Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non
"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"
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Andy shook his head, half in denial, half in discontent; causing the lace on the tiny cap to dance.
“The French accent wasn’t too hot, like.”
“It was as nothing,” agreed David, “compared with the French knickers.”
“I’ll have to get some more of them, now.”
“Send me the bill!” ordered David grandly (still halfway in-role as Unscrupulous Seigneur) adding, as Andy batted outrageously augmented eyelashes, “Those .. what-you-calls .. extensions are a bit excessive though.”
“Thought I might stick some more on for the next Education statement,” Andy suggested, “See if I could get Gove to wet himself.”
“Leave my Cabinet alone, Burnham!”
“Why should I?” asked Andy provocatively.
“Because it’s bad for their collective moral fibre; and anyway - “ he finished in a bit of a gabble, “ - it makes me … uncomfortable!”
Andy sat down with extreme care on the edge of the bed, leaning back against a bedpost, crossing one nylon-clad leg and swinging his killer-heeled shoe on the tip of his toes.
“Jealous, are we?”
“Of course not!” said David stiffly, “It’s just … “
“You want to stab them?”
“Yes! No - I’m a civilised human being. But Gove does flirt so! And you might fall for it ….”
Andy cocked his head.
“So you didn’t believe the Declaration you sneakily overheard me making that night at the hotel then?”
“Yes, of COURSE I did. But … “
“Then,” said Andy, dropping the bantering tone, “why didn’t you make one back?”
David stared at him, dumb with surprise.
“But I thought you knew that!”
Andy scrambled off the bed and struck a pose, one hand on a jutted hip.
“A girl likes to HEAR these things from time to time, y’know.”
David might have laughed; but realised just in time that the exaggerated huffiness of the tone was tinged with a slight, but very real hurt. He was aghast.
“ANDY! But I said it in the Valentine .. no, wait. I see - that’s not enough, is it? We hardly knew one another then, and …….. listen, why don’t you go into the bathroom and get rid of all the stuff - the gear, and the muck on your face?”
“But I thought you wanted to have me face-down on the table with my skirts round my waist?” objected Andy, all puzzled innocence.
It was to David’s credit that he only gulped once, and closed his eyes fleetingly.
“No, I’ve got to make amends and do this properly, and I don’t want that with you looking like a .. a French flibberty-gibbet.”
Behind the makeup and those ridiculous eyelashes, Andy’s face lit up like a Christmas candle.
“But you love me for it!” he called back as the bathroom door clicked to.
“I do,” David assured the closed door, and then - whilst waiting for him to return, quietly practised saying it, “I love you, Andy Burnham.”
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They are adorable. Andy with eyelash extensions! David being stricken with guilt!
And now they are going to live happily ever after, once David has done what Andy wants him to do about school sport...
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Aw thanks. I really felt this last ep. rounded things off nicely.
Just to be pedantic - the timeline is sometime after next February (2011), so I hope that David has ALREADY come to his senses about the Question of Sport.
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