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Hey, wha's goin' on?

Nothing. [She doesn't look at him as she busies herself folding her laundry.] Nothing's 'going on'--that's the problem. I just don't understand why--no, just forget it. [Easy Ems, what did those knickers ever do to you?]

[He gets up from his seat, tentatively following her--he has no idea what he did, but he's sure to attempt to figure it out. He stops at the nearest doorframe, leaving Emma some space. He certainly doesn't want her doing to him what she's doing to those knickers...] Why wha'? Did I do somethin' wrong? Not do somethin' right? [Concerned copper face is a go.]

[She keeps folding; to be honest she's starting to get more upset with herself for being cross to begin with...] Just nevermind. We've already talked about it. No point doing it again. [Yeah, those clipped sentences are not a good sign.]

[Uh oh, she's still folding. Aggressively. That means he royally screwed up, doesn't it?] Well we've been discussin' a lot lately. I doen-- could ye narrow et douwn? Wha' can I do tae make ye no' cross wi' me? [Because he's relatively certain that's where this has already gone.]

[The laundry is pretty much a lost cause at this point; seeing as she's just picking things out of the pile and throwing them back into the basket. At least there's half of a neatly folded pile somewhere near the bottom...] Fine. [One of Liam's Beatles tee's gets aggressively added to the heap before she finally turns to face him with her hand on her hip.] You can explain to me why you don't want to marry me.

Edited 2013-08-23 06:05 (UTC)

[Oh, shit, he's gonna... They're gonna... Well he's gonna be folding the rest of the laundry by himself for awhile isn't he? With that turn and the look she gives him, he's caught like a deer in headlights.] I--you didnae--I--[Words, Liam. Use them!]I d--You said et didnae matter to ye ef we did. [No he's not dodging the question, he considers that an answer, however vague it might be.

She's gonna be mad at him for awhile, isn't she?]

[Well, that depends. There's still time for him to redeem himself. But this is partially her own fault; blast these bloody hormones! She really hadn't been planning on bringing this up again, but the constant turnover of internal questions and concerns is doing her head in. She swipes a hand over her face, hoping it will push some of them back down.] It doesn't. Well, I mean, it does. I just--[Sigh.] Just tell me why not.

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[Oh he's still to blame at the very base of it; he's the one that got her into the mess of dealing with hormones in the first place. Of course he should suffer more shouldn't he, Emma?]

Ye jus--wha'? [Yeah, he doesn't want to say the wrong thing and get into deeper trouble for it. Otherwise he'd... No he really shouldn't do it. Should he?

Good lord he's second guessing himself, Emma. Thanks! Then a bright idea dawns on him...]

D'ye want me tae--[Propose; ask for her hand in marriage; call the registrar; call a bloody priest? Why can't you say this out loud, William Riley?--Does she want to be married immediately or can they just--plan ahead?] I--I dunnoe. [He swallows nervously, watching her, preparing for the worst.] 'M sorry, love.

[Yeah, that was a really bright idea, Detective. Apfft.]

[Welp, unless the rules have changed--pretty sure it takes two people to make a baby, so at least half of the blame lies with her too. So; not sure if he should suffer more...but he's going to. Even more so in these next few minutes; that bright idea wasn't so bright Liam. In fact, the only thing that is bright at the moment is the redness of her cheeks.

I want you to be honest with me. [The aggressive folding has ceased, but those crossed arms aren't looking much better.] What do you want?

[One could also blame the reason banana bread was on her mind that one night. But that's just... not discussed these days. He'll not-so-happily take the blame tonight though. He doesn't move when she turns on him. Best to stay captive at the moment, aye?]

I want tae be wi' you. [No 'ifs,' no conditions. That'd just get him in deeper trouble, wouldn't it? Well, maybe one clarification would help him tread water? He shifts on his feet, moving a step towards her and keeping eye contact.] Baby or no, I want tae be wi' you.

[No, best to not bring that up any time soon. She's been sensitive enough lately without adding that to the mix. Blimey, she was crying at 'Top Gear' the other night.

