RP: Lovers and Letters Home
Date: April, 17, 2003
Character(s): Padma Patil, Marcus Flint (in passing mention)
Location: Their flat
Status: Private
Summary: Padma realizes just how far things have come and decides the time has come to tell her parents
Completion: Complete
One of the nice things about no longer having to go into an office everyday, was that she could stay in bed for hours, often right next to Marcus. Of course, this often led to a lot of morning love-making, but even more than that, it just let her lay next to him. And she did, tucked against his chest with her head on his shoulder, watching the sunlight creep in through their window. She still didn’t sleep in late, too used to her daily routine, but it didn’t matter. She liked these early morning moments, just watching him sleep, tracing patterns on his chest until he stirred and flipped them over with a sleepy but hungry kiss.
For once in her life, Padma was truly happy.
She’d known it for a long while, but as he pulled away from her with a final, lingering kiss before getting up and dressing for work, she realized it. Padma laid back against the pillows and smiled, suddenly and inexplicably. She watched him dress, watched him pull his shirt over his head, watched the fabric slide down over his chest and the hard planes of his stomach. Suddenly and completely happy. He kissed her good-bye, and she arched into his touch as his hand ran over her body, hoping that her wantonness, her need would keep him with her longer.
It didn’t. He still had to work, and she’d made him promise that he wouldn’t be swayed by her early morning seductions, just as she had done her best to resist his when their roles had been reversed, and though it made her pout, she didn’t mind. He would be back in the evening, and they would pick up where they left off.
They said their good-byes, punctuated by more kisses, and then he left her for the day. Padma stretched on the bed, hearing the door click shut in the distance. She sighed and sat up. Without him, there wasn’t much point in staying in bed. She went and showered before making herself some breakfast. She sat around, eating her eggs and flipping through a book, but she didn’t have any concentration for it. Instead, her mind kept flickering back to warm dark eyes and even hotter kisses. She smiled and shut the book, placing her hand over her mouth and giggling as she thought about that passionate words they shared. The declarations of love that spilled from moan filled lips.
She never wanted it to stop.
Padma paused then. She was in love. She was happy, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. They’d gotten serious. She knew that, but that she was new. Padma had never allowed herself to daydream about this relationship beyond the present. Until now, she hadn’t imagined the color of her sari when she married him. Hadn’t imagined what their children might look like. Hadn’t imagined growing old together, and the innumerable sunrises and sunsets they could watch together.
Her heart began to pound. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted no one else. She got up and headed up stairs to her study. Her breathing was hard, but she ignored it as she sat down at her desk. If things had gotten this serious. If things had gone this far, then she couldn’t put this off any longer. She had to tell them. They would not be happy. In fact, she was positive they would be even less happy than Parvati, but her parents had to know.
She found a clean piece of paper and her pen and began to scribble, the looping curves of Hindi spilling across the paper as though she had never written any thing else.
Maji and Bapaji,
I know, I’ve been a terrible daughter, and I’m sorry I haven’t written in so long. I’ve been working hard, I promise, and I’m making you proud. I’ve moved out of London to a smaller town, which sounds strange, but I’m really enjoying it. It has a homey charm to it that is just appealing. Parvati is here too. We’re getting along, I promise. Most of the time anyway.
I also have a new job. I’m a researcher and rare book finder. It suits me much better than working in the ministry, and it pays more, so I’m really happy with it. It allows me to travel and make my own ours and read, which you know I love to do. You should see some of the books I’ve acquired, especially you, Maji, you’d really like the poems I’ve found.
Also, and I know this is sudden, and unexpected but I’ve fallen in love. He’s a wonderful man, who treats me very well. He’s kind and loving, and he can take care of me. I know that’s important to you, Bapaji. The thing is, and I know this won’t make you happy he’s not Indian. He’s Angreez, his name is Marcus Flint, but before you make any judgements, he’s learning about India, and he’s really trying, and I love him, Maji and Bapaji. I love him so much.
I was hoping that you could arrange to meet him, because if you did, I know you would love him too. We were thinking about coming to India during the summer, so that he could experience it, so hopefully, we could meet sometime during that?
I hope this doesn’t come as too much of a shock, and I really hope that you understand, or at least withhold judgment until you meet him.
I love you both, and I will try to write more often.
Love,
Padma
Padma leaned back in her seat, biting her lip. It wasn’t her most eloquent letter, but she didn’t think she could do any better, even if she spent days trying to word it. This would just have to do, and she would have to pray that it went over well. She doubted it, but she prayed anyway.
With shaking fingers, she rolled up the paper and rose, heading down the stairs. She pulled on her shoes and grabbed her purse before heading out the door. She took it down to the post office and sent it off with an international owl. It would take only a few days, maybe a week to reach India, and hopefully, they would respond quickly. Until then though, she would wait to tell Marcus. She wasn’t sure how he would react if she told him she wanted to marry him. She would wait for him to be ready for that, and in the meantime, she would make sure her parents went along with it, so that when he was ready, they could get married, without problems.
