Bridget Carys Llywelyn (symphony_muted) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-04-03 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | bridget llywelyn, saint david |
WHO: Dewi Iwan and Bridget
WHEN: Sunday night
WHERE: Bridget's house
WHAT: falling hard and fast (Originally posted by David)
WARNINGS: schmoop
Iwan put down the trowel and straightened up. He'd spent a few afternoons in the garden, though it didn't need much work. Bridget did take pretty good care of it. The shoots were positively exploding out of the ground, though, their little green leaves spreading in the sun.
Bridget should be home soon, he thought, as he brushed off the knees of his jeans and went to put the gloves and things away. He'd been reading through a few cook books in the morning, determined to find something he could put together and impress Bridget with. Today he felt pretty good. No headaches, and he felt confident, having managed all day being left by himself. The dogs padded about around his feet as he went back into the house to start chopping vegetables.
Yep, Bridget was going to be pretty impressed by him today, he could guarantee it.
Bridget had spent all day assisting with several surgeries and she was tired. The surgeries had all gone well, which meant at least, that she wasn't sad.
She got out of the car and smiled to herself as she walked towards her little house. It was really nice knowing she was coming home to someone. That her pets hadn't been home alone all day. And despite her exhaustion, she smiled even more widely when she stepped through the front door and spotted Iwan in the kitchen.
"I'm home!" she said, slipping her coat off. Lennon and Ringo ran up to her and she grinned, leaning down with her coat half off. "Hey boys!" she cooed at them, scratching their ears. "I missed you!"
Iwan gave Bridget a grin and put his vegetables in the pot to boil. "I'm making soup for dinner! How was your day? Did you save animal lives?" He couldn't help the way he cheered up when he saw her, the way he felt all warm and glad.
"I helped anyway," she said, her voice betraying how tired she was. With a last pat, she rose up and continued taking her coat off so she could hang it up.
"Soup sounds delicious," she said, stepping into the kitchen to boil some water for tea. "I'm starving, actually. How was your day? I hope you weren't too bored."
"Not at all." Iwan batted Bridget's hands away from the kettle and waved her away. "Go sit! Sit! I absolutely insist. Dinner might be a little way off yet, so I'll fix you some bread and butter to tide you over." He stirred the pot again before doing as he'd said. Bridget looking so tired made him want to hug her and make it all better for her.
Bridget chuckled and she went to sit at the table, already feeling much better. Something to eat and some tea would undoubtedly perk her right back up. "You're so sweet," she said with a smile. "You don't have to cook me dinner!"
"I want to. It's to pay you back for your kindness." When the jug was boiled, Iwan fixed Bridget a cup of tea and set it down in front of her. "I don't think I'll ever be done paying you back," he added, giving her a smile. Impulsively, he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, then hurriedly turned away back to check his food, blushing. What on earth had possessed him to do that?
Bridget sat frozen in shock for a moment as Iwan turned away to check the food. She swallowed a little roughly and then she turned to watch him. "Iwan, you don't...owe me anything." He didn't realise she had raised a hand to her cheek where he had kissed it. "I do appreciate it though. Very much."
"Anything for you," he said quickly, stirring the soup with a little more attention than it probably needed. Oh god, what had he done that for? He snuck a peek at her though, to try and gauge her reaction.
Bridget watched him stir, slightly obsessively, and she cocked her head to the side. "Everything alright, Iwan?" she asked gently, trying to act as if a kiss on the cheek was utterly normal while she completely ignored the butterflies in her stomach.
"Yup, yup, fine!" He did not want to mention the bizarre dream he'd had that morning, about the monk that had turned into Bridget, and then she took off the robes and looked like the Botticelli painting of Venus underneath. He wasn't sure exactly when it was he'd fallen so hard for her, but he knew he was in love with Bridget and didn't know how to say it, except to do things for her and make her happy.
Bridget couldn't help but love that there was someone here with her, keeping her company and doing lovely things like making dinner and fixing her tea. She had had relationships, but she had never lived with someone like this before who wasn't family. It had only been a few days, but already it was nice. Iwan was kind and easy to be around. They laughed and talked and it was simple.
Bridget didn't want him to go. She felt guilty about that. He didn't know who he was, and he had a home somewhere, or at least he had had one. She assumed he didn't have family and that he was single because no missing person's reports had been made with his description and nothing had surfaced about him. Even if he was unattached, she felt a little bit like she was living with someone who wasn't real. But he was real, and in front of her.
She stood and moved closer to him, peering into the pot. "It smells delicious," she said, smiling at him, her cheeks flushing red.
"Thank you. I thought it looked pretty good in the book." Iwan turned to give Bridget a shy smile. She was the only real friend he had right now. He felt a little guilty that he wasn't trying hard enough to find his past, but if he did, he might lose her and then it would hardly be worth it if you couldn't remember his family.
