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[abjurer]

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.

Comments

[luckynumberthree]

"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."

[tryit]

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."

[luckynumberthree]

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

[tryit]

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."

[luckynumberthree]

"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."

[tryit]

"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.

[luckynumberthree]

"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.

[tryit]

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

[luckynumberthree]

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

[tryit]

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

[luckynumberthree]

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

[tryit]

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?"

[luckynumberthree]

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?"

[tryit]

It's nice out here with the fire crackling in the background but Simon's kiss is even nicer. She kisses him back without even the slightest hint of hesitation or embarrassment. PDA? She suddenly gets why Billy and Teddy are so fond of you.

"After a kiss like that?" Kate nips at his lips and then leans her forehead against his. "Let's go back and have you worship this cushioning you like so much. I'll totally make it worth your while, Zombie Boy."

[luckynumberthree]

"Now there's something to celebrate," he teases, grin turning wicked as he steals one more kiss, then helps her up, wrapping an arm about her to keep her warm as they slip away from the bonfire for the night.