Part 45: link
“Told あなた so,” Arthur whispers into her neck.
“I didn’t doubt you,” she tells him, still running her fingers through his hair.
He straightens up and looks at her, his face still sad. “That news 記事 just makes it so… real, あなた know? Not that I didn’t think it wasn’t real, but actually seeing it documented in black and white, so detached like that, as if she wasn’t the 愛 of someone’s life, wasn’t someone’s mother…”
“Shh, love,” she gently pulls his head back down to her shoulder, キス his head.
They sit there a few もっと見る moments, holding each other in the dim light as the storm rages outside.
“Arthur?” she finally says.
“Hmm?”
“You smell like fish.” She kisses his head again.
“Oh!” he says, lifting his head, feigning a look of hurt. “And I suppose あなた don’t?” He leans back in and sniffs her, making a great 表示する of it, sniffing everywhere he can find as Gwen descends into a fit of giggles.
“Hmm. あなた don’t. That’s hardly fair,” he pouts.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t the one swinging 魚 guts around the kitchen, either,” she laughs.
“So are あなた suggesting that I shower?”
“Probably couldn’t hurt. And I’d go now if I were you.”
“I’m that bad?”
“No, you’ll want to take advantage while there’s still hot water. With the power out and all, あなた know.”
“Good point.” He helps her out of his lap, and stands. Before she can walk away he pulls her to him for a great hug, completely surrounding her.
“Thank you,” he whispers to her. For making me confront this, for being here, for making me laugh when it was time.
“You’re welcome,” a muffled voice comes from the vicinity of his chest. He loosens his grip enough to bend down to キッス her, a soft, longing kiss, his way of saying the words that he isn’t always able to form. One hand slides up to touch the bare skin on the 上, ページのトップへ of her back, to her shoulder, the other hand around her waist.
He breaks the kiss, and with a last, “I 愛 you,” he goes to シャワー the 魚 smell away. Gwen picks up the box and follows, placing it on a side 表, テーブル in the bedroom so they don’t forget to bring it along when they leave tomorrow.
Dining room? Too formal. Kitchen? Not intimate enough. Gwen wanders the house, formulating plans for the evening. And lighting candles, as it isn’t getting any brighter out and soon it will be evening. The days are getting shorter already. She enters the parlor.
Hmm. That 表, テーブル will do nicely. Just need to 移動する a few things. She goes to a low, wide rectangular 表, テーブル in front of a sofa and pulls it into the center of the room. There is a large shallow bowl in the center of the 表, テーブル with some artificial lemons in it that she removes to a side table.
Pillows. She turns and takes some throw pillows from the furniture and puts them on the floor on two sides of the 表, テーブル before going in 検索 of 表, テーブル linens.
She goes to a hallway closet. Nope. Not here. She hears the シャワー turn off, so she walks to the bedroom.
“Do あなた know where I might find a tablecloth?” she asks as he emerges with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Here,” he removes the towel and hands it to her.
“Very funny,” she says, not taking the towel and stubbornly not looking anywhere but his face.
“Try the sideboard in the dining room.”
“Oh yeah, silly me.” She turns and walks out, but not before noticing Arthur’s pout at her lack of reaction to his behavior. She grins once she’s out of sight.
Gwen sets the 表, テーブル for two, places some candles on it, and steps back. Candles don’t match, but who cares? Not like he’ll notice.
As she exits the room, something catches her eye. It looks like another sideboard, but there is a power cord coming out of the back of it. She goes in for a closer inspection, and finds that it’s actually an old hi-fi record player console, complete with a large collection of record albums.
“No way,” she mumbles, and starts flipping through the records.
“That was my Gran’s,” Arthur says from the doorway.
“Does it work?” she asks.
“Not a the moment, but when there is electricity, it does. At least it did last we checked.”
“Your Gran had quite the collection here. Bach, Beethoven, Beethoven, Chopin, Haydn, Holst, Liszt,” she pauses, looking up with a smile. “They’re alphabetized.” Arthur laughs at the fact that Gwen seems pleased によって this as she continues. “Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Prokofieff, Schumann – Robert and Clara, Strauss, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky, Wagner. Wow.”
