first_in_time | Zagreus Sits Inside Your Head (for Splendid

Barbara looked out at the view as Ian put the last of their things in the car. From the front door of the little Bed and Breakfast, she could see beautiful rolling hills for miles. The last of the morning was being chased away as the sun rose higher in the sky, thawing everything out. Even the cows seemed more active on one particular hill.

"I wish we could stay for a little longer," she sighed to Ian, turning her back on it all so that it might be easier to leave. Her arms folded, one hand still held on to the key they were yet to return. "I don't suppose your car has a secret time traveling device so we can spend an extra few weeks here?"

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first_in_time

"We're going to have to put aside a day to move my things into your apartment. Just like a real husband and wife," Barbara grinned and let his hand go so that she could eat some more cake then rest her chin on a hand.

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splendid_roman

"We could do that the day after tomorrow." With his hand now free Ian picked up his fork and had some more cake. "Telling our parents will be enough for one day." They ought to have it done by the end of the month so Barbara didn't have to pay rent there for too long when she wasn't living there. But more than that, he wanted them to be properly living in the same place.

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first_in_time

"It shouldn't take too long. Probably not quite a whole day." Barbara didn't have too many things. "But I'm rather excited about. We'll never have to leave after breakfast or say goodnight again."

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splendid_roman

"We still will," he said, being contrary, as he knew what she meant and was also looking forward to it. "We'll have to leave after breakfast for work and we'll be saying goodnight in bed." He grinned at her.

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first_in_time

Barbara rolled her eyes but was still smiling. "Hurry up so we can go back to the car. I want to kiss you properly, and I can't do that with all of these people watching."

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splendid_roman

"Oh, you do, do you?" he teased. "Maybe I'm enjoying my tea." He picked up the nearly empty cup and leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs out.

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first_in_time

"I'm going to the car," she told him and stood up to walk out, hips swinging.

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splendid_roman

He was tempted to make her wait for his own amusement, but he watched her walk away and was just as impatient to kiss her. So he quickly finished his tea and followed her. He put an arm round her waist when he caught her up. "It's your turn to drive."

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first_in_time

She held out her hand for the keys. "Good. My amazing driving should get us back just after nightfall."

Barbara unlocked the car so that she and Ian could get in. Ian didn't have time to do much after he got in, for she pulled him toward her and wrapped arms around him.

"Can I kiss you before we go anywhere?"

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splendid_roman

He had only just got in and shut the door. But he put his arms around her and grinned as he said, "Let me think about that..."

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first_in_time

Barbara waited patiently, her lips inches from his. One of her hands pinched at his shirt a little. The longer it took for them to drive home, she suddenly realised, the longer it would be until they had complete privacy. So she began to very slowly pull away.

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splendid_roman

If she was likely to end up not kissing him, then that decided things and he stopped teasing her and instead closed the gap between them to kiss her. Although they were in the car in a car park, he moved one hand to tangle his fingers in her hair.

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first_in_time

The chances of the few people in the car park being either people they knew, or people they would see again were so very slim that Barbara didn't worry about them. Not that she was thinking about anything like that when Ian was kissing her.

Pleased, Barbara groaned happily as they kissed. After a week of solitude in their little B and B, it was difficult to start acting like they'd joined the rest of the world again. Which was why, with heavy reluctance, Barbara stopped before she reached for the belt of Ian's trousers.

"I should be alright to drive now."

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splendid_roman

Ian was tempted to deepen the kiss, but they weren't home yet and it would have to wait. He sighed as they parted, but smiled at Barbara's words. "If that's what your driving needs I'm sure I can oblige more often." He shifted in his seat so he was sitting in it properly, but was looking at Barbara, rather than what was ahead of them.

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first_in_time

Barbara turned the car on and reversed out of their spot. She noticed Ian watching her and smiled at him.

"Have I got something on my face?" she asked once they were out and turning toward the car park exit.

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splendid_roman

He shook his head, smiling back at her. "I just like looking at you." But he didn't want to distract her from driving, so he turned in his seat to sit properly, facing forwards.

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first_in_time

Barvara smiled to herself and switched on the radio. Thy chatted and sang the entire way home. It was a pleasant way to pass the afternoon into evening, so by the time Barbara pulled into Ian's street, the sun has just about disappeared.

She switched the car off and went to the boot of the car where their luggage was. Barbara pulled out her own suitcase because it was easier to life than Ian's, and headed for his apartment.

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splendid_roman

As much as it was nice to be home, it was a reminder that it was the end of their honeymoon. Even if they still had a little more time together yet. While they got their suitcases out of the boot he took the opportunity to brush a hand against Barbara's back and kiss her cheek.

As he followed her to his flat he remembered that he was going to need to get another key cut for Barbara. There wasn't a rush to get it done because they weren't going to be going anywhere separately for a while.

Once he was at the front door he put his suitcase down to open the door, then turned to Barbara. "Tradition says I have to carry you over the threshold." It was a tradition he liked and not one he was going to forego. So he picked her up.

Women were supposed to be as light as a feather, but Barbara wasn't much shorter than him and correspondingly weighed more than a feather. Not that he was going to complain, but he was glad he didn't have to go far to deposit her on the sofa with a kiss.

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first_in_time

Barbara pulled him to her so that he fell upon her and just as she felt like her was ready to push forward, she pushed him away a little.

"Go and shower. I can put our things away."

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splendid_roman

He made a noise of protest, but it was half-hearted as the front door was still open. "I'll get the suitcases in." Having carried Barbara inside, he wasn't going to let her go out again.

He carried one in each hand and pulled the front door shut with his foot, so it slammed a little harder than he intended. "Two suitcases delivered to Mrs Chesterton," he said with a grin as he put them down in the bedroom.

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first_in_time

"Thank you very much," Barbara said to him, "but you're treading dust all though my new house."

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splendid_roman

He pouted. "I'm just as dusty as you are." That didn't stop him from kissing her before going off to the bathroom to shower.

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first_in_time

Barbara smiled at him then set to unpacking their things. She put their used clothes in the laundry and had a sudden idea. Back in the bedroom, Barbara slipped out of her dusty clothes and padded quietly down the short hallway to the bathroom. She swiftly let herself into the bathroom and then the shower where she grabbed the soap as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

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splendid_roman

Ian raised an eyebrow at her appearance in the shower. "There's not enough space for us both in here." Which totally justified him putting an arm round her, which meant that half of her ended up under the spray too.

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first_in_time

"We're both in dire need of a shower that I thought that by doing it this way, we won't tread as much dust and diet into the carpet," she told him in the most innocent tone she could muster while lathering the soap in her hands.