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WHO: Misha and Bella
WHAT: A picnic, and more
WHERE: The woods
WHEN: July 26, late afternoon/night
WARNINGS: Sexytiems



Misha could ignore a lot of things, but he couldn't ignore this date in particular. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that he had proposed to Bella on this date, or because it had been their first time, but it seemed to encapsulate the best parts of their relationship. Now that they had started being more physical again, and Bella had accepted that they were together, it had been easier to convince her to go out on a picnic with him. He had gathered up everything they needed, and showed up outside her tent at exactly 4pm.

"Knock, knock, Bells," he grinned.

Bella was still unsure about their whole situation but she refuse to tell Misha that because he seemed so happy that she had accepted their relationship. Bella liked seeing Misha happy. It made her feel better about everything. So when Misha had decided that they needed to go on a picnic Bella was all for it.

So she was smiling when he came around on time and she popped her head out of her tent as he ‘knocked’. “Just give me a few more moments. Not completely ready,” Bella said before disappearing back inside.

"Of course you aren't," Misha laughed, leaning up against a nearby tree. "I've gone camping with Maddy before. I know what you girls are like. You have a different definition of it. She actually tried to bring a curling iron once."

“You keep talking like that Misha Meru and I won’t come out,” Bella said with a hint of irritation in her voice. It only took a couple more moments before Bella was out of the tent with a backpack in hand. “I hadn’t finished packing. Nothing girly about that.”

“Alright, if you say so,” Misha grinned, carefully taking note of the tone of his wife’s voice. The last thing he was going to do was fuck up their plans, because he was a bit sexisit, and Bella had forgotten how to take him with a pound of salt.

“But you really didn’t have to bring anything. I’ve got some food, drinks...”

And anything they would need to stay overnight. He hadn’t told Bella, didn’t want to jinx it, but seeing as they were married, he had been given permission to take her out overnight, and the new flying Professor had agreed to watch over his section of kids.

“You don’t know what might happen,” Bella pointed out to Misha because she was pretty sure he hadn’t thought about snake bites or poison ivy or anything bad. He wanted to romance her and nothing more. “I need to be prepared which means you are prepared. And as I don’t know where you are taking me I had to make sure we are prepared for everything.”

“I never realized I married a girl scout,” Misha said, waggling his eyebrows, in his best imitation of a dirty old man. “That’s hot. So, I bring the champagne, and you bring the band aids. I can live with that. Come on, I want to get where we’re going, before it starts to cool down.”
Misha held out his hand, his fingers outstretched in invitation of Bella’s own.

“Where are we going exactly?” Bella asked taking Misha’s hand after a moment. She was curious and she had asked him a dozen times since he had told her he was taking her on a picnic. “Please? I’m not the biggest fan of surprises. Well I wasn’t. I don’t know how I feel about them now.”
"You're still not a big fan," Misha admitted. He hated that Bella still couldn't remember, but it was fun to feed her tidbits about their life together. His fingers curled between hers, lacing their hands together, and lead her toward the path.

"But don't worry, we're just headed to a pretty spot," he reassured her. "A pretty spot, for a pretty girl."

“You know you don’t have to butter me up right?” Bella asked Misha with a grin on her lips. “I am coming voluntarily. No need to compliment me every chance you get.”

Misha bit back his comment about exactly how Bella was going to be coming, and instead focused on brushing their hands against Bella's hip, with every other step.

"What can I say? I'm a flirt, Bells. That didn't stop just because we got hitched."

“It had better of stopped with other women,” Bella commented as she looked at Misha. “Or you will be sleeping on the couch.” There was a hint of a smile to her as she tried to stay serious and mean but she really couldn’t. Misha made her smile and happy.

It all felt so natural, the way they were talking now. Misha couldn't imagine that Bella would never remember the last year, their first date, first time, and the wedding, but a small part of him felt that if it never happened, they would survive somehow.

"Only with you, babe," he smiled, bumping his elbow lightly against her side. "The couch is way too lumpy to convince me to flirt with anyone else."
“Uh huh. For some reason I don’t believe you,” Bella said grinning a bit more as they continued to talk and walk. “Pretty sure you will flirt with anyone to get your way.”

"Well, I'm not against using a little charm," Misha admitted. "I'm a charming guy, and they say that you catch more flies with honey."

“Attracting a lot of flies is bad,” Bella pointed out her grin just growing as they talked. “Specially when you have a wife.” Bella tugged on her backpack as they walked. “Good thing I have bug spray.”

"Yeah, that's right. They aren't letting you guys use magic are they? That's cruel and unusual. Thank Merlin you have a handsome, handy with a wand husband," Misha pointed out. "Spells for blisters, bugs, and soft beds."

“Not really camping if you use magic,” Bella pointed out to Misha as they walked. “You should set an example for us and not use magic. You are an auror after all and people do look up to you. I see the younger years asking you dozen of questions.” Bella had watched Misha during the last couple of days and found herself often smiling at how patient he was with the younger kids.

“You sound like my dad,” Misha groaned. With as many kids as they had in their family, it had never been proper Muggle camping, but the few times they had just taken Dean out, they had roughed it. “And if they didn’t want me using magic, they wouldn’t let me. Besides, you’ll be thanking me when you don’t have to spray that gross smelling stuff all over you, because I know a few charms.”