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quill-pen · 2 years ago

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Custard, Strawberries, and April Fools'

I did it again. I had to--this idea was too cute! And it was so Ebeness (yeah, I guess that's the ship name now--best I got). I am whipped for them--absolutely whipped! UGH!!!

I guess this is how I celebrated April Fools' then.

Surprisingly, this one didn't get as sexual, but there's definitely a touch of it there, as per us. Eb and Bess just can't ever keep their appendages off each other, they're so besotted with each other. It's so cute it hurts. Like a lot.

Setting-wise, this is probably highly inaccurate. I have no idea what spring weather in London England is like except that it seems to be much nicer than what we get here in the Midwest U.S. So could trees already be leafed and blossomed out there? IDK and IDC. It was a cute setting for a cute ficlet and I went for it. Sue me! (But, no, really don't sue me--I have nothing of value.)

Um... yeah. I'mma say it's okay for minors here. MINORS, YOU'RE A-OKAY FOR THIS ONE.

Warnings: Gentle April Fools' pranks, some innuendo and implied sexual themes, fools in love, Ebenezer burps (yes--I went there), light groping, a little self-consciousness, a semi-wet willie, some slobber, and love, love, love, love, love!

Apart from the reblogged scenario, inspired by:

This pic:

And this pic:

Also, you should go check out their art--it's amazing. And completely inspirational.

Music:

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"Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh...."

"Well, that's certainly an undignified noise for an English gentleman to make."

Ebenezer Scrooge snorted in amusement at the statement. Opening his eyes, he slightly craned his neck to look up and see the upside-down face of Bess. The woman was gazing at him fondly as he lay stretched out with his head in her lap: An impish glint was in her midnight blue eyes and a cheeky smile curled her lips. The Englishman returned her smirk.

"On the contrary, my sweet," he retorted playfully, rubbing his large hands up and down his middle. "I believe it was a perfectly acceptable compliment on your fine culinary skills. That custard of yours was worth the trip home for lunch itself; I've never felt so full or satisfied."

Bess quirked an eyebrow at that. "Oh, you've never felt so satisfied, have you?" she prodded knowingly, her smile turning the slightest bit devilish. She crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to huff, sticking her nose in the air. "Well, perhaps you'd rather take my custard to bed with you than me then."

Playing along with her, Ebenezer pretended to perk up at the suggestion. "Say, that's not a bad idea!" Rising up on an elbow, the man looked around to let his gaze fall on the almost empty bowl of custard sitting at the center of the picnic blanket. "What do you say, custard my love? Will you make me the happiest of men and bed with me? I don't mind a little mess if you don't."

"Oh, you silly--hush!" Bess giggled, playfully swatting her love's shoulder.

Laughing, Ebenezer sank back down to once again rest his head on the woman's lap. His eyes drifted shut as her fingers came to thread through his steely hair, gently scratching and massaging his scalp. He sighed deeply through his nostrils, humming softly. His lips arched with a soft smile. Peace and quiet fell over the garden, with nothing but the gentle breeze and the calls of birds to break it.

Then, without warning, Ebenezer released a generous belch, startling them both. Apparently, he hadn't intended on doing that, as his cheeks suddenly flushed a hint of pink and he pressed a hand to his mouth, his eyes widened in surprise. Where on earth-? He must certainly have been full!

Bess burst into laughter, making Ebenezer feel as warm and pleasant as the balmy spring day that surrounded them. Letting her head fall back against the trunk of the apple tree, a hand pressed to her stomach, the sunlight dappled Bess' laughing face through the leaves and blossoms, making her look even more angelic than ever. (At least Ebenezer thought so.) "Further compliment, I presume?" the woman teased, nudging him with her knee.

Her husband smiled again, though he was still blushing. "But of course."

Bess snorted and shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "You're a cheeky old rascal." She lifted a hand and tapped the tip of his nose in affection.

Ebenezer reached and snapped up her hand before she could pull it away. Pulling it down to his mouth, he lovingly kissed her fingers, gazing up into her eyes as he did so. His heart melted as he watched a pink hue spread across his wife's freckled cheeks, the mischievousness fading from her gaze and only leaving behind a wholly adoring and infatuated warmth. The man's insides tickled with delight. That he could be lucky enough to possess both this woman and her unadulterated love after all the bad he had done in his past--it was a miracle he didn't think he'd ever be able to wrap his head around. But maybe that was the point: Maybe some things in the Lord's plans just weren't meant for humans to understand. As long as he had Bess, Ebenezer decided it didn't really matter if he understood or not. He would just accept the blessing she was, and do his best to cherish her as much as he could every day of their lives.