But you don't want to marry me? [She realizes how needy it sounds as soon as the words leave her mouth; quickly trailing them with a sigh as she plops onto the edge of the bed.] M' sorry. It's just--if it were only you and me, it would be fine. I don't need some piece of paper to prove that I want to be with you. But it's not just about us anymore. I want to be a family...a proper family. With the same last name, and a home, and a carpool, and--I wasn't sure I would ever do any of this Liam, but I want it with you.

Edited 2013-08-26 02:55 (UTC)

[Yeah, he's uh. Noticed. He couldn't believe Emma was crying over the Top Gear Challenge for the week. Liam agreed that Hammond didn't deserve the points loss but ... crying over the unfairness of it? Really?

Sh-shit no--he follows her over to the bed and gets down on his knees so he can stay at eye level with Emma, or just below, resting a hand near hers on the bed. Dammit, she's headed in that downcast way she'd been parked in more often lately.] I never said tha'! [Liam's hand is gonna slide gently over hers now, okay?] --granted I never said anythin' 'cos I'm an idiot an' the idea's--well the whole theng's scary, bu'... [Aand a gentle hand squeeze.] I want et all wi' you too. [Can you stay mad at that face, Emma Adams, looking up at you like that?]

[He doesn't deserve to be treated like that, okay?! They never let him win! She just wants them to be nice to him is all!

But the irony of him down on his knees at this particular moment is not lost on Emma. But unfortunately, it's also not lost on her that the odds of that particular scenario occurring is quickly dwindling. Cause after all, she'd be a liar if she said she'd never fantasized about that moment. She'd be an even bigger liar if she said she'd never fantasized about that moment with Liam. Not to mention her guilty pleasure of thumbing through bridal magazines while waiting in the queue at Tesco's. And yet here she was, talking about getting married as if it were some forgotten appointment she was trying to fit into her schedule...

She snorts when he calls himself an idiot; she's not agreeing with you, Liam; but she's not disagreeing either. But you're right, she can't stay mad at that face. Maybe that's why she reaches out to touch it; she's got almost every dip, curve, and freckle memorized at this point. It's easy to take some comfort in something so familiar while they talk about something that is entirely not.] I'm a little scared myself if it makes you feel any better. [Read: Bloody-well terrified.] So, what do we do?

Edited 2013-08-26 06:16 (UTC)

[Well they all three cheat, and Clarkson cheats worst of all by so much. And none of them are nice to each other, like, ever. So yes it's unfair, but there's no need to cry!

Well he can do the whole 'down on one knee' bit but it really seems... inappropriate for the moment. Forced would be more like it; just because she's been angry with him today shouldn't make him propose as a kneejerk reaction, right? So, it's better that they're discussing it in a civilized manner, even if it is... like rushing to reschedule an appointment.

Oh come on, Emma Adams, it's the truth, he is an idiot for not bringing it up sooner. He leans in a little as she touches his face; well at least he's not getting smacked this time around. "If it makes him feel any better?" Apfft Emma!

He snorts, the smallest of smirks tugging at his lips.] No, it doesnae make me feel any better. [Yeah he's probably just as terrified as you.] I dunno. Finish foldin' th' laundry? [His lips quirk upward at the corners as he sizes her up very fast for a--yep, there's a quick peck on her lips before he's pulling her up off the bed.

This is a collaborative effort from now on, future Mrs. Emma Riley!]

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YEAY you did iiit <3

i did i did! <3

\o/

yeah she must be upset, she didnt even notice the bow-tie

It's not untied is why she didn't notice it!

i mean, she likes the whole kit and kaboddle. but the untied bowtie? awww yisss

You mean /kilt/ and caboodle, don'tcha? And just you wait, there will be untied bowtie icon use! ;)

i see whatchu did dere....and i likey, and oh yes likey the kilt too

hee yeay! she REALLY likes his caboodle duensshe? ;) OMG i knocked out for a bit... whoops!

she is quite a fan, I must say.

He's quite happy to have a fan for his caboodle!

aaaaand feels

oohboy... XDD

manamanah

doot doooo de do-doo!