Ewan Maxwell || 25 || Single || Chemist for Pfizer || Insomniac || Real Life Peter Pan || Master of Sarcasm
What: Victorian attire- there’s something lost in a sex act when you don’t get to unlace a corset and rid a woman of a petticoat
When: Is frequently an option?
Where: A castle in Ireland
Smiling softly, Isla shrugged, looking at Ewan out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t know, I’m not very good at it,” she said with a small laugh. It seemed to be a running theme with him, calling her cute. That was definitely a compliment she was used to. It was what she had been called her entire life without fail, and only made her smile. Even though there was a part of her that felt like it was much more personal coming from the Scotsman. It was like… Like having someone coming up behind and giving her a huge hug, but with him, it was like there was an added kiss somewhere… But she was imagining things, she had to be. There was no seriousness to his proposals.
Isla couldn’t help but squeeze his hand tightly, looking up at the man with a grin. He seemed to know just what to do, and what to say, to make her feel absolutely perfect. Obviously a natural charmer. “You’re too much, Ewan. Really, you didn’t have to do all this.” She had just finished her sentence when the door swung open, and her eyes went wide as she was swept up in his arms. With a small squeal of surprise, she wrapped her arms around Ewan’s neck, still looking around. “Oh… Ewan… It’s perfect. It’s more than enough, really. I… Just… Thank you.” Turning her head to look at him, she smiled softly.
Kicking the door shut he watched his petite brunette look around the place they’d call home together all weekend and a million parts of him throbbed and ached at once. The way Isla always kept her head down and her back straight, how she always made sure she chatted down herself and how amazing she was only drew Ewan in more. As soon as she’d turned to look at him with that tiny smile that said ‘oh you’re so great but I don’t deserve this’ that almost apologetic smile like she’d duped him into thinking she could deserve such a nice thing broke his heart and made it grow for her even more. Placing his large hands on the sides of her face Ewan ran his thumbs across her jaw line. “You, Is, are the brightest star.” Craning his neck down to her he pressed his lips to her forehead leaving a little dewed outline in it’s stead.
“I got us tickets to see the Cirque du Soleil tonight and thought maybe you would want to order room service so you’d have time to get ready to go out.” Speaking softly, the man ran his fingers through her hair and smiled a different sort of smile. The corners of Ewan’s mouth tugged up in a smug smile despite the thought in his head that they had the weekend and should enjoy it all slowly. “You can take a shower. I promise not to sneak in- unless you ask me to.” Ewan winked and clapped and turned away before he could look or hear any form of rejection from the woman he was so deeply infatuated with. He grabbed their bags and moved straight to the bedroom. Stopping short as he opened the door and saw the mass spectacular that was the bed. Rose petals of every shade of red to white covered the bed and floor, candles waiting to be lit were lining every flat surface and vases of roses covered the counters. “I…oh my!” Leaving their things in the doorway he filled the frame of the door. “So, I may have told them some things when I made the reservation and, please believe me, I never thought that what’s behind that door was actually going to happen, okay? I can have it cleaned up while we’re at the show…”
All right, sweetie, go get your beauty sleep and I’ll slip into your place with breakfast in a couple of hours.
I think I can do that.
Good! Did you want to do something tomorrow to commemorate this glorious occasion?
Well, I would have been yours from the beginning if you had asked.. You have that effect on me.
Will you forgive me for being so slow?
Just like that? I am yours and you are mine? What a funny thing.
I think I mostly just want you to say it.
Isla Temple, I want you to be my companion- because calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend at our age is silly.
And what exactly do you want?
You really have to ask, Is?
Well… Thank you, Ewan. That’s definitely very sweet. I, well, I didn’t think you thought of me that way. I don’t know, I see nothing wrong with elf ears. But I do really like your hair.
In what way? I was ready to marry you by our fourth date. I’m not a perfect man but I know what I want.