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Kate waved goodbye to them, and put her hood up again as she took Will's hand.

"Good family," she said to Will once out of earshot.

"Aye, they are. Father's a woodcutter, tis why 'e's na 'ere. Guess the rain's na done yet."

As they walk farther from the cottage, his arm moves around he waist.

"Guess not, is this normal for this time of year?" She shifted closer to him.

"Bit more than usual, but sometimes end o'Summer just 'as a lot o'rain."

"Oh I see. It usually doesn't last very long in New York, just a few passing storms here and there."

"Can be good for things. Na too much else goin' on though. Too wet to 'unt. What do ye wish to do, love?"

"I guess we'll have to wait to walk around much, huh? Me and my timing."

He draws her into a hug and kiss,

"Shh, naught wrong with yer timin'."

Her arms came around his neck, and she kissed him back sweetly. Nothing wrong with this either.

The rain keeps drenching them, but Will doesn't really care. He has Kate and she's happier and kissing him.

She pulled closer to him as she kept kissing him back. One of her hands slide around his neck and his head.

That pushes his hood off and soon his hair is plastered to his face as his arms reach around her waist and hold her tightly.

She doesn't notice the rain now, still kissing his lips, cheek, and neck. Her clothes were getting soaked as well, but it didn't matter right this second.

He has to stop and breath and whispers against her neck,

"Shall we go back an be warm, love?"

Kate nodded, "Uh-huh, let's go." But first one more searing kiss on the lips.

That kiss is not fair and he pulls her close to return it.

Nope, not even a little bit. Which was the point.

Though she moaned softly into his mouth when he returned it, and her grip on his back tightened.

"Lord, Kate."

He growls into her mouth and kisses her once more, he'll remember they have to move soon.

She moaned louder because she really, really loves that growl of his. Gets her every time now. She attacked his mouth with hers now, hungry and passionate. Her hands started to claw at his wet clothes.

All he can do is growl and whisper,

"Its rainin' an Sherwood, God, Kate."

"Cottage now." Still fumbling with his soaking wet shirt.

"Down the path."

He starts moving her as much as he can without actually letting her go,

"Bloody things, saw some in the basket. Took 'em out 'fore we left."

She kissed him more, "Good, we'll need them. Hurry."

"Aye, that way."

He takes her hand and moves them along the path until they're back at the cottage. There's a brief moment as he searches and find the condoms tucked beside the tea thermos. Then he kisses her, molding his body to his.

She was peeling his shirt off of him, still kissing him fiercely. One of her hands raked through his hair. She just felt like taking the lead this time with him.