Britwitch's Cottage

[fr33ks33k]

*A searching tongue is met with one equally interested in finding the tang of her lips, tangling together. His fingertips press firmly into her spine, the feel of their saturated clothing clinging them together all the more. Slowly his hands drift lower, cupping the swell of her ass, fingers flexing to grope the lushness beneath them.

All the while, the storm intensifies. It seems as if mother nature is playing backdrop to their meeting*

 

[Britwitch]

Fingers curl into his shoulders and my rear pushes back against his hands, a muffled sigh in between kisses. Teeth playfully nipping at his lower lip, drawing into my mouth, suckling. Our tongues dancing back and forth as one hand manages to unclench from his sodden shirt long enough to glide down his front, feeling the muscle and flesh beneath.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Slight pressure from her hands and teeth elicit a deep groan that rattles out against her lips before being smothered in another kiss. Her hand moves down his chest and his fingers react accordingly, clenching her buttocks in his strong hands, lifting her slightly higher on her tiptoes.*

 

[Britwitch]

Its been too long, too too long since I was last here...

The trees are turning golden now, the heat of summer is fading fast. Autumn is most definitely taking hold.
It's still beautiful here, nature changing all around, the woods still and peaceful. Lakes reflecting the russet tones that surround them.

I can see the garden has suffered from my absence and set to work raking the fallen leaves. It's hot work, in spite of the relatively cool air, and soon I am working without my jacket, my arms still wearing their summer tan are otherwise bare to the cooling evening air.

Physical work feels good. It's what's needed right now. I need distracting from the real world for the time being. Not for negative reasons, far from it in fact, but I need something to pass the time so I'm not 'watching the clock'...here is the perfect place for that...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The woods around these parts all seem interconnected somehow...the cottage here is definitely not the same as the others he's encountered. The familiar look of it brings a smile to his face as he wanders around to the garden, hearing the sounds of work being done. More familiar sights make his smile widen.*

Hello there. Playing catch-up? Need a hand?

 

[Light Ice]

Woops!

 

[Britwitch]

I look up, cheeks flushed from my exertions, eyes bright and my long hair not quite as under control as it once was. I smile upon seeing a familiar face looking over the fence.

Always...

I wink as I put my rake against a tree and walk over

...and how are you? Some help would be wonderful, but only if you don't mind...I can offer you some hot tea and freshly baked honey biscuits as a reward?

I flutter my eyelashes, more than a little over dramatically in the style of a distressed damsel

 

[fr33ks33k]

I know how that goes...always something coming up. I'm doing alright. Tea and biscuits you say? That would make a mighty fine reward.

*A grin that belies something else curls his lips as he steps into the garden proper.*

So, what's first to do?

 

[Britwitch]

Well...

I look around, pushing hair behind my ears before planting my hands on my hips

...I think job number one is to get these leaves over to the compost heap, over there...

I gesture from the huge heap of golden and orange leaves to the corner of the garden housing a rather rickety looking wooden frame

I have a wheelbarrow around here somewhere which should speed things up...

I jog lightly over to the cottage, returning with the wheelbarrow and a grin

Do you want to push or shovel...?

 

[fr33ks33k]

*My eyes follow her as she points out what needs done, and also as she retrieves the wheelbarrow. Spying a shovel, I take it in hand, resting it against my shoulder*

I'll shovel.

*And so I start, scooping up as much of the pile as will fit on the spaded end of the shovel, dumping it into the barrow and digging another golden stack to be deposited. It takes a bit longer than I had expected, and by the end of it a sheen of sweat has coated my forehead and forearms. Wiping my brow, I set the shovel aside*

The heap awaits...

*A lighthearted chuckle accompanies my hand gesture toward the corner of the garden*

 

[Britwitch]

I watch, being careful not to stare, as the leaves migrate from the ground into the wheelbarrow. An appreciative smile curving my lips in the process.

Well done...now it's my turn...

I squeeze his shoulder before bending to take hold of the handles of the wheelbarrow. Making sure to lift from my knees, I raise it from the ground and start to wheel it towards the corner of the garden.

I get less than halfway before having to stop.

Damn, that's heavier than I expected!

I groan before rubbing my hands and readying myself to lift it again.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*She's a strong woman, that's for sure. I'd been following her rather closely, and thankfully I stopped just before she set down the wheelbarrow. It would've been embarrassing to knock the whole thing over and have to start again. Though the proximity does afford me a waft of her perfume, tinged with the hint of autumn and of sweet sweat. As she hefts the handles of the barrow again, my hands rest around hers, helping to carry the weight. Our bodies are very close now, and I feel my heart start to beat just that much harder*

Together then, shall we?

