heavy. 'It's funny you should say that - a friend of mine always told me I looked like a tomato when I blushed,' I remarked, surprised.
Connor raised those expressive eyebrows at me. 'Well, you have some pretty mean friends, then!' he replied, and then his tone became lower, softer. 'Or maybe they just can't see it from a guy's perspective...'
He tilted his chin up and kissed me, still with a broad smile on his face. I felt myself melt against him, my position feeling actually quite comfortable now. I revelled in the warmth of his mouth and the embrace of his arms, gently stroking the roughness of his unshaven jawline. My heart felt ready to leap from my chest, especially when he pulled me closer still and -
The ringing of a telephone in the next room suddenly sounded.
Connor groaned grumpily against my lips, a deep, petulant furrow appearing on his brow. I was about to pull myself free, but he murmured indistinctly: 'Leave it...'
'Leave it?' I repeated uncertainly, but let him resume the kissing anyway. However, after about three more rings I sighed and broke away. 'Conn, that ringing's going to drive me mad ,' I told him frankly.
Connor rolled his eyes.
'Alreet, lass, ah'm off then...' he grumbled tetchily, pushing me gently but unceremoniously off his lap. 'Stay there.' I smiled affectionately as my beloved Scotsman strode away, hands mutinously shoved in his pockets.
When he was out of sight, I hurriedly straightened my hair and clothing, squinting at my reflection in Connor's TV. From the next room I heard: 'Yes?'
There was a pause, and then Connor said again, in a marginally more reasonable tone: 'I know, and I said before - personal reasons. No, I'm afraid not...Well, it's still uncertain, but it will definitely not be more than, say, a fortnight...'
Another pause.
'That so?' Connor now sounded slightly worried. '...Well...' - he sighed - 'I'm afraid I really cannae make it. I know it's short notice, but...Aye, I suppose...But there's bound to be another one...Alright, thanks. Bye.'
I looked up at Connor when he came back in. He gave me a brief smile as he came towards me.
'Who was it?' I asked him lightly. He sighed offhandedly, flopping back down beside me on the sofa.
'Just my agent again,' he replied. 'Doesn't really matter.' He turned his head to one side, a gleam in his eye. 'Now, where were we?'
* * *
Barely five minutes later, the phone rang again.
'Oh dear...' I murmured against the corner of his mouth. Connor heaved a great sigh and got up once again, running from the room this time, obviously anxious to get the call over with.
'Yes.'
I pressed my palms against my cheeks in a half-hearted endeavour to make them lose colour.
'Hello...Er, yeah, Jim called just now, in fact,' I heard Connor saying. 'Yeah...I mean, I know, but - aye. Look, I've just got...stuff to deal with here, I really don't think I can...OK. OK, right. Yeah, I will. Bye.'
He put the phone down, then came back as quickly as he could, sitting down beside me and attacking my senses once again.
'Who...?' I managed to communicate as best as I could around his mouth.
'Pers'nal manager,' he murmured vaguely, obviously not wanting to talk about it. I was getting worried; was Connor getting into trouble for this? Concerned, my lips lost a bit of enthusiasm.
'You don't have to -'
'Don't worry , Lillian,' Connor replied, putting his hands on either side of my face. The sincerity in those clear, pale blue eyes convinced me and I decided that he probably knew best. He gave me an encouraging smile, then leant forwards to start kissing me again.
I relished the tenderness in his touch, and almost fainted with bliss when his lips travelled down to my neck -
And then that bloody phone went off again.
'Ugh.' Connor leant his forehead wearily on my shoulder. He took a few deep breaths, then leapt from the sofa, growling: 'Be
Connor raised those expressive eyebrows at me. 'Well, you have some pretty mean friends, then!' he replied, and then his tone became lower, softer. 'Or maybe they just can't see it from a guy's perspective...'
He tilted his chin up and kissed me, still with a broad smile on his face. I felt myself melt against him, my position feeling actually quite comfortable now. I revelled in the warmth of his mouth and the embrace of his arms, gently stroking the roughness of his unshaven jawline. My heart felt ready to leap from my chest, especially when he pulled me closer still and -
The ringing of a telephone in the next room suddenly sounded.
Connor groaned grumpily against my lips, a deep, petulant furrow appearing on his brow. I was about to pull myself free, but he murmured indistinctly: 'Leave it...'
'Leave it?' I repeated uncertainly, but let him resume the kissing anyway. However, after about three more rings I sighed and broke away. 'Conn, that ringing's going to drive me mad ,' I told him frankly.
Connor rolled his eyes.
'Alreet, lass, ah'm off then...' he grumbled tetchily, pushing me gently but unceremoniously off his lap. 'Stay there.' I smiled affectionately as my beloved Scotsman strode away, hands mutinously shoved in his pockets.
When he was out of sight, I hurriedly straightened my hair and clothing, squinting at my reflection in Connor's TV. From the next room I heard: 'Yes?'
There was a pause, and then Connor said again, in a marginally more reasonable tone: 'I know, and I said before - personal reasons. No, I'm afraid not...Well, it's still uncertain, but it will definitely not be more than, say, a fortnight...'
Another pause.
'That so?' Connor now sounded slightly worried. '...Well...' - he sighed - 'I'm afraid I really cannae make it. I know it's short notice, but...Aye, I suppose...But there's bound to be another one...Alright, thanks. Bye.'
I looked up at Connor when he came back in. He gave me a brief smile as he came towards me.
'Who was it?' I asked him lightly. He sighed offhandedly, flopping back down beside me on the sofa.
'Just my agent again,' he replied. 'Doesn't really matter.' He turned his head to one side, a gleam in his eye. 'Now, where were we?'
* * *
Barely five minutes later, the phone rang again.
'Oh dear...' I murmured against the corner of his mouth. Connor heaved a great sigh and got up once again, running from the room this time, obviously anxious to get the call over with.
'Yes.'
I pressed my palms against my cheeks in a half-hearted endeavour to make them lose colour.
'Hello...Er, yeah, Jim called just now, in fact,' I heard Connor saying. 'Yeah...I mean, I know, but - aye. Look, I've just got...stuff to deal with here, I really don't think I can...OK. OK, right. Yeah, I will. Bye.'
He put the phone down, then came back as quickly as he could, sitting down beside me and attacking my senses once again.
'Who...?' I managed to communicate as best as I could around his mouth.
'Pers'nal manager,' he murmured vaguely, obviously not wanting to talk about it. I was getting worried; was Connor getting into trouble for this? Concerned, my lips lost a bit of enthusiasm.
'You don't have to -'
'Don't worry , Lillian,' Connor replied, putting his hands on either side of my face. The sincerity in those clear, pale blue eyes convinced me and I decided that he probably knew best. He gave me an encouraging smile, then leant forwards to start kissing me again.
I relished the tenderness in his touch, and almost fainted with bliss when his lips travelled down to my neck -
And then that bloody phone went off again.
'Ugh.' Connor leant his forehead wearily on my shoulder. He took a few deep breaths, then leapt from the sofa, growling: 'Be
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