Who: Matilda Dukelow and Marcus Flint What: Their dinner date Where: Around, really. When: Saturday evening. Rating: Low, I'm figuring. Status: Closed and incomplete.
Truth be told, Matilda was nervous about the dinner that was going to transpire with Marcus that evening. The two had a lovely time at the bar and his ward to her seemed to do all of the talking; it was short and sweet, two things that she just wasn’t expecting from him. The two made their plans and went on with their day but much to her utter annoyance, she just wasn’t able to get him out of her head. She liked the way his hands felt on her cheek the other day at the bar; though his touch was long forgotten, the instantaneous rush of emotion she felt when he confessed his feelings to her was reason enough for her to keep looking for his owl.
Her true question to herself was how long had she been feeling those things for Marcus? Surely she liked her time that she had with Ben but the kiss that happened in the Hospital Wing that night was not one that you would forget even if you tried to charm your memory away. Even as she stood there in her bedroom, Matilda’s fingers were raised to her lips in a remembrance of what it felt like to have his mouth against hers in such a secret, haunted passion. She loved it, she really did- her mind telling her that saying anything other than that would be a bold faced lie.
Through the years, Matilda had been waiting for him in her head and the empty relationship she had with the man who had moved her into the city. This would have been handy knowledge to her, but she had no idea that it was him that she wanted. Her dating adventures had been mostly been with the prat kept her away from Marcus for the past few years. She let out a low sigh and was about to get busy with feeling sorry for herself when she heard a knock on her door. With a slight jump, Matilda ran over to the door and opened it cautiously, her eyes wide and full of curiosity. She was too pleased to see that it was Marcus on the other side of the door; without questioning, she pulled him into her room and locked the door behind them.
“Who let you in? You look wonderful, Marcus. Absolutely handsome.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him close, her nose finding the nook in his neck.