"Sorry about the kiss just then, it just sorta happened," he said, glancing at her.
Bridget's smile just widened when he shyly apologised for kissing her. He was unreal. In her experience, men didn't apologise when they groped you walking past, whether it was on purpose or not. They didn't apologise for taking liberties. All he had done was peck her cheek and Bridget found she didn't want him to be sorry he had done so.
"Don't be sorry," she said, reaching out for his hand. "I didn't mind."
Iwan gave Bridget's hand a light squeeze when she took his.
"I don't want to go," he said after a moment. "I don't want to leave here."
Bridget didn't want him to either, but it seemed against his recovery to hope he didn't at least regain his memories.
"I don't want you to either," she admitted quietly. "I would let you stay here with me as long as you wanted. And Iwan, there isn't any reason you would have to leave. I'm your friend now. And anything that comes along, we can deal with it together, okay? If that means...your memories coming back or anything else. Just because your memories come back doesn't mean you gave to go." Oh she hoped.
"You're more than just a friend," Iwan said, nodding in response to her words. "Bridget... would it be stepping over the line if I said I-" He paused. Maybe it'd be too much to say he loved her so soon. "-I would like to kiss you. The thought of being without you terrifies me."
It wasn't over the line at all. It was exactly what she wanted. "I would like that too," she whispered, stepping forward. The thought of being without him didn't terrify her, but she understood why it terrified him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this might be transference and she shouldn't do it, but she didn't care. He radiated calm and love in a way she had never experienced and couldn't understand. "You don't have to think about that. Just kiss me."
Iwan smiled, took a calming breath, then leaned down to kiss Bridget lightly on the mouth. Then a second kiss. Then he slid his arm around her waist and tugged her in close to kiss her firmly. He was sort of glad he didn't remember kissing anyone else, just so he could remember this kiss perfectly.
Bridget slid her arms around him and she she kissed him back, slowly at first, and then slightly more deeply. She pulled back to catch her breath, resting her forehead against his. She let out a breathy laugh and she said, "I feel a little like I'm stealing your innocence away!"
Iwan laughed, feeling giddy with happiness. "You're not taking anything I'm not willing to give," he said, reaching up to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "You're so beautiful, I've always thought so." He pressed another kiss to her lips, hardly able to let go of her for a moment.
Bridget forgot she had felt exhausted when she walked in the door. She forgot she had been quite hungry and she had just wanted to sit and sip tea. Now all she wanted to be doing was this.
"You did?" she asked, her cheeks flushing red as she ducked her head. "Iwan, you are so sweet. It made me happy to see you every day. It still does."
Iwan grinned. "You are-" he began, when the hissing of the soup pot boiling over interrupted him. With an exclamation of shock he grabbed for a teatowel and hurriedly pulled the pot off the heat. "Eh heh. Sorry."
Bridget laughed and she reached out to run a hand down his back. "It's okay! I have burned many a pot roast because I lost track of what I was doing. Never in quite so wonderful a way though. So, Iwan, what am I?"
"Kind, generous, adorable, sweet, clever, talented, understanding- need I go on?" he asked with a sly smile. He couldn't believe his luck that he was getting away with this. He wanted to always have her near. "I know I don't remember who I was, but, can you forgive that and we'll deal with it if it ever comes up? Judge me for who I am now, not who I might have been?"
Bridget nodded quickly. "Of course I can!" She knew sometimes that people with his kind of injuries did have drastic personality changes, but she had to believe this was the man he was, simply minus a few memories. It was easier that way. "We'll deal with it if it comes up, but now is what we have." She put her hands on his face and kissed him softly. "And Iwan, I think you are all of those things as well."
She bit her lip and then she gave him a coy look. "And I think you don't have to stay on the sofa tonight. If you don't want to." Bridget just wanted someone to hold her while she slept, if nothing else.
Iwan was uncomprehending for a moment, then his mouth fell open in an "ohh" of comprehension. "Wow. Sure," he said, leaning in to kiss her again, his fingers tangling in her hair, trying to act like it wasn't a big deal when it really really was.
Bridget had to stifle a giggle and then he leaned in to kiss her again. 'Wow sure' had to be the most innocent reply she had ever had when inviting a man to her bed. As he leaned in, a giggle escaped her throat and instead of leaning into the kiss, she leaned into his shoulder, laughing loudly against him.
Just so he didn't feel horrible, she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers making their way into his hair. "Iwan, you are too much," she said, incredibly amused.
Iwan rolled his eyes, but he smiled at her amusement. "I'm glad you're happy, at least," he said dryly, patting her shoulder.
Bridget leaned back and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You, might be the most adorable and unique man I have ever met," she said fondly. "And if you feed me right very now, I'll let you sleep in my bed tonight."
"A finer deal was never struck," Iwan was quick to assure her, and busied himself by buttering a piece of bread for Bridget to get by on, and then going to finish the soup.