Every Second Tuesday

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Written for xlondonferryx at LiveJournal.

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When she sees him her heart lifts as high as she flies and nothing in the world exists but the two of them. All she wants to do is be with him because she loves him and he loves her and while she does enjoy being a nanny she'd also like to be a mother.

She can't wait until every second Tuesday when she leaves her umbrella in her room and goes to the park to join him. Away from the watchful gaze of her parrot-headed umbrella she feels free to shower her lover with all the adoration she feels for him. He tucks her hand companionably under his arm and leads her to his flat where they spend a lovely afternoon together, just the two of them, in bed.

Afterwards she gets dressed while he watches her from his bed, fastening her corset when she asks for his help. As she is practically perfect she doesn't need help but it pleases him to be able to assist her and she likes to feel his hands on her skin.

"'Til the Tuesday after next, then?" he asks her and she nods.

"Hopefully sooner," she adds and leans over to kiss him lightly.

"I love you, Mary," he says and she beams.

"I love you, Bert," she replies and, picking up her coat, leaves without another backwards glance. He watches her as she leaves and wishes that it was the Tuesday after next. Or, better yet, that they were married.