Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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hhanonRound 3 - Return of the Meme
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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.
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Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11a/20
Date: 2011-11-21 06:04 pm (UTC)”I do.” Maltravers said.
”Then I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Maltravers kissed his Elizabeth, she was dashing, her green eyes sparkling and her dark blond hair stylish. He had hurried to marry her, when Albert had agreed on helping out with the house.
The wedding was highly informal, they couldn't afford more. The priest had agreed to wed them in the church, for free. It was just them and Blenkinsop and one of Elizabeth's friends (Mary) as witnesses.
”So, I'll buy dinner!” Blenkinsop declared. ”Do you want to come, sir?”
”Oh thank you, colonel. I would be delighted to, but I can't I am afraid.”
The dinner was lovely, Elizabeth had fish and kissed her newly wedded husband. Mary tried to flirt with Blenkinsop, and he didn't ignore her, but demanded that they threw toast after toast for the couple, to avoid the kisses she placed on his neck. Why couldn't the darn priest just tagged along?
Elizabeth had found out the hard way, it was a couple of months after the birth of the first little boy, William. She had greeted the friendly, and generous, colonel at the door. ”Just came to leave this.” He said and handed her a bag with the most adorable sailor-suit in it. ”My mother desperately wants me to get married, so she sends me baby-clothes to encourage me.”
”Oh thank you, colonel.” Elizabeth said. ”Please thank your mother, or maybe she must never know?” It was rather obvious that the clothes where bought at a store. Bessie blushed a little, they didn't have that much money, so the gesture was kind, but still a little bit embarrassing. ”I am going to see the doctor, with William.”
”Is something wrong?” he asked. ”And at this hour?” (later she understood that he knew that she was going)
”No, no, it's just a check-up.” she answered. ”He is a bit odd, but he is very professional.”
”Great, smashing.” he said. ”I trust that George is home?”
”Yes, he is in the livingroom, reading.”
So they had said goodbye, Elizabeth had gone to the doctor with the little one, listened carefully and thanked him. They had talked a lot, not only about William, but also about her. The clock had been almost 9 when she finally came home again. Her husband was probably asleep. She put William in his cradle, and crossed the hallway, opened the door. She was meet by a sight that etched itself in her eyes.
She caught them in a kiss. George, her George, was laying in the bed, with the colonel on top of him, and he was kissing him, they giggled, both had their eyes closed. The kiss was nothing like she had seen before, it was a lot of tongue and sucking and... the sheets where tangled around their bodies, and the colonel's hands where far to low down on her husbands body. Stroking a place they shouldn't.
They reacted in less then a second from that the door opened. The colonel jumped away, almost fell out of the bed. ”Bessie!” HER husband called. She closed the door, or rather slammed it. She was crying, she heard them talking to each other, so she resorted to making herself a something to eat. She heard George whispering in the hallway as the colonel left, she heard how he locked the door. She saw him when he entered the kitchen, his hair was messy, he had only pulled his pants on an his shirt wasn't even buttoned.
”Bess, it isn't...”
She took the sandwich and threw it at him. ”You filthy sodomite!” she screamed at him. ”You horrible man, you perverted... pervert!” He walked up to her, he looked really sorry. ”How long, how long have you been doing these perverted things?!”
”Bessie, I love him.”
”You can not love another man!” she screamed. ”Is the colonel... does he force you to it? He looks perverted with his perfect smile and...”
”Elizabeth, no one is forcing me to do anything. I have loved Albert since I met him at the boarding school.”
”It's perverted. You will have to stop it. You will go to hell!”
Maltravers looked at her. ”No, it will not stop. I love him. You were not meant to know, Bessie.” He hugged her, as she was crying, she hit him, but he didn't move. ”But I can't stop loving him, Bessie.”
”It's wrong.” she said.
”How is love wrong?”
”You are married.” she said.
He sighed. ”I know.”
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11b/20
Date: 2011-11-21 06:04 pm (UTC)The wedding had been grand and it had cost a fortune. Mrs. Maltravers had pointed that out. That it was a waste of money. But Maltravers had just laughed and enjoyed the chicken. Blenkinsop was dancing and laughing and he looked so happy. Like he had never been at war.
They shared long looks and stole kisses in the bathroom. ”Weddings are so romantic.” Blenkinsop said.
”I would like to get married to you, Albert.” Maltravers said.
”What a wedding that would be.” They laughed together and kissed each other again before they headed back to the main room where Blenkinsop kissed his new wife. None of them felt jealous of the other wife, they just accepted it.
After the wedding they started to see each other even more seldom. Not only because Blenkinsop moved into a much larger house, further away from Maltravers.
