'Would'a thought that were obvious,' he murmurs, pressing another kiss to her lips.

But then he does straighten, though his hands are clearly reluctant to leave her body.

'You can remember it as long as you like. I'll return the favour, no bother.'

Be glad to, in fact.

He meanders off in the direction of the horses, catching her fingers and tugging them lightly, before sparking a fag and drawing in a deep lungful. Marvellous. What an excellent evening this has been.