Disclaimer: I don't own Poldark - if I did, a few things might be different lol
Also! I do like Ross. This isn't supposed to be read as Ross hate, I just thought it would be enjoyed by people. Also I wrote this ages ago and just thought maybe I'd publish it now!
Enjoy!
"Prudie tells me you met Elizabeth at the church." Demelza said in a strained voice, kneading at a mound of white dough. Ross watched her carefully. Demelza raised the dough in the air and then slammed it viciously back on to the table. "And also Prudie tells me you kissed her."
Ross took his hat off and hung it by the door.
"Prudie is a blind liar wishing only to stir up trouble. Yes, I kissed her on the cheek in greeting, but did it go further than that? No, it did not."
Demelza gave him a pitiful look that failed to reach him. "But I must confess I - I do believe her, Ross."
Ross glared at her. "Do you trust me so little?"
Demelza stuttered for a second. "I do trust you, Ross! But you so often give me cause to think again of that trust!"
She patted the mound into a rounded shape while Ross watched broodily. "Sometimes I wish you had just married her in the first place and had done with it."
"Sometimes I wish that too." Ross said coldly.
"Then we are in agreement for once." Demelza said without looking up.
Ross scoffed. "What a marvel."