My dear and wonderful readers, what a sad Christmas this has been. I don't think anyone expected this, I certainly didn't. For readers who haven't watched the Christmas ep, I warn you it's very...taxing to say the least. I love you all dearly and I'll be posting an "incident" related fic after I get back from my travels!
sorry about the delay in posts, real life got in the way!
oh and on a happier note, I MET DAN STEVENS! AND HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME! Merry Christmas (if Christmas is your thing) and Happy Holidays!
I'll post the next chapter in 2013, until then...Happy New Year!
She lies warming to steaming water, her hand creating ripples as she draws circles on the water's surface. He eyelids flutter closed as the absurd her 'Spa Music And Other Relaxation Sounds' Cd comes to an end and she's left alone with the faltering light of the candles that line the pearly white bench surrounding her bath. She inhales deeply, smiling as the steam increases her drowsiness. Just as she reaches a totally relaxed state of mind, a tall brunette walks through the bathroom door.
Mary jumps in fright, plunging deep into the water in her shock. When she returns to the surface her sister gives her that classically raised eyebrow.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
Mary pulls out the plug and steps from the whirlpool of water that seeps down the drain. Sybil grabs the towel and throws it at her expectantly.
"Mary, when are you going to give the guy a brake?"
Mary shrugged nonchalantly as she dries herself off with her towel, "I don't know what your talking about."
"You've been ignoring Matthew for a whole month! London isn't that large you know, you'll run into each other eventually!"
"Please!" Mary rolled her eyes, pulling "After what he's done HE should be the one cowering from me!"
"Give the guy a chance!"
"So he can stop on my feelings again? No thanks. I'm about to go out, can you wait until I'm back before you start cooking?" She pulls her Gucci trench coat over her Armani suite and glances at her sister.
"You don't trust me to cook by myself? I don't need adult supervision Mary, besides, it's a Saturday night! Lets just get takeout!" She rolls her eyes and Mary barks a laugh before running out the door. Sybil hesitates
before punching his number into her phone.
"Hello? Matthew?"
He almost knocks over his coffee as he shovels through the clutter of his desk in the quest for his iPhone. This better be important, he'd nearly drenched his case in espresso! A familiar voice sounded on the other end, "Sybil? What in the world-"
"Look we don't have much time! Listen up, I'm at Mary's apartment. How soon can you get here?"
"15 minutes max, why? Are you in danger?" He gushes, his voice frantic with worry.
"I will be once Mary discovers I made this call, now hurry over!" Sybil laughs before smiling slyly and mutter the few words that catch Matthew's attention, "I have a plan."
Mary opens the door to smell some sort of sauce smell wafting in from the kitchen. She didn't guess her sister's culinary skills had extended to home made sauces, so it wasn't an extreme surprise to find Matthew in the kitchen stirring a saucepan full of Angel Hair.
He checks his watch and smiles before he begins chopping onions and winces as he slices his hand with the knife. Blood oozes along his palm, covering her kitchen floor in red spots as he spins round and notices her for the first time in months. She cradles his wound and takes him to her bathroom where she grabs the spare bandage Sybil had left behind after her stupid ice skating accident. Mary smiles as she revisits this and begins binding the white cloth around the cut, causing curiosity to get the better of Matthew.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking about the class divide, my lot call this trespassing."
He ignores the insult and grins stupidly before teasing, "Mine call it an apology."
She pulls tighter than she needs to and he filches, she mutters a fake 'sorry!' Before his grin widens.
"Kiss it better?" She whacks him with a nearby toilet paper roll and casually strolls back to the living room as he groans in her pursuit.
She switches on the tv and flicks through channels until she finally settles on "Cowboys Vs. Aliens" and watches as the screen flickers and the speakers blare at full volume. He triumphantly leaves the kitchen with two bowls of Carbonara and sets them on the dinning table. He sits down and waits for her, but she doesn't move.
He clears his throat loudly, "Dinner is served!"
She ignores him, like she's done for the past few months. He makes the mistake of calling for her again and she angrily storms over to the dinning table.
"What do you want me to say Matthew? Shall we play house? Let's sit down to a nice meal and pretend that everything is fine, I'll ask you how your day was and compliment you on your cooking skills and I suppose after we've finished, we'll cuddle on the couch and maybe one thing will lead to another and we'll-"
"MARY! STOP!" He yells, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand rubbing his forehead agonizingly, "Don't you understand? I'm trying to apologize! I'm trying to take some small step towards 'sorry', so that..." He sighs and looks at her helplessly. "I broke up with Lavinia the minute I got home that day, we weren't anything serious, been on a few dates but we had nothing in common! I mean, it was so bloody easy to just pretend everything was fine. It's so simple to go from day to day with a peck on the cheek and a latte sitting on the table in the morning, and if I wanted easy, I'd still be there. But that's the thing Mary, with you and me its always going to be difficult and I'm not giving up without a fight! Because that's what happens with love, you have to keep battling until it knocks every last breath out of your body, and that's what I'll do every day of our life together."
"Oh, Matthew!" She smiles a truly genuinely dazzling smile and laughs as she throws her arms around a very stunned Matthew. It doesn't take him long to respond and he laughs in return. A few minutes later she pulls away and leads him to the dinner table.
He pulls her chair out and she blushes as they grab their forks and begin twiddling the long stands of pasta. "Do you regret it?" She asks, raising her wineglass to her lips.
"What?"
"Us, you and me. You know, meeting me, fighting with me, falling for me?"
His eyes gaze into hers as he replies, "Not one single bit."