Provence with Malcolm

[wheatencrown]

When the door opens, they fall into the pond which lies within a grove of cypress and olive trees that fill the air with complicated scents,

"Now that wasn't so long."

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[wheatencrown]

"You're worth spoiling, you do so much."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"I do. But other people do too."

He gets nearly nose-to-nose with Demeter and smiles.

"'Sides, it's not like goddesses have nothing to do. All that fertility to keep going."

[wheatencrown]

Her hand has somehow found its way up his thigh,

"Oh yes, fertility, quite important, it helps if you make love in a field."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Really? Are you sure about that?"

"I'm a doctor, you know. Makes me a scientist. And that sounds like a theory that might need to be verified."

[wheatencrown]

"I know some good ones."

Then her hand wanders farther up for a squeeze and she stands up for some fast French and then they're outside in bright sun again,

"This way."

She pulls him off the road into a field that seems to bow in the wind to Demeter.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Now I might need to make some measurements first. To make sure this is really scientif--. You know, that's going to be hard to do when you're taking my clothes off already."

[wheatencrown]

"What needs to be measured?"

For a field, its more comfortable than you'd expect also there's a blanket, oh wait, that's Demeter's dress.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"Well, as long as you've got a sliding scale... Hey, do goddesses get grass stains?"

[wheatencrown]

"Grass stains are proof you've been having a good time."

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

"See, I like the way you think," he replies as they descend to an altitude below grass level.

[wheatencrown]

"Also this dress won't complain, now you're talking too much."

And then there is more kissing.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, Malcolm just decided there's been too much talking too.

Problem solved!