“Gran was a コンサート pianist.”
“Did she give あなた lessons?” she asks, remembering that he used to play.
“No, she was away a lot,” he says. “But she arranged for me to have them and even paid for them.”
Clearly his grandmother was someone special, Gwen thinks, smiling.
“There should be もっと見る yet in there,” he says, stepping closer.
“Yes, there’s a divider and another stack. Oh! Louis Armstrong, Tony Bennett, John Coltrane, Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, Lionel Hampton, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Dean Martin, Glenn Miller, Bud Powell, Frank Sinatra, Mel Tormé. Your Gran had some taste.” I wish the power were on.
She sighs and slides the lid closed. “Do あなた think あなた can handle getting a 火災, 火 started for me while I prep dinner?”
“Already?”
“Yes, it needs to be nice and hot with enough coals for me to cook on.”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
She kisses him. “If あなた need help, let me know,” she teases.
“I’ll just throw some petrol on it,” he kisses her back.
“Don’t あなた dare. あなた smell good now, don’t ruin it.” She kisses him a final time and walks away before he can persuade her to stay longer.
They dine によって candlelight, sitting on the floor at the low table. Gwen has changed into Capri pants and has put a short-sleeved ブラウス on like a light ジャケット over her tank top, and her hair is now loose. The change in the weather has caused a drop in temperature, but the storm is winding down. Every now and then they hear a distant rumble of thunder, and the rain has slowed some.
“So if everything is in foil pouches, how do あなた know when it’s done?” Arthur asks, peering at the perfectly-cooked bite of 魚 on the end of his fork.
“Well, I do open them and look periodically, あなた know. I’m not a magician,” she chuckles.
“You are to me,” he says. “The things あなた do constantly amaze me. I mean, how lucky am I to find a woman who can not only cook 魚 this good but it also willing to go out and catch 発言しました fish?”
“You are very lucky,” she smiles impishly at him. He picks up her hand and kisses it.
“And あなた are very beautiful,” he tells her, enjoying how the light from the candles and the fireplace glints warmly on her skin and reflects ゴールド in her eyes. He kisses her hand again before releasing it to take a drink.
“I wish the power were on,” Gwen says.
“I don’t. I’m rather enjoying this,” Arthur says.
“No, what I mean is if we had electricity, then we could have some 音楽 while we eat.”
“I could sing for あなた again,” he laughs.
“Um, no, that’s all right,” she joins his laughter.
“I was thinking,” Arthur begins after a minute.
“Yes?”
“About having ディナー with my father. He usually goes to his club on Wednesday nights for dinner. I’ll see if he wants some company.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I mean, I know I’m just getting off work that 日 and it’s not exactly fair to abandon あなた for dinner…”
“No, this is important. I think I’ll survive. Besides, I’ll be waiting for あなた when あなた get home.”
He smiles. “Always something to look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to. And I’ll come have lunch with あなた for sure, then.”
“I think it’s brilliant, going to his territory. He’ll be comfortable, and since it’s his club and there will be people around, he’ll be less likely to make a scene if he gets agitated.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He takes a bite of potato. “These potatoes are really good, too, によって the way.”
“Thank you. It’s all very simple cooking; don’t be so impressed. Campfire food. Even あなた could manage it, probably.”
He laughs again, and the power suddenly snaps back on. They look around, blinking, forks paused mid-air, mouths open.
Arthur shrugs. “No lights on in here anyway,” he says, continuing to eat.
Gwen stands and goes to the record player. She flips through the albums and decides on Frank Sinatra.
“Need any help?” Arthur asks.
“No, I’ve got it,” she says, and the 音楽 starts. She adjusts the volume down. “Too loud? Too soft?”
“Nope, it’s fine, love.”
She walks back to the table, pausing to throw another log into the fireplace, and sits back down.
“Happy now?” he asks.
“Yes,” she smiles at him, content that the final piece of the romantic atmosphere is in place.
“We have a whole room full of records in the basement of the library,” she tells him, setting her fork down. “No one is interested in them anymore, so they sit.”
“That’s really too bad. Couldn’t あなた find a collector または something?”
