Arriving in France (Part Deux)

[broadsword_babe]

Continued from here.

"We need to discuss something rather important..."

She isn't sure whether it is his tone of voice or his choice of words, but every wall she has ever hidden behind suddenly snaps right back into place.

"Oh?" she asks, trying to be nonchalant. "And what's that, then?"

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[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

He's surprised at her, only because she seems to be rambling at first. He has never seen her be this nervous before. Nor has he ever heard her ramble on as much as she did there.

He was almost as lost at what she was talking about when she started, but quickly caught on when he took away the nervous ramble. It was the last part that meant the most to him, anyway.

"This isn't a movie with Bill Murray, unfortunately." he says softly, his hands crossed in front of his chest.

"I just want to know if you know why I'm so upset with what you asked me. Do you honestly understand?"

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She sighs again and tries not to fidget like she so often does when she's nervous. She nods in answer to his question.

"You've worked hard to leave all that behind you," she replies. "You've changed despite everyone's thinking you couldn't, or wouldn't. And I've see you change. So, yeah, it wasn't exactly well done of me to doubt that."

She hopes that's the answer he's looking for because it's the only one she can come up with at the moment. It takes her a minute to realize the last time she was this nervous was the day she married Arthur.

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"On one level, I understand it. MacLeod doubted me as well. He doubted me because he had relations with Cassandra and a past with her as well. You have a different relationship with Cassandra, but she's part of your past as well. Cassandra can...do that to people. Leave doubts and make me out to be the bad guy. I was the bad guy. I wasn't good. I'm not like that. I'm not a headhunter. I'm not a CEO of a company or an alpha male. I've changed. Why she can't see that, I don't know."

He sighs, "So, I understand. I do. I just thought that you trusted me or thought better of me then you did."

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Quinn sighs and leans against the countertop. "It's because she's played a victim for so long that she can't think of herself as anything else, and anyone trying to prove her wrong is out of line."

Part of her wants to go to him, wrap her arms around him, prove that she does trust him. But the warrior in her refuses to acknowledge the snivelling damsel.

"I do trust you. I didn't mean to sound like I was accusing you of anything. I wasn't. Guess what I meant t'ask was how you felt about me, and I just went about it completely th'wrong way."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Well, how do you think that I feel about you? Honestly?" He asks.

He's curious to see how he is portrayed by her. How are his actions and emotions coming across? He thought that they were loud and clear, but now he has doubts of that.

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She tries not to fidget with the hem of her summery dress as she looks down at the floor, thinking, remembering. She certainly knows how she feels about him.

She trusts him. That infectious, cheeky, mischievous, impish smirk of his makes it hard not to. She's fallen asleep with him ever night since moving to New York. She wouldn't have been able to if she didn't trust him. She feels safe with him. Not because he'll protect her, She would hope he knows better than that, but because she's not afraid of him.

Of course, he's been able to do the same. There have been quite a few nights when she had just watched him sleep, well aware that she could kill him and walk away. It's a good thing she's not that heartless. And he trusts her.

That's what makes what they had (no, have) so important to her. She's not willing to give up the fight just because of one skirmish.

She walks over to him and takes his hands in hers. She runs her thumbs over the backs of his knuckles and looks up at him.

"You trust me," she says simply. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have fallen asleep with me. And you love me. Otherwise you never would've suggested building a house together.

"Nowadays, that doesn't mean much when folk can pack up and move three thousand miles without too much trouble," she adds. "But we're old enough to remember a time when a house wasn't just four walls and a roof. It was a home, a sanctuary, and the fact you want something so permanent with me means a lot. I'm just a bloody eejit for questioning that."

She swallows hard, not realising it would be so difficult to ask this, but she does anyway. "Forgive me?"

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He listens to her and nods with each point that she makes.

"I do trust you, Freya. I never thought that I would really be able to. At least not with another immortal that would love me. You love me and I hope trust me, even though you asked that question that suggested that you didn't."

He shakes his head as he looks down at her hands, "I'm willing to overlook it." He looks at her, "I'm not going to leave you. I love you too much to do that. However, I might...be more cautious from now on."

"I do forgive you, though."

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She breathes a sigh of relief and smiles up at him.

"Fair enough," she answers, still smiling. "I will say this much, though. I'm through pushing you, testing what we have, and putting snakes in beds."

She then wraps her arms around his waist and lightly kisses his chin. "And speaking of beds, y'still wanna sleep in another room?"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's a relief." He says with a small grin because he really hates thinking about snakes in his bed.

He looks down at her for a moment, "No. I think I'll sleep with you tonight. I don't like to go to bed angry. It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay."

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"Good, because I'd rather not think of the alternative."

She couldn't help but indulge in a nice, long snog. Somewhere along the line, the warrior had been replaced by the woman, and she knows that as long as they're together, all's right with the world.

"So, any special requests for dinner?"

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"It's unthinkable." He says before she indulges in such a kiss.

He wraps his arms around her so he can hold her close to his body for a moment. It's as if he is re-familiarizing her against him again because it was close to not having her with him at all.

He pulls back, "I don't have any request, but I will help you."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

She doesn't mind being that close to him at all. It's a reminder both how close she came to losing him as well as the fact he decided to stay.

"Fair enough," she replied, smiling. "I was thinking something along the lines of chicken in a white wine sauce with some celery and carrots thrown in. It'll have t'cook for about an hour. So, we can do a bit more of a tour until it's ready or whatever..."

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"I believe a tour is in order. I would like to see the stables and all of the hard work that you put into them."

He looks at her, "I just wonder what happened to the people that were supposed to look after this place. We aren't going to find some dead bodies laying about, are we?"

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"Tour it is," she replies, stepping away from him. "Michelle and Henri are only here part time. Maybe once a week? I asked Michelle to stock the pantry and fridge before we got here. Henri must have cleaned up the yard."

As she's talking, she pulls out the ingredients and puts them on the counter: chicken, carrots, celery and onion.