Part 45: link
“Told আপনি 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 প্রবন্ধ just makes it so… real, আপনি 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 প্রণয় of someone’s life, wasn’t someone’s mother…”
“Shh, love,” she gently pulls his head back down to her shoulder, স্নেহ চুম্বন his head.
They sit there a few আরো 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 আপনি don’t?” He leans back in and sniffs her, making a great প্রদর্শনী of it, sniffing everywhere he can find as Gwen descends into a fit of giggles.
“Hmm. আপনি don’t. That’s hardly fair,” he pouts.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t the one swinging মাছ guts around the kitchen, either,” she laughs.
“So are আপনি 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, আপনি 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 চুম্বন 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 শীর্ষ of her back, to her shoulder, the other hand around her waist.
He breaks the kiss, and with a last, “I প্রণয় you,” he goes to ঝরনা the মাছ smell away. Gwen picks up the box and follows, placing it on a side টেবিল 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 টেবিল will do nicely. Just need to সরানো a few things. She goes to a low, wide rectangular টেবিল 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 টেবিল 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 টেবিল before going in খুঁজুন of টেবিল linens.
She goes to a hallway closet. Nope. Not here. She hears the ঝরনা turn off, so she walks to the bedroom.
“Do আপনি 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 টেবিল 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 দ্বারা this as she continues. “Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Prokofieff, Schumann – Robert and Clara, Strauss, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky, Wagner. Wow.”
“Gran was a সঙ্গীতানুষ্ঠান pianist.”
“Did she give আপনি 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 আরো 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 আপনি think আপনি can handle getting a আগুন 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 আপনি need help, let me know,” she teases.
“I’ll just throw some petrol on it,” he kisses her back.
“Don’t আপনি dare. আপনি 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 দ্বারা candlelight, sitting on the floor at the low table. Gwen has changed into Capri pants and has put a short-sleeved ব্লাউজ on like a light জ্যাকেট 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 আপনি know when it’s done?” Arthur asks, peering at the perfectly-cooked bite of মাছ on the end of his fork.
“Well, I do open them and look periodically, আপনি know. I’m not a magician,” she chuckles.
“You are to me,” he says. “The things আপনি do constantly amaze me. I mean, how lucky am I to find a woman who can not only cook মাছ this good but it also willing to go out and catch ব্যক্ত fish?”
“You are very lucky,” she smiles impishly at him. He picks up her hand and kisses it.
“And আপনি are very beautiful,” he tells her, enjoying how the light from the candles and the fireplace glints warmly on her skin and reflects স্বর্ণ 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 সঙ্গীত while we eat.”
“I could sing for আপনি again,” he laughs.
“Um, no, that’s all right,” she joins his laughter.
“I was thinking,” Arthur begins after a minute.
“Yes?”
“About having ডিনার 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 দিন and it’s not exactly fair to abandon আপনি for dinner…”
“No, this is important. I think I’ll survive. Besides, I’ll be waiting for আপনি when আপনি get home.”
He smiles. “Always something to look অগ্রবর্তী to. And I’ll come have lunch with আপনি 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, দ্বারা the way.”
“Thank you. It’s all very simple cooking; don’t be so impressed. Campfire food. Even আপনি 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 সঙ্গীত 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 আপনি find a collector অথবা something?”
She shakes her head. “We tried. Collectors only want albums in pristine condition, not ones that have been handled and mishandled দ্বারা careless লাইব্রেরি 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 আপনি like to dance?” he asks softly in her ear, the exact same thing he ব্যক্ত 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 আরো boldly, sliding up underneath the back of her ব্লাউজ 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 হৃদয় 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 শীর্ষ of hers.
There is no world outside of this room.
As the song ends and the পরবর্তি song (That’s Life, which is hardly romantic) begins, Gwen realizes that they haven’t really been dancing for the last couple মিনিট 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, আপনি know,” she reminds him, smiling against his chest.