She shakes her head. “We tried. Collectors only want albums in pristine condition, not ones that have been handled and mishandled によって careless としょうかん, ライブラリ patrons.”
Arthur finishes as well, and Gwen stands to clear the plates. He stands to help her, and the song changes on the record. Strangers in the Night.
He listens a minute. This is a good song, he thinks. He takes the plates out of Guinevere’s hands and sets them back down on the table.
“Arthur, what…?” Gwen asks, as Arthur pulls her into his arms.
He takes her hands and puts them up around his neck. “Would あなた like to dance?” he asks softly in her ear, the exact same thing he 発言しました to her when they first danced.
She smiles, his warm lips and breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine. They dance slowly to the music, completely absorbed in one another, much like they were that first night.
Her fingers once again find their way into the hair at the base of his skull. His hands once again rove around, this time もっと見る boldly, sliding up underneath the back of her ブラウス so he can feel her skin under his fingers.
She leans closer and turns her head, resting her cheek on his chest and closing her eyes, trusting him to keep her upright. I can hear his ハート, 心 beating. Her shoulders start to ache slightly, and she slides her hands down his chest and threads them under his arms and around his back. One of his hands wanders down to rest on her backside and he rests his head on 上, ページのトップへ of hers.
There is no world outside of this room.
As the song ends and the 次 song (That’s Life, which is hardly romantic) begins, Gwen realizes that they haven’t really been dancing for the last couple 分 so much as they’ve been standing still and holding each other. That’s okay, too.
“You were supposed to be being compliant to my will this evening, あなた know,” she reminds him, smiling against his chest.
“One little dance doesn’t count,” he says, キス her hair.
She leans back and kisses the hollow between his collarbones, touching her tongue to his skin briefly as she does so. He sighs and closes his eyes.
“I’ll clean this up, since あなた cooked,” he declares. He bends down and kisses her on the lips before reluctantly releasing her from his arms.
Perfect opportunity, thinks Gwen. She goes to the stereo and takes the record off, puts it back in its sleeve and places it back exactly where she found it in the stack. Once Arthur is in the kitchen, she slips back to the bedroom.
Part 47: link
“Told あなた so,” Arthur whispers into her neck.
“I didn’t doubt you,” she tells him, still running her fingers through his hair.
He straightens up and looks at her, his face still sad. “That news 記事 just makes it so… real, あなた know? Not that I didn’t think it wasn’t real, but actually seeing it documented in black and white, so detached like that, as if she wasn’t the 愛 of someone’s life, wasn’t someone’s mother…”
“Shh, love,” she gently pulls his head back down to her shoulder, キス his head.
They sit there a few もっと見る moments, holding each other in the dim light as the storm rages outside.
“Arthur?” she finally says.
“Hmm?”
“You smell like fish.” She kisses his head again.
“Oh!” he says, lifting his head, feigning a look of hurt. “And I suppose あなた don’t?” He leans back in and sniffs her, making a great 表示する of it, sniffing everywhere he can find as Gwen descends into a fit of giggles.
“Hmm. あなた don’t. That’s hardly fair,” he pouts.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t the one swinging 魚 guts around the kitchen, either,” she laughs.
“So are あなた suggesting that I shower?”
“Probably couldn’t hurt. And I’d go now if I were you.”
“I’m that bad?”
“No, you’ll want to take advantage while there’s still hot water. With the power out and all, あなた know.”
“Good point.” He helps her out of his lap, and stands. Before she can walk away he pulls her to him for a great hug, completely surrounding her.
“Thank you,” he whispers to her. For making me confront this, for being here, for making me laugh when it was time.
“You’re welcome,” a muffled voice comes from the vicinity of his chest. He loosens his grip enough to bend down to キッス her, a soft, longing kiss, his way of saying the words that he isn’t always able to form. One hand slides up to touch the bare skin on the 上, ページのトップへ of her back, to her shoulder, the other hand around her waist.
He breaks the kiss, and with a last, “I 愛 you,” he goes to シャワー the 魚 smell away. Gwen picks up the box and follows, placing it on a side 表, テーブル in the bedroom so they don’t forget to bring it along when they leave tomorrow.
