"Edwin," she began and cleared her throat slightly. She felt extremely awkward about asking this and it was apparent in the way she was holding herself. "Now... please don't take this the wrong way, but I was just wondering..." Tilly trailed off a bit and then the rest came in a rush. "Are you gay?"
Are you gay?! WHAT?! Edwin turned merlot red as his blood pressure shot up to the equivalent of Mount Everest. There had been only one time in his life he had felt like this and both parties ended up in the emergency room. His entire body shook like a boiler with the pressure valve closed and then it happened, BOOM, he exploded. “GAY?!! How can you think I am gay?! I act as a true gentleman should, but you stupid bloody Americans would never see that, would you?! Holy Christ, most of you American women are looking for nothing more than to put it about like little tarts. I treat you with respect and don’t act like some drunken Irishman and suddenly I’m gay. If all I knew about you was your apartment I would have thought you a ladette.” Having finally finished ranting he got up, shoving his plate toward her. He started storming to the door yelling back over his shoulder, “Why is it every time I find a beautiful and intelligent woman she turns out to be such a bitch?!
Ladette? What the hell does that mean?
"Bitch!?" She hollered after him. "Bitch?" Her voice rose an octave. Her face too was red and her tongue ran away from her, a combination of too much wine and too much anger.
"At least I'm not some insufferable, egotistic, self-inflated British fucking peacock!" she screeched, advancing towards him, the half finished bottle of wine in her hand. Tilly fully intended to hand it back to him and tell him to get the hell out of her apartment, out of her life, permanently. "It'd be better if you were gay, because then I wouldn't feel like your love life would be walking damn disaster!" She caught up to him at that point.
Edwin turned on his heels hearing her coming after him. “Yes! That’s right, Bitch , that’s what you are! I cannot believe you find me insufferable. I may be egotistical, but I am NO peacock and I would much prefer to bof a British girl after what I have seen of American girls . You can’t even consider yourself women; you’re nothing more than overgrown girls! Besides, you don’t need to worry about my love-life. You had better worry more about yours if you continue to feed that cardboard to males you are interested in!” He was staring her down at this point, his muscles tensed and ready to dodge a blow from her.
Her expression went first to shock, then tears welled in those gorgeous blue eyes. "Cardboard?" her voice quivered and at first it seemed like all the fight had gone out of her. He could have insulted her mother and it wouldn't have affected her like this. "Cardboard?" she repeated as if she couldn't quite grasp what the word meant. Then, with tears still streaming down her lovely, flushed face, she glared at him. Her eyes hardened and she slammed the bottle of wine into his chest with enough force that the bottle cracked under her hand. Wine went everywhere, soaking into his silk shirt, spraying across both of their faces. From there she let go of the bottle and it fell to the floor, shattering upon impact.
"How dare you insult my cooking?" she shouted. It seemed as if he had struck a nerve. And he had. Tilly couldn't remember ever having been this mad in her life! She avoided confrontation if possible. She hated it. But something, something about this arrogant man infuriated her and she trembled with rage. Without meaning to, she took a step forward and swung her hand to slap him squarely across the face. It might not be the nicest thing she could have attempted to do, but the jerk deserved it!
She had caught him off-guard, before he had tensed, with the bottle being thrust at him. However, when she went to slap him he was ready for it. His left hand swung up from the inside to catch her wrist squarely in his palm. Without realizing he was doing it he had raised his arm straight up to throw her off balance and had her on the tips of her toes. His mind had flooded with so many thought during the last second that he could not even begin to make sense of them. He only knew two things at that moment: one, he needed to get out of there before things got worse and he might have to hurt her, two, he desperately wanted to kiss her.
In the position that they were in, it was quite easy to move her where he wanted. One simple, lightning quick and graceful movement had her pinned against him with his right hand around her lower back and him leaning over her with her dipped almost completely to the floor. Not giving her even an instant to react he firmly, but gently, passionately kissed her and even slipped his tongue in a little bit.
"Ah!" she yelped in surprise as he caught her wrist and pulled her off balance. She wavered uncertainly on her tiptoes, looking into his face with surprise and something akin to terror. Then she was pressed against him and he was dipping her towards the floor.
He was kissing her!?!
At first she tried to struggle, to pull away from this man, who must be, she finally decided, one hundred percent nut job. Then, to her utter surprise, she began to relax as she felt the continued to presence of his warm lips against hers. She felt dizzy and confused and when his tongue gently probed against her lips she parted them to allow it entrance to her mouth.
OH MY GOD! Her thoughts raced away from her, the world fell out from under her. She stared up into his face as he pulled away, her heart racing a mile a minute and her face flushed all over again. She was trembling slightly and her voice was gone. It was like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. He broke the kiss and just stared intensely into her eyes. ***
Congrats to you if you read all that. You know what this picture is about! XD
I've been working on this since January, at least. I can remember working on it during the bus ride when I chaperoned my sister's school trip.
Edwin and Tilly. Yes, his shirt should be soaked, but I couldn't figure out how to do it. Left sketchy because I really liked how the sketch looked. Cropped down from the original sketch a bit, because Edwin's hands were pissing me off. Anger!
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