Wrapping her small hand in his large one, the gentleman gave it a warm squeeze and rested their entwined hands against her thigh. He smiled up at her again. "Your cheeky old rascal, Love," he rumbled with a wink. That delighted tickle inside him grew as Bess' blush deepened with that declaration.

"Yes," Bess agreed quietly. "My cheeky old rascal, Love." She bowed down and pressed her lips to the ridge of her husband's impressive nose, kissing him lingeringly there and smiling as the man hummed in approval. She planted another kiss between his eyes and one more on his brow before sitting back up and leaning back against the tree trunk. Carding the fingers of her free hand through Ebenezer's soft locks again, the woman let her dark head fall back against the trunk again and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply the sweet air.

For a long moment, she stayed that way, and the garden became quiet again. Then Bess felt as though she was being watched. Opening her eyes once again, the American looked down to see slate-blue eyes gazing up at her. Her heart felt as if it would flutter out of her chest and away. Why his gaze always had such an effect on her, the woman didn't believe she'd ever know, but with as wonderful as it made her feel she didn't really care either. "You know, it's impolite to stare," she stated, puckishly smirking at the man.

"I can't help it," her husband said with a smile.

Bess felt herself blushing all over again the longer he looked at her. "Oh, Ebenezer, stop," she muttered, pulling her gaze from his and looking shyly away.

"No, Darling, I truly can't help it," the man insisted. He pointed to her face. "You have something on your cheek there."

Bess gave him a quizzical look. "I have?"

"Yes. Right there." He stretched his arm up to more clearly point out the spot.

Bess lifted a hand and swiped at her cheek.

"N-No, right there."

Bess rubbed.

"No, you're not--lean down here, and I'll get it for you."

Bess did as suggested, angling her apparently marked cheek towards the man for easy access.

Ebenezer couldn't have asked for better. Rising up on an elbow, he reached up, gripped his wife's face, and gently but firmly pulled her down so that her cheek met his lips. He blew a sloppy, raspberry kiss right beside her ear.

"Ah! Wolf!" Bess shrieked and jerked away out of his reach. Grimacing, she lifted her arm and wiped her spittle-slicked cheek on her sleeve. "You're as bad as Millie--I swear!"

Ebenezer laughed joyously. "April Fools', Sweetness!"

"Ha-ha--a riot," Bess deadpanned. She tried to glare at the man, but she loved him too dearly, and the joke had been innocent and funny enough that she couldn't quite achieve it. However, the look of disgust was authentic as she suddenly felt moisture in her ear. "Blech! You spat in my ear," the woman grumbled. She reached into her bosom and pulled out her hankie to start cleaning up.

Still chuckling, Ebenezer sat up, reaching over to his discarded waistcoat and pulling out his own handkerchief as he did so. "I'm sorry, my darling," he chortled sincerely. "Here, allow me." Shifting and leaning in closer to the raven-haired Yank, the Englishman brought his handkerchief up and tenderly began mopping up her cheek and ear.

Bess watched him intently, his face so close to hers but not as close as she would have liked it. A shiver ran through her as his fingertips--deliberately or not, she could never tell--tickled against the side of her neck. Her bottom lip hooked itself between her teeth of its own accord. Her heart hammered in her ears so that she wondered if Ebenezer could hear it too, and the thought that maybe he could, made her flush pink again. You're married to the man! a small voice in her head chastised her as it always did. You've been to bed with him--seen and touched him in unspeakable ways and let him do the same to you! Why are you still like this? The answer was simple: he was Ebenezer Scrooge--the absolute love of her life; and he made her feel newly in love and romanced every second of every day.

"There," Ebenezer murmured after a moment, lowering his handkerchief from her face. Bracing his arm over his wife, the gentleman leaned in and planted a lingering kiss of his own right beside the woman's ear. "All cleaned up," he whispered, his lips ghosting against the lobe of her ear. He smiled as she gasped and shivered at the sensation. Then he nuzzled into the loose curls of soft hair near her temple and kissed her cheek again, shifting even closer and bracing his other hand against the trunk, effectively trapping the woman against the tree. "My beautiful She-Wolf," he hummed, tracing the curve of her cheekbone with his lips.

