Thank you for all the wonderful reviews for my first ever fanfiction! I do hope my inexperience hasn't shone through too much :') Anyway, here's the latest and possibly final chapter, hope you like it!
Of course Spooks, doesn't belong to me, but to the BBC and Kudos.
"I feel like Celia Johnson in Brief Encounter doing this." she revealed, decidedly anxious at their first clandestine meeting since that first time, an age ago. In another life.
"I guess I should be flattered I qualify as a Trevor Howard then!" he retorted as she sat down beside him. Neither plucked up the courage to explore the analogy any further.
He gazed at her amusedly. She seemed flustered as she began her seasonal ritual of removing her winter scarf and gloves moments before the lights were due to soften further into darkness.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting...you won't have to result to the breadrolls just yet. Well, what I meant to say was..." she rambled nervously.
He chuckled heartedly, touched by her attempt at small talk. "Do be quiet Miss Evershed, the magic of cinema must be enjoyed in a reverent hush." he replied jokily. He hoped she could sense his teasing, but deep down, he knew she would.
Dedicated to Lady J Scarlett :)