It wasn’t often that there were pretty women at the Fitton airfield. Well, that wasn’t quite true. A few of the female engineers were quite pretty, in a rugged sort of way, but they had all made their opinion of Douglas as one of the lads quite clear from the beginning and if there was one thing that Douglas had learned in his life it was not to unduly anger a woman who was handy with a crescent wrench. There were also some stewardesses for the other airlines who could even be called beautiful, but as loathe as he was to admit it to himself there simply came a time in a man’s life when chasing stewardesses was no longer quite dignified. He was a married man after all, or at least he had been until wife number three up and left him for that berk of a tai chi teacher, and he could no longer quite bring himself to repeatedly go after women after so many disasters that had laid him low.
But the woman standing alone outside of the airfield office was different. True, she was not technically as conventionally beautiful as many of the women that Douglas had seen and pursued in his long and varied career, but there was something about her that captured his attention all the same. Perhaps it was the promise of kindness hiding behind a smile that graced her lips even now, or maybe the laughter that lit up her eyes, or the air of generosity and happiness that seemed to emanate from her as she did nothing more exceptional than stand alone and wait for someone. Whatever the case, she really was very pretty and soon Douglas found himself walking over to her without even intending to. Sure, he might strike out, but it certainly never hurt to try. And he was Douglas Richardson after all, and he was nothing if not good at charming pretty young women.
"Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met." The woman jumped slightly and looked over at him in shock, evidently surprised both by his sudden appearance and decision to speak to her. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just, well we don’t get many new people on the airfield who aren’t passengers and if you don’t mind me saying you don’t have that wide-eyed and confused look that most of them do. Apparently most of them have never seen an airplane before if their faces or aimless wandering are anything to go by."
The woman smiled politely at his attempted humor but did not respond, and Douglas could feel his grasp of the situation already slipping. Hoping to rescue his dignity he smiled his most charming smile and held his hand out, saying smoothly “I’m Douglas Richardson by the way, a pilot here. And you are?”
"Molly!" Of all the responses Douglas had expected, Martin’s voice echoing across the airfield was definitely one of the last, and probably the least welcome too. In a flash Martin had crossed over to where they were standing and slung an arm around the woman’s shoulders, pulling her into a quick hug. The polite smile that had been fixed on her face blossomed into one of genuine happiness as they embraced, and by the time they had pulled apart Douglas realized just what a colossal mistake he had made. Martin looked over at him with a cheeky smile and said brightly "Douglas, fancy seeing you here. I didn’t know you and Molly had met already - I was just taking her on a tour of the airfield and had to pop off for a second, thanks for stopping by while I was busy."
Martin’s smile only grew larger, and Douglas knew with a sinking heart that he was never going to live this down. Being turned down by a woman was one thing - he certainly had an endless supply of ammunition to use against Martin on that front - but being turned down because he was trying to flirt with someone’s girlfriend was a whole other story. And the fact that it was Martin’s girlfriend, Martin of all people, made it something that he would never, ever be able to forget. Hell, he’d thought that Martin had been lying when he’d rebuffed Douglas’s teasing with a sniff and assertion that he did have a girlfriend, thank you very much, but apparently it had been true. And the bastard had managed to somehow not only find a girlfriend but one that was beautiful as well. Sometimes, life simply was not fair.
With a few mumbled words of excuse, Douglas managed to extricate himself from the increasingly embarrassing situation and walk away in a manner that he furiously told himself was not fleeing. It was more of a strategic retreat, really it was. Besides, if he had to spend another moment watching the doe-eyed looks that Martin was sending Molly or the soppy grin he was getting in return, Douglas was fairly sure that he would lose his mediocre lunch. No, it was better to leave now and spare himself that ordeal. There were plenty of other places for him to muse on the stark injustice of a world that had somehow graced Martin Crieff with a gorgeous woman in his life and left Douglas Richardson with nothing.
Maybe there is something to that stammering idiot act he pulls after all…
D-id you not get my MC ask? *sniffle* Was I awful? And on another note, there is a Molly/Martin pegging fic. HOW CURIOUS.
