[Private RPG with isitthesmile - AU
Martha Jones was not surprise to receive Harold Saxon's call. Nor was she surprised that he asked if she would like to see him that night. They had been seeing each other on random, sporadic evenings (and the occasional afternoon and one early morning) since the elevator broke down over the last few months. The dates, because there was no mistaking
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Miss Martha Jones was the one thing he hadn't planned on, but he found himself enjoying their time together more every time he saw her. It was the one distraction he allowed himself.
Despite the delay, he was out of the car and knocking on Martha's door right at seven, exactly as he'd told her earlier that afternoon. He straightened his tie as he waited for the door to open. The suit was probably just a little too nice for the resturaunts he had in mind, but he hadn't had time to stop by his flat. Besides, he likes suits -- they give an image that fills well with the one he projects. And a beautiful woman on his arm doesn't hurt that image, either.
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7 o'clock exactly. Right on time. As always.
She's still smiling as she grabs her purse and coat, and then opens the door at exactly 7:01. The sight of him sends the current from her head straight down to her toes and she smiles brightly, looking up at him and leaning against the doorframe.
"Are you ever late?"
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"Not usually, no."
He leans in to kiss her cheek and, looking down at her, he seems to brighten more as he straightens up. "You look absolutely beautiful. As always. Shall we go?""
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Martha laughs, smiling warmly at the kiss against her cheek and the compliment that follows. There's that electric current, again, followed by something much warmer, softer.
"You're such a gentleman," she says, in an awed, appreciative way before turning to lock her door and slipping her arm around his. Chivalry is never dead with him. She enjoys that very much. "Thank you. You look very handsome, yourself. Love the suit. I'm not under dressed, am I?"
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He shakes his head at the question. "Not at all. If anything, I'm overdressed. Can't be helped, work went longer than I expected, I'm lucky I got it all done in time." He shrugs, but his speech doesn't pause as he barrels on to the next topic. "How do you feel about Italian? There's a place that just opened up recently, wonderful chef, I thought perhaps we could go there."
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She smiles up at him, tilting her head to the side.
"Oh, that's alright. You'll make an even better impression this way. Everything going alright at work? Archangel network still running smoothly and all?"
Martha nods, walking back with him toward his car.
"I would love Italian. I'm a big fan and Mum never seems to manage a good dish of it. Ever. But she puts in good effort really." Her dad could, but that was a long time ago. He hasn't cooked much since her parents separated.
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"Archangel is working smashingly, and just about everything else is following suit. We had a bit of a paperwork backup, but everything's settled now. And how about your studies? Things going well down at the hospital?"
He stops to open the passenger side door for her with a soft chuckle. "Italian it is, then."
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It's true. She's seen him interact with others in a business setting and he's quite personal. He seems to really connect to the people he's talking to. Or maybe she's simply biased.
"Oh, they're just fine. My studies that is. Not always what I expect from them, but-" Martha shrugs. "I feel like I'm on the right path, that's important, yeah?"
She smiles when he opens the door for her.
"Thank you." And she gets into the car rather gracefully, especially considering that her heart is fluttering. Helplessly.
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"Oh, yes. So long as you're still enjoying it, nothing else really matters, don't you think? And for that enjoyment to be directed towards something so good is a wonderful bonus."
He closes the door after her and makes his way to the driver's side, commenting as he slides in and turns the car on, "It's not very far, shouldn't take long at all to get there."
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Martha nods, and then inclines her head to the left. "Well, there is the whole... are you good at it and the worth of it in society to take into account, too, but enjoyment is definitely top priority."
She smiles at him, buckling her seat belt and placing her purse next to her foot. "You've got a nice car. I wouldn't mind a long drive in the least."
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He smiles. "I've never been a fan of cars, I have to admit, but I'd bet it would be much more enjoyable with you. Maybe we can test that out another night."
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"You're right. You seem to be right a lot of the time. Another one of your skills?" She raises her eyebrows, still smiling, all warm and happy and safe with him. "At any rate, I will have to keep that in mind."
If she blushed, she'd be doing it now. She glances away. Her smile become embarrassed, a bit silly.
"I'd like that a lot." Of course, that goes for any time she spends with him.
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He pulls up to a stoplight and reaches out to take her hand for a moment. "Next time, then." He brings her hand up to brush a kiss against her knuckles.
It's a dangerous game, spending so much time around her when Martha isn't neccessary to his plans. Not only a distraction, but the longer he spends with her, the harder it gets to hide his secrets. Still, it's not enough to get him to give her up.
He has to have some fun, after all.
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"Next time," she agrees, barely resisting the urge to lean over and really kiss him. "Definetly."
It never really gets to her. How little she really knows about him. He makes her feel like she really knows him, but gives her an added sense of mystery at the same time. She feels safe with him. Good. Screw her responsibilities and focus all on him.
"You're such a gentleman. Honestly, I don't think I've met anyone quite so chivalrous as you are. Breath of fresh air, really."
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