[He lets her pour; meanwhile, he wipes the counters clear of debris, hoping it'll clear his head. It doesn't. He keeps--shamefully--wandering back to the thought of her, under his hands, his mouth. No, he tells himself, he has to apologize first.
And then he remembers the present he got her, and his head whips around to the delicate little bag, right there, baby-blue and white and lacy. He moves to retrieve it. Maybe he should save it; now's not the right time. Or is it? Is there a right time for this sort of thing? 'I love you, I'm sorry I'm an ass, now here, take this--'
It strikes him as a distinctly...inappropriate thing to give in exchange for something as loaded with meaning as a woman's maidenhood.
The thought strikes him as old-fashioned. Is it? He wonders how she thinks of this. As quickly as he can, he finishes his task, little bag dangling on one wrist, a bit ridiculous.]
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Date: 2012-02-22 01:34 pm (UTC)And then he remembers the present he got her, and his head whips around to the delicate little bag, right there, baby-blue and white and lacy. He moves to retrieve it. Maybe he should save it; now's not the right time. Or is it? Is there a right time for this sort of thing? 'I love you, I'm sorry I'm an ass, now here, take this--'
It strikes him as a distinctly...inappropriate thing to give in exchange for something as loaded with meaning as a woman's maidenhood.
The thought strikes him as old-fashioned. Is it? He wonders how she thinks of this. As quickly as he can, he finishes his task, little bag dangling on one wrist, a bit ridiculous.]