Date: December 31, 2004.
Characters: Ernie MacMillan, Megan Jones
Location: Her flat, then Roma's, then back.
Status: Private
Summary: Ernie changes his mind about cancelling the "date", and a good time is had by all.
Completion: Complete.
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Megan hadn't really known what to make of Ernie's owl cancelling the non-date, but she wasn't about to sit at home. )
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He needed to be calm, cool, and collected. Like James Bond. Those had been some other movies he'd liked. However, rather than a tuxedo, Ernie was dressed in jeans and one of his work shirts. He hadn't exactly planned on having this date.
Finding himself in front of River Place, he took a deep breath and began climbing the stairs. At the fifth floor, he ducked into the corridor and found 5-B.
"Hi, Meg," he said by way of practice. "Hello, Megan. Meg, how are you?" He shook his head. What was he going to say?
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...And nearly ran into Ernie MacMillan. She almost dropped her bag, but caught it and put a hand against the wall to steady herself. Did she miss an owl? Or did she misread the one that she remembered getting? A quick glance up and down told her Ernie didn't exactly look like he was coming to get her for a night out. Maybe he'd decided to cancel in person.
"Hi," she said finally.
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On second thought, why was she wearing that dress? Had she made plans?
You did cancel on her.
Well, she'd just have to stand up whomever she was meeting. And that was that.
"I came to take you out. On our date," he said matter-of-factly.
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After ensuring that she was holding onto him, he concentrated on their location. A moment later, they were at the top of the hill and he was a bit disoriented. Once he'd righted himself, he looked at her.
"C'mon," he said with a grin, taking her by the hand and leading her to the spot he'd found about a month ago. All of Stoatshead lay below them, lights twinkling in the buildings that were occupied and glinting off the river as it split the town in two.
"I...I haven't shown anyone else this." Hopefully, she wouldn't think it was stupid.
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"Oh..." she breathed. "It's beautiful."
She took another step forward, taking Ernie's hand with her, and gazed out on the town. The moon was almost full, and there was enough light falling on the scattered buildings that the scene had a silvery tint to it.
But Meg had always been nervous around full moons, and she shivered a bit in the cool night air, giving Ernie's hand an almost imperceptible squeeze.
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Except she was shivering. That wouldn't do at all. Ernie let go of her hand, moving behind her. He wasn't going to chicken out. Not again, he decided, as he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him.
"Better?" he whispered in her ear.
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"Much better," she said, snuggling closer. Her dress wasn't designed to be worn out in this sort of weather, and the wrap was almost more decorative than functional - Apparating usually didn't mean a lot of time outside - but having Ernie's arms wrapped around her made up for any cold she was feeling.
Slowly, she leaned her head back until it was resting on his shoulder. From there it was inevitable that she would turn slightly, trying to breathe in more of him, and if their lips were only inches apart, well, that was a pleasant side effect, wasn't it?
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