I'm getting married in the morning? ((locked to isabelle_munoz))

[immortalmacleod]

Duncan got the call from Isabelle reminding him of their dinner "date", and decided to turn his phone off for the next few days. Phone calls, left and right, were all he'd been getting lately, it seemed. He was glad that Methos and Alexa had some time to talk, though, since they needed it. He wanted to talk to Athos, since it seemed the Musketeer

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[isabelle_munoz]

Isabelle couldn't remember the last time she'd been this focused on a single thing, this determined to make sure that every last detail was precisely right. It had taken her more than half an hour poring over the room service menu to find just the right dishes that would not only satisfy Duncan's palate, but set the proper mood. Then, once she'd found an idea, there was another twenty minutes of bickering with the hotel's kitchen over the finer details of both preparation and service

[immortalmacleod]

"Cute," he replied, nodding at her pose. "Real cute." Actually, she looked beautiful, but Duncan was still too confused about everything to let go of his sarcasm so easily. But, it was Isabelle, and so when she led him to the table that had been set up by room service, he followed her. It wasn't as if this was new for them; every few decades or so she'd pop back into his life and then leave again. She'd always been like that, and they'd always had some good times. Nothing serious, which was exactly what he was looking for right now.

Please, God, nothing serious, he thought to himself.

"Yeah, all right, all right," he grumbled, taking a chair and admiring the spread. She really had gone through quite a lot, and he grabbed his own cup of wine, admiring the vintage as he swirled the red liquid a few times before sipping

[isabelle_munoz]

Isabelle watched Duncan over the rim of her wine glass, as he sampled both the food and the drink, her own coq au vin untouched. She was watching for subtle signals, making sure that she'd timed this properly, and that he was in a receptive kind of mood. Before she realized it, he'd stopped, looked right at her and got right to the point

[immortalmacleod]

"Secretary," he snickered. "Don't forget hooker. I was around when you were a hooker," he reminded her with an evil grin on his face. He'd always found it unbearably funny that she could be both a nun and a prostitute in one lifetime.

Duncan, however, hadn't been much. He'd always been, well, Duncan. Antiques, art, bookstores... those were so similar that he didn't really care to call them "different" occupations. No, throughout his life, Duncan MacLeod had done very little in terms of "jobs" other than various military ones -- but, he had to admit, he'd done plenty in terms of romances.

Bella, however, had a look on her face that pretty much wiped out the mischievous one he'd had on his. "There's something you haven't done?" He coughed a few times, shaking his head. "Somehow, I doubt that." He looked down at his steak, taking a bite, then back up at her.

"What?" He chewed a little more on his bite, then swallowed nervously. "Oh God, Bella, what?"