Indoor Picnic!

"Well, uhm... Want to get the picnic out?" I asked, changing the subject with a raised eyebrow.

"Food. Food does sound nice." Kaila agreed, moving toward the kitchen area.

We spread the cliché checkered tablecloth on the wooden floor, in front of the fireplace. While Kaila set out the various dishes, I set out four places worth of plastic ware. We sat cross-legged on the floor, sampling the chicken and potato salad.

About the time I finished my first leg of chicken, the rear door opened, revealing the face of Helen. She was barefoot and looking quite satisfied. She took in the front room, before smiling at the sight of our indoor picnic.

"Hey. You mind if I cook something?" Helen asked, her eyes flicking towards the bowls.

"Helen, please, stop staring. Have a seat." Kaila smirked indicating a place opposite the fire.

"One second." Helen turned to call down the hall. "Hey BABE! It's ready!"

There was a moment of tromping, before Charlotte also appeared at the doorway, her hair disheveled and a soft glow on her face. She laughed when she caught sight of Kaila and me sitting on the floor.

"Oh wow... that's great!" She cheered, taking Helen's arm and steering her towards the tablecloth.

"Sounds like you two must have built up quite an appetite." Kaila grinned at the two women as they sat down.

Helen and Charlotte both stifled snickers at my wife's comment, merely helping themselves to some of the meal that we had laid out.

We ate for a while, with seductive and obviously sensual looks being shot back and forth between the members of the two couples.

"So, where you from?" Helen blurted in my direction, after a bite of chicken. "Oh, and is there anything to drink?"

"Check the cooler, and Santa Cruz originally," I replied, pointing to the blue plastic bin that held the sodas.

"Thanks, hey babe, want one?" Helen leaned over to the cooler, extricating two orange colored cans, one of which she handed to Charlotte. I admit that I looked at her ass as she did so, but I know I didn't stare.

"Thanks, dahlin," Charlotte replied and took a sip of the can.

"Aaaand, I'm from San Fran." Kaila smiled, before asking for the usual follow-up. "So, where are you two coming from?"

"Well, we both share an apartment in San Francisco," Helen explained.

"Moved in togetha about four months ago." Charlotte elaborated.

"Oh yeah? What part?" I asked, amazed that these two were from where Kaila and I had met.

"Haight-Ashbury. But it's REALLY been cleaned up." Charlotte added the second sentence rapidly.

"We're not really into **** that much," Helen amended.

"Well great, that's two things we have in common." Kaila grinned. "He used to live there, but moved up to San Rafael with me and my uh, roomie, when we got married."

"See George Lucas much?" Helen joked.

I couldn't resist, she had given me the perfect opportunity. I lowered my voice as deep as possible before speaking.

"I have long since turned from that path. Whedon is my master now."

This caused Kaila to do a classic spit-take, while Helen and Charlotte just looked confused.

"Perfect, honey, perfect." My wife laughed, wiping her face with a napkin. "Obscure joke, don't worry if you don't get it."

"Okay, this I have to hear," Charlotte smirked, looking at me intently.

"Kaila and I are Browncoats." Charlotte's face was a blank stare to my explanation. "Firefly Fans." I tried again to another empty look. "Old show on Fox. They made a movie of it."

"So, what, like Trekkies?" Helen asked, with another puzzled look.

"Sorta, but they're cooler," Kaila said. Charlotte shrugged, taking a bite of potato salad.

"Never saw it," Helen stated.

"Ok, we've got the DVD player. Honey, please tell me that you brought the box set."

"I brought the set," I smirked. C'mon, a week up here? Chances had been very good we would have gotten bored at some point.

"Tonight, one episode. Trust me, you'll love it." Kaila held up a finger toward Helen and Charlotte.

"Sure," Smiled Helen, looking out the window at the dimming light.

"It's not like we've got a hot date or something." Charlotte laughed.

"Oh REALLY?" Helen chuckled, leaning across the tablecloth.

"Yes, REALLY," Charlotte replied, leaning forward as well so that her lips met Helen's in a tender peck.

"Oh, I'm going to a... Special... Hell." I caught my wife's eye as I spoke. She shook her head and rubbed a finger across another in the classic "Shame-shame" motion.

"This doesn't botha you does it?" Charlotte asked, turning her attention to me.

"No, why would it bug me." In fact, if you replaced the women with my wife and... well, it would be one of my greatest fantasies.

"Some people can't deal with it," Helen said, with a shrug.

"Personally, I think you two look beautiful together." Kaila broke in.

"Really?" Charlotte grinned back, and for a moment her eyes met my wife's. There was a moment, and then they looked away.