It's overcast, which means James doesn't have to be all "careful" while walking around outside, so he can in fact just walk around outside! It's nice to do that every now and then. And then there are a couple of packages he's expecting so he might enjoy this lovely unsunny day to visit the Post Office, why not.
She giggles, then gently kisses him.
He kisses her back very gently, then pulls away with a smirk. "I might need to use the handkerchief again if this keeps on."
She eyes him. "A bit. Don't worry; I'll run out of lipstick eventually. Or possibly I might need to use the handkerchief and spare you the trouble."
"It is indeed so much trouble."
"Poor man. Faced with the horrors of smudged lipstick." She presses another kiss to his cheek, this time attempting to get as much lipstick on it as possible. It... doesn't really work. Most of it's been rubbed off by now.
He grins. "My poor marble face, desecrated by lipstick."
"Careful, you, or I'll reapply it, and then where would you be?"
"Even more desecrated, one assumes."
"Presumably. It would also persuade me to cover your face in kisses, which would just be so terrible."
"Oh no, spare me the torture! I shall close my eyes so I do not have to bear witness to it." He closes his eyes.
She forgets to reapply lipstick before kissing him. The travesty.
Then he has closed his eyes for no reason! No reason at all!
And whoops now they're distracted kissing again, how ever did that happen.
It's entirely her fault.
Yep. She admits to this. Or would, if she had the brain space for it. As it is: nope.
But they cannot kiss forever, and even when distracted, this is apparent to her. So, she eventually has to pull away.
"I like you," she sighs fondly, caressing his cheek. "But also if we just stay in the middle of nowhere forever kissing like I kind of want to, we are going to worry people."