Irrational, Infectious, Intemperate

Chapter One

A/N

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The grass was springy and smelled sweet; it was bright green, and soft as down. It was like a dream. I had spread out a checkered picnic blanket, in a stereotypical white and red pattern, and there was a woven basket full of food and drink resting atop it. There was a tree next to the picnic, it's branches overhanging the serene setting.

I'm not sure of the exact type of tree, but its leaves were dark green and oval shaped, the light hitting them so that they became transparent. The trunk was a warm brown, slowly turning to caramel as the colour slowly merged into the branches. The roots could be seen popping out at the base and up from under the surface, the gnarled tendrils indicating that the tree was old; probably a few years younger than the town that surrounded it.

I turned away from the peaceful setting, laying my eyes on the person I had invited to share this picnic with me. His hair was a caramel colour, and he had spider bites to the left. He had straightened it, and it continued to fall in his face, no matter how many times he tried to force it back. He wore jeans, and the knees were ravaged, showing his bare skin, and his smiley face tattoos. He wore a jacket and a plain shirt. Vans decorated his feet, and as soon as he spotted me, he broke out into a smile.

'James!' He exclaimed, running to me and throwing his arms around me, landing a kiss on my lips.

'Ben,' I replied, staring into his rich brown eyes. They were flecked with varying shades and tones of brown, that sparkled at the sight of me. I led him to our picnic, sitting down and taking out wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. I poured us generous amounts of the bitter drink, before toasting and taking a big swallow. James followed suit, leaning over and kissing me when he was done. 

I reached back into the basket, pulling out our lunch. It wasn't very glamorous, but that was the whole point of today; simplicity. Crackers and dip decorated one plate, while sandwiches went on another. Ben grabbed a cracker and a generous amount of dip, crunching loudly. A bit of dip was left in the corner of his mouth, and I couldn't resist leaning over and wiping it off with my finger.

Ben looked into my eyes as I returned to my sitting position, before leaning over to me and smashing his mouth against mine. He tasted like tzatziki, refreshing and cool. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I denied him, teasing. I ran my tongue over his lips, and he took the opportunity. I twisted my fingers in his long hair, leaning back as he kissed me more forcefully. We broke apart, gasping. 

'That was...' I said, unwinding my fingers and tracing his Family First tattoo, my fingers lingering and making him shiver.

'I know.' He replied, he sat back and had a swig of wine, raising his eyebrows at me. He finished his drink and smiled at me, and I placed another kiss on his lips. 

'Now, how about we eat?' I asked, gesturing to the food. Ben laughed.

'That sounds best.' We ate in relative silence, revelling in each other's company. I had very sloppily slapped together cheese, ham and two slices of white bread to make what I called "sandwiches". Ben calmly started disassembling his meal, before putting it back together and taking a big bite out of it. He grinned at me, before finishing his lunch. I ate mine without changing its structure.