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Who: Kate, and Rufus
What: Early birthday dinner?, and conversation
When: Monday evening
Where: Starting out in their room, and then...

In two days time, he'd be twenty. Twenty, and already married. Legally, or so he supposed. Was it legal, if it hadn't yet been consummated? He was sure it was... at least, he hoped. Why would that be such an important step? Yes, the point of most marriages was for the purpose of starting a family, but they weren't to that point yet. Likely wouldn't be for some time. They had made a huge commitment, yes, but that didn't mean they had rushed the progress of all aspects of their relationship. They hadn't dated long before, and neither were very knowledgeable about the whole physical relations thing. He also didn't want Kate to feel rushed, or obligated, just because they were married. He'd married her, because he loved her, not because he wanted automatic access to her knickers. He was strange in that sense. Most boys his age were obsessed with sex. He saw it more as a fact of nature... one that still made him blush.

Rufus was thankful that the school required them to separate the week before the full. As where meditation used to be able to keep him in line, now with the temptations of a wife, he found it more difficult to control himself. You didn't become fond of someone's scent, their kisses, their touch, and not have the animal within you take notice. That wasn't to say that he would ever let it get the better of him, but, until he had more study behind him, he didn't want to tempt it. He was happy with what progress they'd had so far. Full blown snog sessions, and heavy petting. He wasn't complaining. Besides, he wanted that first time to be special, to have some sort of meaning. Not just the result of a make out session gone crazy.

After class, he'd logged in a couple of hours at work. There was no show till the following night, so, he got everything set up, that way there would be less to do the following night. After work, he'd stopped by, and bought a shadow box from one of the local stores. He needed something to put his painted guitar picks in, and thought a shadow box would be perfect. He didn't want to use them, for fear that the paint might chip. Even though Wes said he'd sprayed them enough that it wouldn't come off. Still, there was always the chance he could lose one of them, and he didn't want that at all. Pushing open their door room door, his eyes scanned the room, coming to rest upon his wife. "Hiya." He said, crossing the distance between them, and placing a kiss to her lips. "You haven't been waiting too long, have you?" He questioned, setting his purchase down on the computer desk.

Who: Kate, and Rufus
Where: Kate's Room
When: Early evening
What: The newly weds back together again!

It had been over a week now. They'd been married for over a week, and he hadn't seen her since the night of their wedding. Yes, they had chatted on the phone, shared e-mails, but they hadn't been able to see, hug, kiss, or touch one another. Nothing of the sort. Which wasn't at all fun, seeing that they were so found of the embraces they shared. However, it would have been a complete lie, to say that he hadn't enjoyed his time at home. He had, very much. Being in India again, had been an absolutely amazing. Janka, his wife, and their two eldest children had been waiting for him at the airport. From there, they drove to the families home. It was on the ride, that he told them about getting married. Not surprising, they had all been shocked. As well as disappointed, seeing as Janka's eldest daughter, had always held a soft spot for the Scotsman. Not surprising, Janka had been angry with him, because Kate had not come along.

Aside from missing Kate madly, the entire week, he had enjoyed himself. Walking the streets of Bangladesh, playing music for a bit of pocket money, learning new tricks from Janka. Most of which he still hadn't mastered, he would certainly need to practice them, if he wished to have them learned, before the next return trip. Strange, he was already thinking about the next break, and how he didn't plan to see his father that time around. For some reason, he had a feeling that the two would not be on speaking terms at the time. It could just be his pesimistic side showing, but he didn't know what would happen to his relationship with his father, once he learend about Kate.

Leaving had been bittersweet. He would have liked to have spent more time at home, but he was also anxious to get back, and see everyone again. To see Kate. That was why, when he did finally make it back, he literally dropped his stuff onto his bed, dug out Kate's gifts, and headed over to her house. It took him a short while to get in, but luckily, he was able to find her room easy enough, thanks to someone friendly enough to point it out. He couldn't figure out why he felt nervous. Maybe because he feared that the time apart might have changed her mind about him. Or maybe because of the blue velvet box in his jeans pocket. It could be a number of reasons.

Lifting his hand, he knocked briskly upon her door. Swallowing, as he stood back, waiting for her to appear within it's frame. As he heard the handle turn, he found himself straightening up, his eyes glued to the door, as it opened. "Hey..." He said softly, smiling down at her. "I just got back, came over straight away."