Quick little oneshot after last nights episode, even though I know I still have others to update. Don't worry the next chapter of Simply Too Perfect is on its way I promise.
Vague spoilers in the way of speech rather than storyline. However this does not feature the irritating interruption.
"I only asked to be convinced, My walk convinced me." He always took a little longer to come around to her way of thinking, it'd been this way for years and she wasn't surprised their brief disagreement would end with his coming around and seeing her opinion.
"And there's a bonus."
"What's that?"
"It puts us back in agreement. I'm not comfortable when you and I are not in agreement."
"You're very flattering, when you talk like that you make me want to check the looking glass to see that my hair's tidy."
"Get away with you."
"No I mean it." Why on earth was she so flustered? She could barely meet his eyes and found herself glancing over his shoulder to the mirror on his mantel piece.
"Mrs Hughes?" His voice was so soft and so unusually quiet. After reaching around her to place his cup back on the table, his hand caught her arm as he straightened up, sliding down to her hand, taking it in his.
"Yes?" She still couldn't meet his gaze, instead fixed it on their hands, instead of steadying her, the action only lead to her heart beating rapidly out of time and her breathing to quicken.
"I can't bear it when we're at odds."
"I know."
"And you don't disappoint me. Far from it."
A faint smile ghosted her lips, though she still trembled.
"Elsie look at me."
Her first name startled her to look up at him, his eyes almost bore through her with his stare, full of something she'd only seen hints of. She'd expected him to continue talking but instead he lifted his large hand to cup her cheek, almost against her will she nuzzled into it, blinking slowly as she revelled in the contact. Since their paddle in the Brighton, they'd yet to touch again or even mention the day, she'd almost given up that the moment could have meant more than simply one friend steadying another. And now, just maybe, they might be about to take those steps towards the love she so desperately felt for him.
As if that contact hadn't shocked her enough, slowly he approached and his lips were pressed reverently to hers. Moving softly, caressing her own, eliciting a whimper from her throat and the desire to be pulled close and engulfed in his arms. As if he could read her mind he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her whole body and almost crushing her body to his – but it wasn't crushing, her form merely melted to his and her arms snaked around his back to grip his shoulders. Their kissing remained soft but insistent. Tongues tentatively touching causing moans from both parties until they were forced to part.
When he pulled away his forehead rested against hers and finally, he whispered the words she never thought she'd hear from him:
"I love you. And I won't let you, get away."
Her breath rushed from her all of a sudden, tears pooled in her eyes and she couldn't help the beaming smile she gave him.
"I love you too."
And their lips met again.
Please drop me a line with your thoughts. Are we all still flailing?
xXx