Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. "No," he said with the infinite patience of long-suffering saints. "No, Mr. Collins-"
Malcolm flashed a blinding smile devoid of warmth or feeling. "Just Malcolm, Mr. Thornfield. Why stand on ceremony?"
"Mr. Collins, we can't trim the topiary any further. We'll be into the mesh frame at that--"
"Can't or won't? Another five centimetres would make this shot--"
Lily watched the argument with fascination. She'd hadn't seen such excruciatingly politeness since the school board tried to cut the music programme and Mrs. Guilderson sweetly flayed the shivering politicos alive. Malcolm's grip on the sleek black camera case grew tighter with every exchange while the muscles in Adam's jaw started to tick rhythmically. It was, by far, the best thing about Lily's tedious afternoon. Marking papers could wait until evening. She wondered if someone might throw a punch. That would be simply awful .
"Who's winning?" Ellie knocked a shoulder into her sister. Lily dragged her eyes away. Ellie tossed an apple from hand to hand, a green blur between her neatly manicured fingers. There was a smudge of black mud on her forearm, which Lily tactfully ignored.
"I think we are," said Lily, and Ellie laughed. The men paused long enough to level stern glares at the sisters before resuming their strained discussion. Malcolm had pulled himself up to his full height, but Adam didn't seem to notice, squaring his shoulders back with an iron expression.
"God," said Ellie, "just get it over with already. Do us all a favour." Lily's smiled faltered, her imagination getting away from her.
Malcolm's wide hand cupping Adam's neck, fingers flexing against his nape. Their foreheads pressed together, breath coming hard. Adam would be pale under his t-shirt, a stark contrast to the deep tan of his arms and face. Malcolm would be longer, leaner, rough hair over warm skin. They tear at each other, Malcolm circling behind Adam to bite at the curve of his neck as Adam, all dark eyes and wry smile, held out his hand to Lily...
"A good fistfight would take care of this wretched tension." Ellie bumped Lily again and Lily swayed heavily. Ellie's teasing smile dropped away. "All right, Lil?" Lily swallowed shakily and plucked the apple from her sister's hand.
"Yeah," Lily said, watching as Malcolm and Adam took another step toward each other. "Fine." She bit down into the apple. _____________________
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Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. "No," he said with the infinite patience of long-suffering saints. "No, Mr. Collins-"
Malcolm flashed a blinding smile devoid of warmth or feeling. "Just Malcolm, Mr. Thornfield. Why stand on ceremony?"
"Mr. Collins, we can't trim the topiary any further. We'll be into the mesh frame at that--"
"Can't or won't? Another five centimetres would make this shot--"
Lily watched the argument with fascination. She'd hadn't seen such excruciatingly politeness since the school board tried to cut the music programme and Mrs. Guilderson sweetly flayed the shivering politicos alive. Malcolm's grip on the sleek black camera case grew tighter with every exchange while the muscles in Adam's jaw started to tick rhythmically. It was, by far, the best thing about Lily's tedious afternoon. Marking papers could wait until evening. She wondered if someone might throw a punch. That would be simply awful .
"Who's winning?" Ellie knocked a shoulder into her sister. Lily dragged her eyes away. Ellie tossed an apple from hand to hand, a green blur between her neatly manicured fingers. There was a smudge of black mud on her forearm, which Lily tactfully ignored.
"I think we are," said Lily, and Ellie laughed. The men paused long enough to level stern glares at the sisters before resuming their strained discussion. Malcolm had pulled himself up to his full height, but Adam didn't seem to notice, squaring his shoulders back with an iron expression.
"God," said Ellie, "just get it over with already. Do us all a favour." Lily's smiled faltered, her imagination getting away from her.
Malcolm's wide hand cupping Adam's neck, fingers flexing against his nape. Their foreheads pressed together, breath coming hard. Adam would be pale under his t-shirt, a stark contrast to the deep tan of his arms and face. Malcolm would be longer, leaner, rough hair over warm skin. They tear at each other, Malcolm circling behind Adam to bite at the curve of his neck as Adam, all dark eyes and wry smile, held out his hand to Lily...
"A good fistfight would take care of this wretched tension." Ellie bumped Lily again and Lily swayed heavily. Ellie's teasing smile dropped away. "All right, Lil?" Lily swallowed shakily and plucked the apple from her sister's hand.
"Yeah," Lily said, watching as Malcolm and Adam took another step toward each other. "Fine." She bit down into the apple.
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*blushes* *runs* *hides*