held it up for her to see. "Does it look all right? It's the first ring I've ever wanted to wear."
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And she felt stupidly happy.
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"This," he said, reaching for both of her hands and rubbing a thumb over the ring she wore, "deserves a kiss. It deserves a kiss, some of that champagne and then awhile in the hammock."
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Hopefully this made for a good start to a good kiss.
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The fingers of one hand slipped into his hair, while the other idly, lightly, scratched at the back of his neck. It had to be done. He'd agreed to wear her ring!
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He didn't falter in the kiss though and he considered that an accomplishment.
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She liked it when he made noises.
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