They snuck away from the party, leaving the faint sounds of music and laughter behind them as they walked to the farthest part of the orchard. The moon was bright tonight, and she hoped nobody else had the same idea as them because they would not be invisible to curious eyes in its light.
He pulled her down to the ground suddenly and kissed her, letting his hands roam her body and push up her skirts.
Ivy pushed him away. "That's not very romantic!" she complained.
Pippin raised an eyebrow. "You don't expect me to recite elven poetry, do you?"