He’d seen it in some old film, and had always thought it was a kind of a joke or something, but kissing his way up Ava’s arm had succeeded beyond ffleurbert’s wildest dreams. Especially the bit on the side of her neck, which he found strangely exciting himself.

And clearly Ava had liked it. In fact he was having trouble breathing, she was so enthusiastic.

“Merlin, ffleurbert, are you trying to make me faint?”

Not really. Just… make it nice. For both of them. Which was why, when she ended up kneeling on the stone seat he finally took her face in his hands and pulled his lips wasy from her.

“Hold on, princess. There’s a better way than that.” And with that he scooper her up and pulled her onto his lap. The wall behind the bench gave him something to lean against and with his arm around her shoulder, he could pretty much hold her indefinitely. This left ffleurbert’s left hand free, and for a bit he didn’t know what to do with it, until it found its way more or less by accident onto her thigh.

From there it seemed pretty reasonable to let it work its way up to her hip, and then into the little hollow under her ribs. Much further would require permission, he figured so he let it stay there.

Somewhere around this point, Ava’s lips kind of opened, and so did ffleurbert’s and then it was as if they were trying to eat each other, and ffleurbert’s way-ward left hand made a break for it, and ended up fluttering between cupping Ava’s breast and running down to her bottom. With a desperate act of self-control, ffleurbert reached up and found the back of her head and proceeded to get his fingers entangled in her hair, to keep them out of trouble.

The trouble with having a girl on your lap, ffleurbert discovered at this point, was that it was kind of… restricting. And he was feeling painfully restricted. With a quick shift of weight, he abruptly stuck his left leg our and slipped Ava onto his right thigh, pulling her head down onto his chest. Problem solved, and he could also catch his breath.

“My goodness,” Breathed ffleurbert. “Oh, my godfathers… You. Are. Something. Else.” He gave his head a little shake as if to clear it. “I can only say I’m glad your family are at a good safe distance.” He gave her another three or four quick kisses, and ran his hand over her hair again. “So… so… so , admitting that I am unused to …well, really having a girlfriend at all… Gosh.” He took her face between his fingers and studied her face.

“Have I mentioned that I think you are absolutely lovely? An oversight, I assure you. It must have,” He kissed her, “Slipped my mind somehow. Now. Let’s see. We said we’d chat. So… tell me about your cousin and your brother and that. They don’t really mind me do they? Not that it’s going to make any difference, because you are not getting away, my little rose bud. But, you know, I’d hate to be the cause or domestic strife.”

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