This one's a little different. I hope you enjoy it!
As always I own nothing.
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Simple
Why do you always complicate things that are really quite simple?
She had asked that question of him, but honestly, he could ask her the very same question. (At least that is how Bert sees it.)
After all, she's the one with all the rules and regulations (no contact- not even a handshake- while with her charges, they may only see each other in the company of her charges or on every second Tuesday, no longing glances, no lingering touches, and certainly no sappy farewells).
Bert isn't a complicated man. He's kind-hearted, gentle, and congenial. He'd never ask anything of Mary Poppins that she isn't fully prepared to do. But sometimes…
Sometimes, he just wants to wrap his arms around that slender waist and embrace her (with no intention of letting go).
Sometimes, he just wants to kiss those red lips (at the very least until they're chapped and swollen).
Sometimes, he just wants to take that delicate hand in his own (and not care who sees).
Because he loves her (in a way that words could never hope to fully describe).
And sometimes he just gets the overwhelming urge to show her (he never was any good at the telling part of show-and-tell).
It should be a simple equation (one man, one woman, one love). But when that woman is Mary Poppins, how could anything hope to be simple? (After all, the woman is about as simple as Daedalus' labyrinth.)
So he'll follow her rules and her regulations and he'll take her to tea every second Tuesday, because he loves her and respects her and he values her happiness far beyond his own life.
(Simple as that.)