#if you're curious 21 inches is about 531mm

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kisses in the rain with phrack?

Here you go! Thank you for the prompt, this was... a lot of fun. 😂 

For Kisses 22: kisses in the rain

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It was a terribly sudden downpour.

So sudden, in fact, that it had rather stranded them under an overhang, attempting to wait out the worst of it.

Jack was still mostly dry, his sturdy hat and heavy coat protecting most of his inner layers, but Phryne…

Phryne had not fared as well.

Her thin jacket and delicate hat had done very little to defend her from the elements — so little, in fact, that she had eventually removed the hat entirely and would have done the same with the jacket were it not plastered to her person. Her hair, always so perfectly coiffed, was currently pasted to her forehead, her meticulous bangs sending little rivulets of rainwater into her eyes. She kept trying, unsuccessfully, to blow them up with her mouth, and each failed attempt caused her damp nose to scrunch up in irritation. She was annoyed and impatient and utterly, utterly soaked.

She was beautiful.

Jack smiled at the scene before him before turning slightly to look back out at the rain, the streets now empty save for the occasional poor soul still seeking shelter.

“You know what this reminds me of?” he asked.

“What?” she replied, huffing once more at her bangs.

“London. Outside the antique shop.”

Phryne looked up at him. “Really?”

“Mmmmmm.” Jack kept his eyes firmly fixed on the rain. “I should have kissed you then. I definitely wanted to.”

Phryne shot him an amused look. “Did you?” she asked dryly, which was very impressive considering the weather. “As I recall, you were quite cross with me at the time.”

“Noooooo.” Jack drew the word out as he shook his head and rewrote history. “Just damp.”

“You threatened to toss me in the Thames.”

“I also offered to tie you up,” he reminded her with the ghost of a dirty smile. “It was a layered discussion.”

“Mmmm,” she agreed, her own smile very much alive. “So why didn’t you?”

“No darbies.”

“I meant kiss me.”

“Ah.” He shrugged and finally looked down to meet her eye. “You know, I can’t think of one good reason.”

And with that, Jack stepped off the kerb and into the street. The minute he left the protection of the overhang the rain began its assault anew, but he paid it no mind, just held up his hand to her, silently inviting her to join him.

The incredulous expression Phryne gave him at the move caused her eyebrows to disappear entirely under her still-dripping bangs.

“Not bloody likely, Jack Robinson. Some of us aren’t wearing foul weather gear.”

Jack tilted his head in consideration, then, very deliberately, removed both his hat and his coat as Phryne looked on in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she asked, shouting a bit to be heard over the rain.

“Just trying to keep up!” he called back, placing his coat over his now soaked arm and offering his hand once more. “Now, are you going to come out here and join me or am I going to float away for nothing?”

Shaking her head in delight, Phryne took his hand and hopped off the kerb back into the rain. Jack pulled her flush to his chest, and, using his hat to hide them from anyone else mad enough to be out in this weather, kissed her.

He kissed her until neither of them remembered it was raining at all.

When he pulled back, she was beaming up at him.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“I’ve just decided to never not kiss you in the rain again,” he explained.

“That was an impressive sentence,” she teased. “But I’m very pleased by your new resolution. Especially as the annual average rainfall for Melbourne is around 21 inches... which, come to think of it,” she continued with a naughty grin, “is an impressive number of inches.”

Jack rolled his eyes even as he pulled her close once more.

“I’ll try to keep my manly jealousy in check.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Jack,” she assured him as she cupped his cheek with her hand. “You, my darling, are impressive in any weather.”

And then she kissed him.

It was a terribly sudden downpour.

Jack hoped it would last for ages.

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