Character(s): Padma Patil, Marcus Flint (in passing mention)
Location: Their flat
Status: Private
Summary: Padma realizes just how far things have come and decides the time has come to tell her parents
Completion: Complete
One of the nice things about no longer having to go into an office everyday, was that she could stay in bed for hours, often right next to Marcus. Of course, this often led to a lot of morning love-making, but even more than that, it just let her lay next to him. And she did, tucked against his chest with her head on his shoulder, watching the sunlight creep in through their window. She still didn’t sleep in late, too used to her daily routine, but it didn’t matter. She liked these early morning moments, just watching him sleep, tracing patterns on his chest until he stirred and flipped them over with a sleepy but hungry kiss.
For once in her life, Padma was truly happy.
She’d known it for a long while, but as he pulled away from her with a final, lingering kiss before getting up and dressing for work, she realized it. Padma laid back against the pillows and smiled, suddenly and inexplicably. She watched him dress, watched him pull his shirt over his head, watched the fabric slide down over his chest and the hard planes of his stomach. Suddenly and completely happy. He kissed her good-bye, and she arched into his touch as his hand ran over her body, hoping that her wantonness, her need would keep him with her longer.
It didn’t. He still had to work, and she’d made him promise that he wouldn’t be swayed by her early morning seductions, just as she had done her best to resist his when their roles had been reversed, and though it made her pout, she didn’t mind. He would be back in the evening, and they would pick up where they left off.
They said their good-byes, punctuated by more kisses, and then he left her for the day. Padma stretched on the bed, hearing the door click shut in the distance. She sighed and sat up. Without him, there wasn’t much point in staying in bed. She went and showered before making herself some breakfast. She sat around, eating her eggs and flipping through a book, but she didn’t have any concentration for it. Instead, her mind kept flickering back to warm dark eyes and even hotter kisses. She smiled and shut the book, placing her hand over her mouth and giggling as she thought about that passionate words they shared. The declarations of love that spilled from moan filled lips.
She never wanted it to stop.
Padma paused then. She was in love. She was happy, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. They’d gotten serious. She knew that, but that she was new. Padma had never allowed herself to daydream about this relationship beyond the present. Until now, she hadn’t imagined the color of her sari when she married him. Hadn’t imagined what their children might look like. Hadn’t imagined growing old together, and the innumerable sunrises and sunsets they could watch together.
Her heart began to pound. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted no one else. She got up and headed up stairs to her study. Her breathing was hard, but she ignored it as she sat down at her desk. If things had gotten this serious. If things had gone this far, then she couldn’t put this off any longer. She had to tell them. They would not be happy. In fact, she was positive they would be even less happy than Parvati, but her parents had to know.
She found a clean piece of paper and her pen and began to scribble, the looping curves of Hindi spilling across the paper as though she had never written any thing else.
Maji and Bapaji,
I know, I’ve been a terrible daughter, and I’m sorry I haven’t written in so long. I’ve been working hard, I promise, and I’m making you proud. I’ve moved out of London to a smaller town, which sounds strange, but I’m really enjoying it. It has a homey charm to it that is just appealing. Parvati is here too. We’re getting along, I promise. Most of the time anyway.
I also have a new job. I’m a researcher and rare book finder. It suits me much better than working in the ministry, and it pays more, so I’m really happy with it. It allows me to travel and make my own ours and read, which you know I love to do. You should see some of the books I’ve acquired, especially you, Maji, you’d really like the poems I’ve found.
Also, and I know this is sudden, and unexpected but I’ve fallen in love. He’s a wonderful man, who treats me very well. He’s kind and loving, and he can take care of me. I know that’s important to you, Bapaji. The thing is, and I know this won’t make you happy he’s not Indian. He’s Angreez, his name is Marcus Flint, but before you make any judgements, he’s learning about India, and he’s really trying, and I love him, Maji and Bapaji. I love him so much.
I was hoping that you could arrange to meet him, because if you did, I know you would love him too. We were thinking about coming to India during the summer, so that he could experience it, so hopefully, we could meet sometime during that?
I hope this doesn’t come as too much of a shock, and I really hope that you understand, or at least withhold judgment until you meet him.
I love you both, and I will try to write more often.
Love,
Padma
Padma leaned back in her seat, biting her lip. It wasn’t her most eloquent letter, but she didn’t think she could do any better, even if she spent days trying to word it. This would just have to do, and she would have to pray that it went over well. She doubted it, but she prayed anyway.
With shaking fingers, she rolled up the paper and rose, heading down the stairs. She pulled on her shoes and grabbed her purse before heading out the door. She took it down to the post office and sent it off with an international owl. It would take only a few days, maybe a week to reach India, and hopefully, they would respond quickly. Until then though, she would wait to tell Marcus. She wasn’t sure how he would react if she told him she wanted to marry him. She would wait for him to be ready for that, and in the meantime, she would make sure her parents went along with it, so that when he was ready, they could get married, without problems.