I’m afraid I’m not sure which ask you’re referring to dear! I got a couple of anon prompts for Martin/Molly fics (if that’s what you’re referring to), and I swear that I haven’t forgotten about them. I’ve been super busy with work and haven’t had a chance to tackle them all, or really any of them yet. But they aren’t being ignored, just saved for when I have time to work through them. Maybe if you’re afraid that the ask didn’t go through try sending it again?
Um, funny thing though…I mayyyy be temporarily putting aside the prompts I have to write a continuation of the ficlet I posted last night. And by that I mean I totally am. BLAME LEXIE, she wormed the idea into my brain and now I’m writing a full length story and I’m so sorry everyone. I WILL get to your prompts, I promise I will. But first I need to write a ridiculous story about Martin and Molly and his housemates and lots of domestic fluff. Because of reasons.
“Alright, careful now, there’s a bit of a step here.”
A soft giggle echoed through the darkened house, quickly muffled by a hand clapped over the offending mouth of the indistinct figure that had uttered it. The two figures froze in the middle of the sitting room, hands clasped together and bodies held in absolute concentration as they listened intently for signs that they had been discovered. Thankfully they were answered only by silence, and after a moment of tense alertness they both relaxed slightly and began to creep towards the stairs once more. The taller figure was leading the way, guiding the smaller through the darkness by the hand and relying on memory alone to get them to safety. The house was nearly pitch black at this time of the night, the occupants either sound asleep or safely ensconced in their rooms, and the man picking his way with utmost care through the room had absolutely no desire to disturb them.
“Ok, we’re just about to the stairs now” Martin whispered as quietly as he could manage in Molly’s ear, hoping that she would be able to contain her giggles this time. They had stayed out at the pub for far longer than he had intended, caught up in talk and laughter and the joy of finally seeing each other again after three long weeks apart. It was Molly’s first time in Fitton, and she had managed to scrape together enough vacation days to come and stay for nearly an entire week. Now, with the buzz of just enough alcohol to make them delightfully tipsy and the electric promise of what was to come singing in their veins, Martin felt at once both wonderfully alive and absolutely terrified of being caught.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want his housemates to meet Molly - well, not exactly. He certainly wasn’t ashamed of her or anything ridiculous like that. Most days he could hardly believe how lucky he was to have found a woman as beautiful and brilliant and kind as Molly, and at almost all he times he found himself so bursting with happiness that he wanted to shout it out to the world. But not tonight. Tonight was the first time that Molly was going to see where he lived, and the first time that they would spend the night together anywhere that was not her flat. In fact, this week would be the longest time that they spent together so far, and the very last thing that Martin wanted was for it to be ruined at the start by one of the nosy and overly chatty students to interfere in any way. The very thought of one of the students telling Molly an embarrassing story about him, or even talking about his life at all was enough to make him cringe in horror and it was certainly not what he wanted tonight. No, introductions could be saved for later. Much later.
But, just as they were creeping down the hallway of the second floor and Martin thought that they were in the clear, the worst occurred. Having forgotten all about the unnaturally creaky floorboard that was smack in the middle of the hallway, Martin managed to step directly on it and set off a groan that was loud enough to sound like the house was going to shake itself apart. He froze, but it was too late. The sound of startled college student came through the bedroom door next to them, and before he could do anything but turn and stare the door was jerked open to spill light into the hallway around Colin in a rumpled t-shirt and pajama pants, scratching his head and looking extremely confused.
“Martin?” he asked with a sleepy yawn, squinting into the darkness. “Is that you mate?”
Repressing a sigh, Martin turned to face the young man and prayed that he could get through this conversation quickly and get on with more pressing matters. “Yeah Colin, it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’m just getting in a bit late.”