Bess felt herself blush red hot. Making a quiet squealing noise, the woman ducked her head away from her husband's affections and buried her face in her hands. She felt like she could burst from love and die of embarrassment at the same time! "Stoooop!" she meekly whined, her voice muffled. "You're making me blush!"

Chuckling, Ebenezer backed off a bit and smiled down at her. "Excellent, as that was the intention."

Bess growled and just dared to peek through her fingers at him. "You fiendish man, why do you insist on doing this to me?"

Ebenezer shifted back in again, making his wife snap her fingers shut and squeak. "Because I like making you blush," he chuckled, lifting a hand up to trace a teasing finger over her ring finger and down her arm, sending another delightful shiver through the woman. "You look so pretty when you blush, Bess."

"I do not," Bess insisted with a shake of her head, face still firmly in her hands. "I look like a strawberry with all these freckles."

The former miser hummed thoughtfully at that. "I adore your freckles," he stated, tracing his finger back up the path it had descended down her arm. He ran it off her finger and over and around the shell of Bess' ear and down the nape of her neck, making her squirm. "And as it happens-" he brought his hand back around to gently grip her left wrist and pull it away from her face so he could meet her gaze again, "-I'm also very fond of strawberries." He leaned in so close his forehead was almost touching Bess', smiling flirtasciously. "Especially if they're as adorable as you."

Bess rolled her blue eyes but couldn't help the slight smile that pulled at her lips.

Ebenezer chuckled and slipped his index finger beneath her chin, gently tilting her head up. Bess' hand fell away from her face as a result. "There," he crooned lovingly, his slate-blue eyes brimming full of gentle and complete adoration. He unfurled his hand and took his wife's jaw in his soft grip, gazing deeply into her eyes. "Now that's the most beautiful strawberry I ever did see."

Bess felt she could burn away, and she was sure her heart was about to break free of her ribcage any second. Then her love leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, and the heat of her blush and the pounding of her heart faded away: There was just him and his touch, so full of love and devotion. Framed by long, dark lashes, Ebenezer's eyes met hers for a moment, silently asking for permission. She granted it by leaning in closer and parting her lips, her gaze becoming veiled as the man molded his soft, smooth lips to hers. A moaning sigh escaped her and she brought her hands up his chest, first clinging to his shirt to pull him closer; then, following her instincts, she pushed against Ebenezer's shoulders until he was tilting back to lay on the ground, moving slowly enough that their lips never parted.

For a moment Bess was atop the prone gentleman, straddling him, then she was being shifted--rolled over so that she found herself beneath him in the grass. One of Ebenezer's arms circled around her neck and shoulders to cradle them: The other slithered down her side to grip at her thigh bunching up her skirts. He lifted her leg up around his waist, and Bess shivered as the breeze graced her bare thigh. The American broke the kiss and smirked up at the Englishman who held her in an all-possessing gaze. She bit her lip and blushed, as per usual, but lifted a finger to trace his jaw. "You naughty old man," she snickered. "You'll expose me to anyone who happens to look out here if you're not careful."

Ebenezer's eyes widened in obvious excitement at that statement: It drove him absolutely wild when Bess went without underthings! Without wasting a second, the man quickly slipped his hand beneath the ample skirts of his wife and felt his way up her leg, growing more and more excited as she gasped and whined at the pleasant intrusion. For a long way up her thigh, he felt soft, supple, bare skin, but as he closed in on his destination he felt the unmistakable texture of drawers graze against his fingertips and knuckles. When the giggle reached his ears, he knew he'd been had. Trying to look unamused and failing miserably as his lips twitched into a smirk, he playfully glowered at the woman beneath him. It was hard to keep it up, as a smiling, impish Bess looked simply divine haloed by soft green grass and fallen apple blossoms. If this was the last vision he ever had of her, Ebenezer Scrooge would die a happy man.

Bess grinned deviously back up at her husband, her fingers playing with his cravat. "April Fools', Wolf." With a laugh, she tugged on his tie and brought him back down for another sound kiss that Ebenezer eagerly obliged her with. And, as Bess discovered, he tasted delightfully of custard.

GODDAMN, THEY ARE SO ADORABLE.

Taglist: @rom-e-o @oldmanlusting @themostanonymousscribbler @the-house-of-auditore-frye (if anybody else would like to join the list, let me know in the replies)

Imagine you and your f/o are chilling together, doing whatever you usually do until you notice they are looking at you.

"You have something on your face, let me get it"

They move closer to you and suddenly... they kiss you on your cheek .///.

"April Fools!"

pr//oshi//ppers plz DNI

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