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A few days later..

The past three days had been an absolute blur for Matilda, and her encounter with Arthur had been, and still was in the forefront her mind. Henry had often accused her of walking around the Manor in a daydream, and on this particular occasion - he was very possibly right. Unfortunately, they now had guests at Wakehurst. Hugo Bennett, and his Mother Emma. Hugo was apparently a connectuon of her father's from the City, and Emma a widower who went everywhere with her son. And from what Tilly could ascertain, she was the one that pulled the strings.

Anna had decreed that the Bennett's should be welcomed formally, with a dinner at the Estate. George wasn't so sure, but he went along with it for the sake of an easy life. The Colonol and Mrs Hollyworth had also been invited, and that invite had been extended to Major Bradford too.

The dining hall had been decorated with fresh flowers from the grounds, and Molly had rolled out the finest china. Henry was grumbling as he stood in the front lounge with his sister, tugging at his collar in discomfort. Tilly chuckled, but she too felt largely uninspired. In a baby blue dress, and her hair pinned up, it felt odd to be so well dressed within her own home.

"What time is the Colonol arriving?"

Henry asked in curiosity, "The sooner they arrive, the sooner we can get this all over and done with.."

Matilda nodded, and took a sip from her glass of wine. The pair were waiting for Hugo and Emma to be ready. An odd couple they were. Hugo was quite the smug type, and Emma was rather fussy. An evening spent in their company was largely uninspring.

The brother eyed his sister suspiciously. He wasn't sure what he suspected, but he suspected something. If he had to put money on it, it would involve Major Bradford, too.

"Looking forward to seeing the Colonol, Tilly?"

The blonde nodded in a nonchalent manner, "I enjoy his company. Why do you ask?"

"And what of Major Bradford?"He retorted, "Do you enjoy his company too?" Tilly felt sure that she was blushing, but she scratched the back of her neck absentmindedly. "Yes. Of course. Why do you ask?"

Henry smirked triumphantly, "No reason." He gave his sister a gentle nudge and sighed, "I wish they'd hurry.." He frowned, glancing to the ceiling, and Matilda nodded, "Hugo is probably admiring himself in the mirror, and has lost track of time.."

"Matilda!!" A sharp voice echoed from the doorway. Anna was stood there, and she had overheard the jibe directed at their guest. The siblings startled somewhat, "Now, you two need to be polite! They are from a very well-to-do family. I won't have you being surly.."

Matilda sighed, and rolled her eyes, "Oh, Mother." And with an irritated snort, the young woman passed her Mother in the doorway, and wandered her way towards the Hall.

If only her Mother knew what had transpired in the barn that afternoon.

Perhaps the Colonol has arrived, Tilly thought idly to herself. Mrs Hollyworth's gossip was far more pleasing then her Mother's blustering. And of course, a certain Major, too.

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The sensible, rational part of her brain, was screaming at Matilda to go back inside and do something productive. The kiss was wonderful, and there would be other opportunities for the pair to be close. But, there was the reckless part that didn't want to go inside and let this be over. The young woman stood there, deep in thought.. He was right, it was rather open.

No, absolutely not... No good could come of that..

Matilda was resolute in her decision to come to her senses and put a stop to it. But then she looked at him. Her stomach tied itself in knots, and the hormones were just rampaging, and she couldn't physically force herself to move away. Instead, she sucked her bottom lip in thought, before releasing it.

The blonde silently pointed behind her to where the old wooden barn stood. As children, the three siblings had played in there all day. Diving in and out of straw, building forts. All happy, wholesome memories. Sadly, all it housed now was an old plough and a stall of chicks.

"We could always relocate.."

What are doing?!

And without another thought, she took Arthur by the hand.

For a man that could negotiate a battlefield and survive, apparently a linen sheet was just one step too far..

"I recommend you steer clear of laundry.. And washing lines.. And perhaps baskets too..

Matilda rolled her eyes in amusement as she picked up her basket, " This is Mary's best basket, she will be livid with you." The blonde gathered the discarded sheet and threw it into the basket, she then carefully set it down to onesid.

"I assume that you are able to stand? She teased, " I never thought you to be clumsy.. " Matilda admitted, the kiss had made her somewhat giddy. When he'd broken it, she had felt utterly disapointed. To gaze into his eyes, and just take in the moment, was mesmerizing. Still, she was sensible if a little reckless.

Is this a game to you

Matilda had absolutely expected Major Bradford to be outraged. He appeared to be constantly consumed with the opinions of others and honour. Of course that was admirable, but it needed to be moderated. How could one possibly live any kind of enjoyable life when consumed with semantics. You couldn't. It was that simple. So, Tilly was glad that she had kissed him, and as she watched him stonk off - she nodded to herself.

"Stuffy as a hare, that one."

The blonde shook her head, but the kiss still lingered. When had she suddenly become so bold? Perhaps it was a morning spent in the heat of the kitchen that had done it. Lack water leading to delirium... She didn't feel delirious. No. Matilda felt eerily calm about her actions.

As she went about pegging out the last cloth, the sound of gravel crunching under boots caught her attention, but she didn't dwell on it. Dougal was probably in search of Harry and Clementine, passing through the courtyard to the barn.

What the young woman really hadn't bargained for, was for Arthur to come stumbling through the line of laundry that she had so carefully pegged out only moments before. The male swore, and the spectacle got too much for Matilda, and she laughed at him.

"What on earth are you trying.."

And that's when he kissed her. He had his hands on her cheeks, and he was actually kissing her. It momentarily stunned Matilda, who had been sure that he would have stalked his way back to his Billets again. But no, here he was. Almost instinctively, Tilly melted as her hands settled on his chest.

He really was impossible
"You really are the most stubborn man that I've ever come across."

An astonished laugh escaped her as she looked at Arthur. Why did he have to be handsome? This whole situation would be made far easier if there were no redeeming factors at all.

"If you hang them out, your red coat will get covered in water drops..Then you'll have to go back looking like you found the only rainstorm in Leicestershire."

Matilda put her hands on the edge of the basket, and perked an eyebrow at the Major. She bit her bottom lip in thought, and cocked her head to one side. It was indeed a curious pose, and one that was quite often dangerous. A cursory look about confirmed that nobody was about. Besides, there was a rather large linen sheet blocking them from view.

With a small tug - Tilly made a claim on her basket. But before Arthur could protest, Matilda had kissed him. It was a soft, lingering peck on the lips, but it was a kiss all the same. The action made her feel warm and fuzzy, and she looked at him unapologetically.

"Apology accepted."

And with a playful wink, she retrieved her linen from the basket that Arthur still held, and continued to peg it up as though nothing had happened.
"What do you plan to do with that, now?"

It had been quite startling to see Major Bradford suddenly appear.

When Matilda pointed to the laundry basket, the young woman started to believe that Arthur might actually be utterly rediculous. A quirky character trait of some sort. He was unpredictable, and ever so slightly grumpy. Much like a little grey cloud.

An endearing cloud

For God's sake Matilda

"And my ankle is absolutely fine, thank you. So, if you could just give me that back - I can finish what I started."

Unlike you

Was Matilda angry? Anger was probably too strong a word. Frustration. Exasperation. They would both go someway to explain how she was feeling. Her head was telling her that Arthur was to be left well and truly alone, but her heart thought quite the opposite. In the two week absence, she had thought of him often. Subconsciously, the blonde settled her hands on her hips.

"Why are you even out here?"
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