Dining room? Too formal. Kitchen? Not intimate enough. Gwen wanders the house, formulating plans for the evening. And lighting candles, as it isn’t getting any brighter out and soon it will be evening. The days are getting shorter already. She enters the parlor.
Hmm. That 表, テーブル will do nicely. Just need to 移動する a few things. She goes to a low, wide rectangular 表, テーブル in front of a sofa and pulls it into the center of the room. There is a large shallow bowl in the center of the 表, テーブル with some artificial lemons in it that she removes to a side table.
Pillows. She turns and takes some throw pillows from the furniture and puts them on the floor on two sides of the 表, テーブル before going in 検索 of 表, テーブル linens.
She goes to a hallway closet. Nope. Not here. She hears the シャワー turn off, so she walks to the bedroom.
“Do あなた know where I might find a tablecloth?” she asks as he emerges with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Here,” he removes the towel and hands it to her.
“Very funny,” she says, not taking the towel and stubbornly not looking anywhere but his face.
“Try the sideboard in the dining room.”
“Oh yeah, silly me.” She turns and walks out, but not before noticing Arthur’s pout at her lack of reaction to his behavior. She grins once she’s out of sight.
Gwen sets the 表, テーブル for two, places some candles on it, and steps back. Candles don’t match, but who cares? Not like he’ll notice.
As she exits the room, something catches her eye. It looks like another sideboard, but there is a power cord coming out of the back of it. She goes in for a closer inspection, and finds that it’s actually an old hi-fi record player console, complete with a large collection of record albums.
“No way,” she mumbles, and starts flipping through the records.
“That was my Gran’s,” Arthur says from the doorway.
“Does it work?” she asks.
“Not a the moment, but when there is electricity, it does. At least it did last we checked.”
“Your Gran had quite the collection here. Bach, Beethoven, Beethoven, Chopin, Haydn, Holst, Liszt,” she pauses, looking up with a smile. “They’re alphabetized.” Arthur laughs at the fact that Gwen seems pleased によって this as she continues. “Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Prokofieff, Schumann – Robert and Clara, Strauss, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky, Wagner. Wow.”
“Gran was a コンサート pianist.”
“Did she give あなた lessons?” she asks, remembering that he used to play.
“No, she was away a lot,” he says. “But she arranged for me to have them and even paid for them.”
Clearly his grandmother was someone special, Gwen thinks, smiling.
“There should be もっと見る yet in there,” he says, stepping closer.
“Yes, there’s a divider and another stack. Oh! Louis Armstrong, Tony Bennett, John Coltrane, Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, Lionel Hampton, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Dean Martin, Glenn Miller, Bud Powell, Frank Sinatra, Mel Tormé. Your Gran had some taste.” I wish the power were on.
She sighs and slides the lid closed. “Do あなた think あなた can handle getting a 火災, 火 started for me while I prep dinner?”
“Already?”
“Yes, it needs to be nice and hot with enough coals for me to cook on.”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
She kisses him. “If あなた need help, let me know,” she teases.
“I’ll just throw some petrol on it,” he kisses her back.
“Don’t あなた dare. あなた smell good now, don’t ruin it.” She kisses him a final time and walks away before he can persuade her to stay longer.
They dine によって candlelight, sitting on the floor at the low table. Gwen has changed into Capri pants and has put a short-sleeved ブラウス on like a light ジャケット over her tank top, and her hair is now loose. The change in the weather has caused a drop in temperature, but the storm is winding down. Every now and then they hear a distant rumble of thunder, and the rain has slowed some.
“So if everything is in foil pouches, how do あなた know when it’s done?” Arthur asks, peering at the perfectly-cooked bite of 魚 on the end of his fork.
“Well, I do open them and look periodically, あなた know. I’m not a magician,” she chuckles.
“You are to me,” he says. “The things あなた do constantly amaze me. I mean, how lucky am I to find a woman who can not only cook 魚 this good but it also willing to go out and catch 発言しました fish?”
“You are very lucky,” she smiles impishly at him. He picks up her hand and kisses it.
“And あなた are very beautiful,” he tells her, enjoying how the light from the candles and the fireplace glints warmly on her skin and reflects ゴールド in her eyes. He kisses her hand again before releasing it to take a drink.