Many, many years came and passed. And one day Maltravers got up and he wondered why did it always have to come to an end? Maltravers looked over at Blenkinsop who was already getting dressed. None of them said anything, but Blenkinsop fell back into the bed, smiled gently and Maltravers pulled him into a kiss. It wasn't as hot and messy as the one they had shared in the hallway, just an hour earlier. A kiss that had been repressed, the long way from the busstop, where Maltravers had greeted him. So when they finally shut the door, to the little house London, from the rest of the world, the kiss became a reminder of everything they where to loose in just an hour of time. Fingers and hands desperately touching, slowly remembering the other body, finally so happy to be there again. Mustaches tickling, rough skin and the smell of smoke, that familiar taste of one another.
”Do you have to go?” Maltravers asked after breaking their kiss, their not so messy and hot kiss just before it all ends again.
”It's your wife that is about to come home, old bean.” Maltravers nods, and Blenkinsop just looked at him, let's his hand trail down the naked chest. ”And I came here for a reason...”
”The dress, I am so glad that they have the same size.” Maltravers pulled Blenkinsop closer to him, and Blenkinsop buried his head in his chest. ”Means I can see you more often.” Blenkinsop peered at the colorful dress, the dress that was designed to swell with a woman's body. The dress that Mrs. Maltravers had wore at two occasions already and now had so kindly given to Mrs. Blenkinsop. The maternity dress.
”It's not mine.” Blenkinsop said. ”We tried, so many times, but I just couldn't.” He looked up at Maltravers. ”But she acts like it was mine. I just hope she did someone who at least resembles me.” Maltravers chuckled, rested his chin on his head.
”It will be spiffing, children are a blessing, keeps your mind out of... all this.” He signed against the two of them. Now it was Maltravers who got up and pulled his underwear on, then his trousers and Blenkinsop buttoned his shirt for him. They kissed once more, just a quick one, before they helped each other making the bed with new sheets. ”You want something to drink?”
”Please...”
”Tea or coffee?” Maltravers said, and smiled.
”You are an evil man, I'll go and see what is most convenient, you can stuff that bloody dress in a bag.”
”But Bessie ironed it.” Maltravers said. ”She said something about a long bag...” Blenkinsop just shook his head and went down the stairs, picked up his tie from the railing, found his hat too. He smiled about the fresh memories.
And he made himself a cup of tea, since there was no coffee and sat down in the livingroom, pretended like he had been sitting there the whole time when the hallway was filled with children laughter and a stern womans voice.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11c/20
Date: 2011-11-21 06:05 pm (UTC)”Good day, colonel!” Mrs. Maltravers smiled, and Blenkinsop got up to kiss her cheek. ”How is Helen?”
He sat down again. ”She was just fine this morning, but who knows?” It was meant to be a joke, but when he said it he sounded like he was talking about his slaves.
”Oh, where is my husband?” she said.
”The bedroom.” he said. She looked at him, and he reassured her, with just a look, that everything had been taken care of, so that she at least didn't have to add another thing to her long list, nor had she to be remembered about it.
”Oh yes... don't you just love that dress!?” Elizabeth said.
”It's lovely... flowers and... blue and...”
”It's green.”
”Ah.” he said, leaned backwards and bite his lip. William rushed back into the room, clung himself to Blenkinsop's waist.
”Thank you Sir! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” he said, and looked so happy, his clear blue eyes sparkling, just like his father did when he heard a song he really liked.
”What did you get, Charles?”
”Nothing much.” Blenkinsop answered for the child who looked like it was christmas. ”Just a steam engine, it looked like so much fun.”
”Mr. Blenkinsop, we can not accept that, it's to expensive...”
Blenkinsop shook his head, just about to say something when Maltravers came through the door, smiled to his wife, who didn't look at him, just wiped Charles nose. So he ruffled his oldest sons hair. ”What's happened here?”
”I got a steam engine, dad!”
”You and Charles got a steam engine.” Blenkinsop reminded the child who nodded. ”Well I should get going.” he said.
”Do you want another cup of tea?” Mrs. Maltravers asked him.
”No, but thank you, better get home to the mrs to make sure everything is in order!” he smiled. ”Bye lads, God save the King!” He saluted them and smiled when the mimicked him. ”Good bye Mrs. Maltravers.” He turned to Maltravers, swallowed, looked into his blue eyes, nodded and finally took courage.”Bye old bean!” he said with a handshake and left, easy and swiftly. It was better this way, much better without having to twist himself out of Maltravers arms. Having to slowly be thrown back to reality with a last kiss. This was better, much better.
He looked back to the little house, in the outskirts of London, bit his lip. This was how it was going to be until they died. Hopefully.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11c/20
Date: 2011-11-21 06:49 pm (UTC)Lovely add. Thank you.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11c/20
Date: 2011-11-21 09:58 pm (UTC)No, thank you for your comment!
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11c/20
Date: 2011-11-21 08:58 pm (UTC)My darling, I cannot wait for more! I really love what's happening :D But I hope they get to be together properly soon, although the children sound adooorable!! I just want to hug them all!
*kisses hand* Till next time!
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11c/20
Date: 2011-11-21 10:03 pm (UTC)Oh, but you'll have to wait, sweet love. I am happy that you like it, and yes, the kids are utterly adorable!
*curtsies* Yes, till next time!