Constructive criticism would be lovley as this is another new pairing for me. Enjoy.
"Charlie?"
Her words were etched with surprise rather than confusion. He was the last person that she had expected to see after she had rather callously dismissed his offer of dinner earlier that day.
Charlie stood at the door, carrier bag in hand, "I heard that Toby and Joanne were going out and you were staying in again… Thought I'd pop by and bring this for you," he said, lifting the bag slightly.
Maggie stepped to the side allowing him to step through to the house; brushing against her gently as he did so. He was all too familiar with her house and where everything was, so headed for the kitchen pulling out plates, cutlery and glasses. He could sense her presence in the doorway as she silently watched him pour wine and place Chinese food on the two plates.
Words flew round Maggie's mind as she watched him. She had been a real bitch to him earlier, taking her frustration out on him after one to many ungrateful patients but instantly regretting it. This wasn't the first time either and he was always gone before she was able to apologise.
"Charlie, I…" Her words faltered as he turned to face her, eyes soft and un-judging, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I said, I didn't mean any of it…" She continued as he passed her a glass of wine. She smiled despite herself, "… I don't deserve you Charlie Fairhead."
"You deserve more than anyone can give." He smiled as he passed her a plate off food and led the way, bottle of wine in hand, to her living room where he could hear South Pacific blaring on the TV. Her favourite movie.
Maggie joined him split seconds after, head reeling somewhat after his last comment. She'd known that their chemistry had been changing, again, recently but this time her affection didn't seem to be unrequited. The thought sent a warm fuzzy feeling through her body.
A comfortable audible silence filled the room as they both ate, watching the movie; probably for the tenth, or more, time together. In fact, she couldn't ever recall watching it with anyone else, let alone ever having anyone round apart from Charlie.
Empty plates, wine bottle and glasses littered the table at the end titles rolled up the screen. Charlie smiled as Maggie's soft, even breathes tickled his neck as she slept on his shoulder. Somehow through the film she had closed the gap between them, her head comfortably upon his shoulder and arm loosely lain over his abdomen.
For a moment Charlie couldn't help but watch her; soft features leading to that cute smile she always had when she slept. He smiled, gently adjusting his position on the sofa to get up without stirring her. Shaking out the blanket at the end of the sofa he draped it over her, leaning in and placing a soft kiss upon her forehead before going to check on Lana.