“One little dance doesn’t count,” he says, স্নেহ চুম্বন 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 আপনি 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 আপনি 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 প্রবন্ধ just makes it so… real, আপনি 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 প্রণয় of someone’s life, wasn’t someone’s mother…”
“Shh, love,” she gently pulls his head back down to her shoulder, স্নেহ চুম্বন his head.
They sit there a few আরো 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 আপনি don’t?” He leans back in and sniffs her, making a great প্রদর্শনী of it, sniffing everywhere he can find as Gwen descends into a fit of giggles.
“Hmm. আপনি don’t. That’s hardly fair,” he pouts.
“Yes, well, I wasn’t the one swinging মাছ guts around the kitchen, either,” she laughs.
“So are আপনি 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, আপনি 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 চুম্বন 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 শীর্ষ of her back, to her shoulder, the other hand around her waist.
He breaks the kiss, and with a last, “I প্রণয় you,” he goes to ঝরনা the মাছ smell away. Gwen picks up the box and follows, placing it on a side টেবিল 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 টেবিল will do nicely. Just need to সরানো a few things. She goes to a low, wide rectangular টেবিল 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 টেবিল 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 টেবিল before going in খুঁজুন of টেবিল linens.
She goes to a hallway closet. Nope. Not here. She hears the ঝরনা turn off, so she walks to the bedroom.
“Do আপনি 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 টেবিল 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 দ্বারা this as she continues. “Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, Prokofieff, Schumann – Robert and Clara, Strauss, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky, Wagner. Wow.”
“Gran was a সঙ্গীতানুষ্ঠান pianist.”
“Did she give আপনি 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 আরো 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 আপনি think আপনি can handle getting a আগুন 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 আপনি need help, let me know,” she teases.
“I’ll just throw some petrol on it,” he kisses her back.
“Don’t আপনি dare. আপনি 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 দ্বারা candlelight, sitting on the floor at the low table. Gwen has changed into Capri pants and has put a short-sleeved ব্লাউজ on like a light জ্যাকেট 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 আপনি know when it’s done?” Arthur asks, peering at the perfectly-cooked bite of মাছ on the end of his fork.
“Well, I do open them and look periodically, আপনি know. I’m not a magician,” she chuckles.
“You are to me,” he says. “The things আপনি do constantly amaze me. I mean, how lucky am I to find a woman who can not only cook মাছ this good but it also willing to go out and catch ব্যক্ত fish?”
“You are very lucky,” she smiles impishly at him. He picks up her hand and kisses it.
“And আপনি are very beautiful,” he tells her, enjoying how the light from the candles and the fireplace glints warmly on her skin and reflects স্বর্ণ 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 সঙ্গীত while we eat.”
“I could sing for আপনি again,” he laughs.
“Um, no, that’s all right,” she joins his laughter.
“I was thinking,” Arthur begins after a minute.
“Yes?”
“About having ডিনার 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 দিন and it’s not exactly fair to abandon আপনি for dinner…”
“No, this is important. I think I’ll survive. Besides, I’ll be waiting for আপনি when আপনি get home.”
He smiles. “Always something to look অগ্রবর্তী to. And I’ll come have lunch with আপনি 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, দ্বারা the way.”
“Thank you. It’s all very simple cooking; don’t be so impressed. Campfire food. Even আপনি 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 সঙ্গীত 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 আপনি find a collector অথবা something?”
She shakes her head. “We tried. Collectors only want albums in pristine condition, not ones that have been handled and mishandled দ্বারা careless লাইব্রেরি 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 আপনি like to dance?” he asks softly in her ear, the exact same thing he ব্যক্ত 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 আরো boldly, sliding up underneath the back of her ব্লাউজ 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 হৃদয় 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 শীর্ষ of hers.
There is no world outside of this room.
As the song ends and the পরবর্তি song (That’s Life, which is hardly romantic) begins, Gwen realizes that they haven’t really been dancing for the last couple মিনিট 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, আপনি know,” she reminds him, smiling against his chest.
“One little dance doesn’t count,” he says, স্নেহ চুম্বন 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 আপনি 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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