“I wish the power were on,” Gwen says.
“I don’t. I’m rather enjoying this,” Arthur says.
“No, what I mean is if we had electricity, then we could have some 音楽 while we eat.”
“I could sing for あなた again,” he laughs.
“Um, no, that’s all right,” she joins his laughter.
“I was thinking,” Arthur begins after a minute.
“Yes?”
“About having ディナー with my father. He usually goes to his club on Wednesday nights for dinner. I’ll see if he wants some company.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I mean, I know I’m just getting off work that 日 and it’s not exactly fair to abandon あなた for dinner…”
“No, this is important. I think I’ll survive. Besides, I’ll be waiting for あなた when あなた get home.”
He smiles. “Always something to look フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして to. And I’ll come have lunch with あなた for sure, then.”
“I think it’s brilliant, going to his territory. He’ll be comfortable, and since it’s his club and there will be people around, he’ll be less likely to make a scene if he gets agitated.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He takes a bite of potato. “These potatoes are really good, too, によって the way.”
“Thank you. It’s all very simple cooking; don’t be so impressed. Campfire food. Even あなた could manage it, probably.”
He laughs again, and the power suddenly snaps back on. They look around, blinking, forks paused mid-air, mouths open.
Arthur shrugs. “No lights on in here anyway,” he says, continuing to eat.
Gwen stands and goes to the record player. She flips through the albums and decides on Frank Sinatra.
“Need any help?” Arthur asks.
“No, I’ve got it,” she says, and the 音楽 starts. She adjusts the volume down. “Too loud? Too soft?”
“Nope, it’s fine, love.”
She walks back to the table, pausing to throw another log into the fireplace, and sits back down.
“Happy now?” he asks.
“Yes,” she smiles at him, content that the final piece of the romantic atmosphere is in place.
“We have a whole room full of records in the basement of the library,” she tells him, setting her fork down. “No one is interested in them anymore, so they sit.”
“That’s really too bad. Couldn’t あなた find a collector または something?”
She shakes her head. “We tried. Collectors only want albums in pristine condition, not ones that have been handled and mishandled によって careless としょうかん, ライブラリ patrons.”
Arthur finishes as well, and Gwen stands to clear the plates. He stands to help her, and the song changes on the record. Strangers in the Night.
He listens a minute. This is a good song, he thinks. He takes the plates out of Guinevere’s hands and sets them back down on the table.
“Arthur, what…?” Gwen asks, as Arthur pulls her into his arms.
He takes her hands and puts them up around his neck. “Would あなた like to dance?” he asks softly in her ear, the exact same thing he 発言しました to her when they first danced.
She smiles, his warm lips and breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine. They dance slowly to the music, completely absorbed in one another, much like they were that first night.
Her fingers once again find their way into the hair at the base of his skull. His hands once again rove around, this time もっと見る boldly, sliding up underneath the back of her ブラウス so he can feel her skin under his fingers.
She leans closer and turns her head, resting her cheek on his chest and closing her eyes, trusting him to keep her upright. I can hear his ハート, 心 beating. Her shoulders start to ache slightly, and she slides her hands down his chest and threads them under his arms and around his back. One of his hands wanders down to rest on her backside and he rests his head on 上, ページのトップへ of hers.
There is no world outside of this room.
As the song ends and the 次 song (That’s Life, which is hardly romantic) begins, Gwen realizes that they haven’t really been dancing for the last couple 分 so much as they’ve been standing still and holding each other. That’s okay, too.
“You were supposed to be being compliant to my will this evening, あなた know,” she reminds him, smiling against his chest.
“One little dance doesn’t count,” he says, キス her hair.
She leans back and kisses the hollow between his collarbones, touching her tongue to his skin briefly as she does so. He sighs and closes his eyes.
“I’ll clean this up, since あなた cooked,” he declares. He bends down and kisses her on the lips before reluctantly releasing her from his arms.
Perfect opportunity, thinks Gwen. She goes to the stereo and takes the record off, puts it back in its sleeve and places it back exactly where she found it in the stack. Once Arthur is in the kitchen, she slips back to the bedroom.
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