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Who: Anyone and everyone
What: Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night celebration
When: The evening of November 5th, of course
Where: Out in a conveniently clear patch of land outside the village where nothing will set on fire.
Summary: November 5th is Bonfire Night for all of those of British origin and for anyone else, well, fireworks and a bonfire and good food can't exactly hurt right?
Rating: PG

It had taken a fair amount of work to get this set up, but by the time people arrive, there's a large bonfire roaring in a cleared out area and a table of food and drink set out for anyone feeling a bit peckish. He has gone all out; pork pies and mushy peas,
parkin, bonfire toffee, all of these are set out along with whatever else he thought people might enjoy. There are also drinks of all kinds, from juice to mulled wine and beer.

Of course, the main event is the fireworks, which are let off once everyone has arrived and settled down to watch them.

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"Your first. You're serious?" he asks, still looking baffled, then shaking his head in dismal dismissal of her world. "Their loss," he added a moment later and leaned in to kiss her, cupping a hand at the nape of her neck as he drew her in again.

"We can give it a try? If that's what you're wanting?"

When he puts it like that, she feels a little ridiculous. Here she is, all of twenty years old, and she's never had a boyfriend before. Because there's a far cry from having the potential and actually being in a relationship.

But the kiss is a nice distraction and she eagerly kisses him back, tugging a little on his lower lip before pulling away.

"Is that what you want?"

"I'm not sure I'm all that great at the responsible relationship business," he answers, giving her a crooked grin, his expression wry. "In fact, I might be terrible at it. Supposedly, I flirt like I breathe, or so I've been told on several occasions. But Katie, I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't want this. Whatever it is."

Despite how fast it had happened, the attraction had been there and growing since the moment he'd met her.

His words make her smile and giggle like a stupid, foolish schoolgirl. It's been a long time in coming since a guy's said anything like this to her. Since Eli, really, and she butchered that one up pretty quickly. It's probably only a matter of time before she messes this one up, too, but...

"Just don't go sleeping with other people and you've got yourself a girlfriend, Zombie Boy."

"Aye aye, ma'am," he salutes her playfully, attempting a serious expression and pretty much failing horribly at it.

"I'm serious," Kate answers, leaning up to steal a quick kiss. He's adorable sometimes. Insanely hot other times. He doesn't care about her family's fortune and he's definitely not dull-witted. And he's hers now, isn't he? When did she get so lucky. "You don't want to be on the pointy end of one of my arrows."

...a pause.

"Unless you're into the kinky stuff. Are you into the kinky stuff?"

His smirk turns downright devious at that and he leans close, closer... and snags a marshmallow from the bag beside her and pops it in his mouth.

"I guess you're going to have to figure that out, aren't you?"

Her eyes darken as he leans in closer. Is he going to kiss her again? God, she hopes that he kisses her again. Her heart starts to beat fast in anticipation and then...

Marshmallows? Over her?

Kate slaps his arm. Ass.

"Let me guess. S'mores fetish?"

Simon just laughs and doesn't even bother to dodge her smack, knowing he'd earned that one. "Nope. Just a fondness. Marshmallow?" he offers with a smirk, holding one up for her.

"Yes," she answers, reaching for his wrist and bringing his hand up to her mouth. Kate glances up at him from behind hooded eyes, almost shyly biting the marshmallow from his fingers. She keeps them there a second longer to lick the sugar off, remembering how he had reacted when she had played with his fingers on the boat.

Marshmallows and Simon. Not a bad combination.

His gaze narrowed on her for that little ploy. "You're trying to make me forget we're in public again, aren't you?"

Her eyes glisten with mischief. Y'know, she could get used to having a boyfriend if this is what it means.

"Would you really mind if I did?"

"Not really, but then I'd never hear the end of it," he laughs, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs before the fire. "Besides, I don't care what anyone tells you, sex outdoors on the ground is not romantic and beautiful. It's cold. And dirty. And there's rocks."

Those are all very, very valid points. It is cold out. And she's really far too comfortable cuddled up against him in front of the fire.

"Looks like you'll just have to deal with me going home to you tonight instead."

"Such a hardship," he sighed in mock dismay, shaking his head. "I suppose I can deal with that. If I must."

She laughs against his chest, draping one arm over his stomach as if he were a pillow. "I know. I know how much you hate sharing your bed."

"It's because you steal all the blankets," he teased her, a smirk in his voice as he tugs on a lock of her hair. "You blanket thief, you."

"Isn't that usually the moment you wind up using me as a blanket instead?"

Okay, so it's only happened once or twice. She'd put up the mildest of protests as he'd drag her and those covers over to provide warmth before both of them falling back to sleep. But once or twice is totally enough to call it a trend.

"Well, it's either that or use you as a pillow. You make a good one of those, too," he teases her, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

She giggles a little, actually giggling and playfully slapping his arm. "So do you, y'know."

"I don't believe it," he scoffs, then motions to her. "I don't have the... cushioning you do."

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling a little bashfully. "...you do seem extremely fond of my cushioning."

"Can you blame me? It's very nice cushioning."

In the cold chill of fall, said cushioning is mostly covered by her sweater. But that doesn't stop her from looking down and nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

Simon just laughs and leans in to kiss her again. "It is," he agrees with a grin, fond amusement in his eyes. "So what do you think? About ready to head back? Or do you want to stay a little longer?"

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