Harriet couldn't help but smirk as her husband grunted, she would be lying if she said she didn't feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction at still being able to provoke such a reaction from Charles. It pleased her immensely that the romance in their relationship was still as fresh as when they first married, she had heard many complaints from women in Vale about their husbands seeking mistresses for pleasures of the body, resorting to them simply for procreation, she had even heard some woman complain about sex, obviously their husbands weren't as skilled as Charles, something which made her a little bit smug. Her Charles was divine, a true master in the art of passion, her toes could curl by the simple touch of his lips, the mere thought was enough to make her giggle as if a child once again; it's safe to say Harriet and Charles were quite often "indisposed" to preoccupied with each other to pay anybody else any real mind.
Charles as expected, took control of the situation and began to kiss her slender neck, his lips feathering their way across, the gentle, milky flesh of her neck, down to where the fabric of her neckline began, her fingers ran through his russet hair, biting down to the corner of her lip, desire building within her "oh Charles" the moan rolled of her tongue with ease. "Shame on you for teasing your poor husband so..." Harriet laughed lightly "if I didn't tease you, then who would? Beside as your wife, it is my given right" she smirked in a playful tone which matched his. "Darling, I would love nothing more than to spend an entire lifetime with you, alone and 'frolicking'..." Charles trailed off as he began another trail of kisses which lead up to her lips, hovering her plump, Cupid bow lips before pulling away with a grin.
Harriet's blue hues narrowed slightly, in mock annoyance "now, who's the tease" she murmured, he head coming to rest on his shoulder, she watched as he removed his overcoat, placing it on the chair opposite and unfastened as couple of button of his tunic. Harriet smirked into his shoulder, she knew the game he was playing and if she knew Charles at all, which she did, he would be staring out the window, beaming cheekily. An idea popping into her mind, she smirked quickly before acting, moving swiftly, she removed her heavy cloak, placing it on the same chair as Charles coat before gracefully straddling her husband, a smile on her pretty face as her slender finger worked on the remainder of the buttons on his tunic. Suddenly the carriage jerked forward as they began their journey, causing Harriet to fall forward into Charles, pushing back from the wall she laughed loudly, with a shake of her head.
Spotting the basket with Charles breakfast in, Harriet leant down, careful not to fall with the movement of the carriage, she lifted it to the space she had just occupied and lifted off the cotton cloth which covered the contents. Lifting out a neatly wrapped parcel, Harriet carefully unwrapped it, revealing a few rashers of bacon, breaking one in half, she held it towards Charles lips, waiting for him to take a bite.