 

[Britwitch]

I feel my skin tingle and my insides jolt as his hands cover mine and our bodies push together.

D-definitely be easier with two...

I murmur, cursing myself for stammering slightly.
We push the leaves to the compost and empty them out.
Turning I find myself looking up into his face.

...thank you...couldn't have done it without you...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The little falter in her voice gives me pause. She must have felt that jolt of electricity too. As she turns, my eyes smile more than my mouth, though it does still quirk at the corners.*

You're most certainly welcome. I'm sure you could have, but now it's done. Is there something more to be done? Or...

 

[Britwitch]

I wet my lips subconsciously, catching myself looking at his mouth.

Well...there is some pretty serious pruning to be done, roses that need cutting back, but that can wait until after...I mean, later, until after we've had that tea I promised you...

My smile grows a little coy

 

[fr33ks33k]

I see. That tea would be wonderful.

*I turn to allow her to lead the way, noting that glint of mischief hiding in her smile and her eyes. I follow without hesitation, stare drifting from her tresses to her hips and all places between and beyond. I have a sudden vision of honey being drizzled, but not on biscuits...I seem to have licked my lips without realizing it. Hunger will do that...*

 

[Britwitch]

I lead the way inside, filling a large bowl with steaming water for us to wash our sweat beaded faces and refilling the kettle for tea. I lay a couple of clean, soft towels beside the bowl and gesture for him to go ahead while I set about collecting mugs and plates, retrieving the biscuit barrel and some honey to add to either the tea or biscuits...or both...

After pouring boiling water over the tea leaves and leaving them to steep for a little while, I move to stand beside him and wait my turn with the water.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*I take the proffered towel and set about wiping away the sweat as quickly as possible, folding the towel neatly afterward. One step to the side and I offer her the other towel, a smile plastered to my face.*

Thank you. The tea smells wonderful. What kind is it?

 

[Britwitch]

I carefully splash some of the water onto my flushed face and then wipe it dry. Washing my hands in short order I carry the bowl to the sink to pour it away.


Thank you. It's one of my own blends. Although it's little more than a few of my own additions to a normal mint tea to be honest...it should be refreshing though...

I grin before waving towards the other end of the kitchen, the more relaxed area with it's couch and cushions.


Please, go and make yourself comfortable, I'll bring the drinks over...

Putting the mugs of tea, the honey and the biscuit barrel onto a tray I follow him

So, I never asked, what brought you to the woods today...?

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Heeding her words, I make my way to the couch and sit down easily on one end of it, stretching my arms across the back cushion*

Well, I was out for a walk, and ended up at your cottage. I heard someone about in the garden and decided to stop in and see how you were.

 

[Britwitch]

I sit beside him, placing the tray on the small coffee table in front of the couch. I pick up his mug and offer it to him with a thankful smile

It's fortunate for me that you did...I'm sure those leaves would have taken me a far longer time to shift had I been on my own...

I pull over the biscuit barrel and ease off the lid, shifting to face him as I offer it's contents to my visitor

...and there's honey too, if the tea isn't to your liking...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Taking my mug with a smile of my own, I respond*

I'm always glad to help. Just luck that I happened to be here to do so.

*I grab a few biscuits to munch on, foregoing the honey for now, though it is tempting. A sip of the tea reveals a nice melody of mint and other varied spices, so I take a larger drink.*

I've never owned a garden...libraries and antique shops were always more my thing. Yours looks lovely though, even if there are a few things yet to be done.

 

[Britwitch]

I take a couple of biscuits for myself before settling back on the couch, curling my feet beneath me and sipping the tea.

You've missed it at it's best thought, you'll have to come back in the spring when everything is blooming and fresh...or in the snow, plenty of room for snowmen and snowball fights...

I laugh, eyes twinkling over the rim of my mug

I love books...although I regret I don't have the chance to read as much nowadays as I once did...and antiques are all mysteries and stories and history...brilliant!

 

[fr33ks33k]

I'll have to make a few return visits then. I haven't had a good snowball fight in ages.

*Another sip of my tea and I set it down, taking the honey in hand, drizzling a bit on a biscuit. A stray runnel ends up running down my finger, and without thoughts to rudeness I lap it up easily before popping the biscuit in my mouth. Extending my hand I offer the honey, the last of the tasty morsel disappearing down my throat*

Would you like some?

 

[Britwitch]

Nothing better than a good snowball fight followed by hot chocolate and warming up next to a roaring fire...

I watch the honey fall in golden ribbons onto his biscuit and his finger. Looking away almost shyly as he cleans it away without ceremony.

Hearing his question I nod and hold out a biscuit towards him.

Would you be so kind as to do the honours...?