The only things I own are my mistakes.
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Another drabble.
Her eyes were closed as he silently made his way across the library. He got closer he paused watching, studying the peaceful expression on her face. Nikola was reminded of the young woman he met all those years ago at Oxford, before life had taken its toll. His attention was quickly drawn slightly lower, specifically to the gaping of her shirt. Nikola unconsciously leaned forward, the improved view offering a glimpse of something black and lacy.
"Like what you see?"
Startled Nikola lifted his gaze to meet the tired eyes of Helen Magnus. "My dear Helen it's what I can't see that I'm truly interested in," Nikola quipped trying to get a rise from his friend. "So be a considerate host and oblige your guest." He added, leaning on the arm rest of the chair across from her.
"Nikola I think I've been more than obliging by letting you stay, especially after you drank the '45 Bordeaux," replied Helen.
He certainly didn't regret that certain action however he couldn't defend it either. "I admit what I did was wrong," he said quietly. He waited a moment before smirking and adding. "You should let me make it up to you."
Shaking her head Helen smiled. "Good night Nikola," closing the book in her lap, she rose from the chair and left him alone in the library.
