Isobel was reading one of her favorite novels, it was a guilty pleasure. She was almost ashamed to admit that an intellectual madam like herself could find pleasure in such a trivial form of writing. The truth was she had not done it in a long time but since that evening at Richard's office, she hadn't stopped blushing at the most inconvenient moments like when Violet randomly mentioned the handsome doctor and the hospital or whenever she ended up at the nurses room with some of the nurses cooing over their favorite doctors. Of course she could not join them without losing respect and none of them dared to ask but she did not begrudge them being young and having crushes. she did however, want to slap a couple of them in the face when they mentioned that they wouldn't mind a date with Dr Clarkson ...they all wanted to experience his sweet side they knew lay behind his austere exterior.
It has been a couple of days since that blessed kiss she could not take out of her mind. Matthew had come back concerned for her but relieved by how healthy she now looked with her rosy cheeks and sparkly eyes. In fact he said he'd never seen her in such fine form - of course her son was a flanneler and she could rely on him being distracted by one Lady Mary Crawley.
But life returning to normal had its own disadvantages... the thing was that she could not spend her life at Richard's office. He kicked her out for a week from the hospital and he'd been pulling the long shifts the simple truth was that she missed him. She missed the soothing deep Scottish lilt, those sparkling blue eyes and that scent which was something between red alder and mint. She remember how it felt to be held and to bury her nose in his neck, to be kissed and looked at like she's just come down from heaven.
As if reacting to her thoughts, the doorbell rang and Ethel let in none other than the object of her fantasies before rustling back to the kitchen to prepare lunch or die trying. Richard's gaze could have almost set her on fire and she was sure she was no better. He seemed to want to touch her but was hesitant - she could understand that he was not sure if she regarded their previous interaction as a mistake. She walked toward him, her long blue skirt not letting her walk fast enough but she metaphorically patted herself on the back for taking extra time to do her hair and wearing her soft light blue jumper. She noticed him looking at her her a certain way when she wore in on her shoulders as if imagining what it what feel like and she was about to satisfy his curiosity.
"Hello Richard." she beamed as she got right in front of him her nose almost touching his chin.
"Hello Isobel." he smiled shyly as she rose on her tiptoes and pressed those cherry lips to his. After those months wondering what that damned cashmere wool jumper felt like on her, he finally had his answer...it felt like heaven, so soft he only wanted to hold her closer still.
He looked at the younger woman in his arms, a true vision in all her glory. Her hair thick with honey tones looking like gold in the sun, her cheeks in a rosy flush and her feminine curves pressed into his own body as he held her tight with a hand rubbing the small of her back as he knew she liked from the nights he spent holding her in his cot and one holding the base of her head "You're wonderful nurse Isobel."
"You're not so bad yourself Richard." she said smiling before a sadder look took over her features "I spent hours missing you, wondering if what happened between us was true...wondering whether you would want to see me again."
"Darling, that is something you should never think. I think you know perfectly well how I feel about you, I was the one not sure if you would want to pursue what we started. I realize it might be complicated."
"Richard you must never think that!" she said before kissing him anew only for them to spring apart by the sound of the door revealing an open mouthed red headed maid.
Aaannd so it begins...sorry for the delay guys but exams have been kicking my backside xD lemme know if you're still there :)