She knew his eyes were on her, observing how her fingertips traced after, double checking he was at the very least, presentable. The moment felt exactly as it had all those years ago, simple, perfect contentment.
Confusion rippled across her brow as he mentioned someone, another question soon answered after he’d smother her voicing it with him drawing around to reach behind her. Meg’s head tilted knowingly, [color=#008e02]“Matilde…”[/color] and without a further pause, shoulders bobbed indifferently, thumb continuing to caress his jaw, [color=#008e02]“she obviously doesn’t know about the infamous ‘Ruth-cut’ then.” [/color]
Presented with the scissors, she hesitated, thinking. The idea of moving, navigating through the tunnels to elsewhere, losing its appeal the more she dwelt on it.
[color=#008e02]“Maybe. Maybe we do this another time.”[/color] Meg glanced between the shears and his face, brow lowering in thought. [color=#008e02]“Nairn do yo-. Have you followed me to the house?”[/color] She felt it was an unnecessary question, but she was still feeling out the extent of his distant surveillance. [color=#008e02]“Then.. maybe you come to visit. Or stay. Or just you…”[/color] Now she grew awkward, the shyer side of her brimmed to the surface against the anger, relief and joy were gathering momentum.
[color=#008e02]“I just don’t want to go anywhere else. Not right now. I just..”[/color] She pushed the scissors aside, shifting to manoeuvre her way onto his lap. [color=#008e02]“You wanted this, the minute you sat down, you can’t lie to me.”[/color]
Confusion rippled across her brow as he mentioned someone, another question soon answered after he’d smother her voicing it with him drawing around to reach behind her. Meg’s head tilted knowingly, [color=#008e02]“Matilde…”[/color] and without a further pause, shoulders bobbed indifferently, thumb continuing to caress his jaw, [color=#008e02]“she obviously doesn’t know about the infamous ‘Ruth-cut’ then.” [/color]
Presented with the scissors, she hesitated, thinking. The idea of moving, navigating through the tunnels to elsewhere, losing its appeal the more she dwelt on it.
[color=#008e02]“Maybe. Maybe we do this another time.”[/color] Meg glanced between the shears and his face, brow lowering in thought. [color=#008e02]“Nairn do yo-. Have you followed me to the house?”[/color] She felt it was an unnecessary question, but she was still feeling out the extent of his distant surveillance. [color=#008e02]“Then.. maybe you come to visit. Or stay. Or just you…”[/color] Now she grew awkward, the shyer side of her brimmed to the surface against the anger, relief and joy were gathering momentum.
[color=#008e02]“I just don’t want to go anywhere else. Not right now. I just..”[/color] She pushed the scissors aside, shifting to manoeuvre her way onto his lap. [color=#008e02]“You wanted this, the minute you sat down, you can’t lie to me.”[/color]
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