Unfortunately, Colin seemed to have caught sight of Molly standing behind him in the dark hallway. “No worries, I was studying for an exam anyway. Who’s that with you?” As if on a cue, sounds of life starting coming from the other bedrooms surrounding them, and one by one curious faces in various stages of tiredness began to poke out of their doors to see what was going on. In a matter of moments the hall was flooded with light as he was put under the intense scrutiny of not only Colin but Seth and his girlfriend Kathy, Olivia, Rupert, Lizzie and her sometimes-boyfriend/sometimes-not Darren, and the poor sod Fitzwilliam whose parents had been far too enthusiastic about Jane Austen for his good. Every eye was turned on them, every eye taking in their clasped hands and jumping to the obvious and inevitable conclusion.
Martin could feel his face turning bright red as the silence grew to astoundingly uncomfortable proportions, and when he heard a giggle escape from one of the girls he was fairly certain that he was going to melt into a puddle of shame right then and there. But before he could stammer out an explanation or excuse to aid their escape up the stairs, Molly stepped forward into the light and said brightly “Hello there everyone, I’m Molly.” Every single face swiveled to look at Molly in surprise, Martin’s included. “It’s nice to meet you all finally.”
The tension broken, students surged out of their rooms to come and meet the newest addition to their household. The girls flocked around Molly, jostling to meet and greet and say hello, while the boys hung back slightly and looked her up and down in what they assuredly thought was a subtle manner that could not have been more obvious. Molly handled it all with grace that was likely born of the several glasses of wine she had drunk with dinner, laughing and shaking hands and sending Martin a quick smile to reassure him that yes, this was alright. Seth gave Martin a quick nudge and a thumbs up, winking with a lascivious grin and sending another flush blooming across his cheeks at the implication. Any hope of privacy or secrecy was long gone, but somehow with each smile and happy pat on the back that he received, Martin found that he cared less and less about propriety as a glow of camaraderie and previously unknown friendship spread through him. The fact that Olivia leaned over to Molly to whisper “Make sure you take good care of him, he deserves it” in a voice so loud that everyone was sure to hear didn’t hurt either.
At last everyone was satisfied that Molly was in fact a decent human being, and that she was indeed welcome in their home. Several more knowing grins and winks were sent Martin’s way as they made their way towards the staircase, and Martin was even able to send a wink or two back they way they had come. But just when he was sure that they were in the clear and would finally be able to get some privacy for the evening, the cluster of students was disturbed by the sudden arrival of the last member of their assembled family. Dennis, ever the standard for laziness and slobbery in the house, wandered up the stairs sleepily from the kitchen clad only in a bathrobe that had been left wide open for anyone who cared to look. He took in the scene before him with a yawn and a disinterested stare, only raising an eyebrow in slight curiosity as he looked over at where Martin and Molly were standing together on the stairs. With another yawn, he turned towards his room and mumbled “You know, ‘s just not fair really. Why should you get the hot one when you don’t even try?” With another yawn, he muttered over his shoulder as he disappeared into his room “Good on ya, mate.”
As Martin fled up the stairs towards his room, a helplessly giggling Molly trailing behind him, he was not sure whether or not to be insulted or pleased at Dennis’s comment. But when Molly pushed him up against the wall with an enthusiastic kiss the moment they entered his flat, that question disappeared entirely to be replaced with matters of a far more pressing and entertaining nature.
Awww. Good to see, as opposed to the stress other “customers” have given you.
Yeah, it was really nice actually. :D Today was one of the rare days when all of my favorite customers came in and none of the crazies/jerks/rude people. It’s great to remember occasionally that most of my customers are actually pretty awesome and not insane.
A quick update on all of the ficlet ideas you wonderful people sent me:
Work was actually rather busier than I thought it would be, meaning I didn’t get a chance to do more than start one of the prompts. BUT I do see all of your prompts, and I love them, so I will tackle as many as I can tomorrow. There will be ALL THE MARTIN/MOLLY FLUFF tomorrow.
Of course I’m hit with the overwhelming need to write Martin/Molly fluff A) when I’m struggling against writer’s block and B) when I’m on my way out the door to go to work all afternoon.
So if any of you lovely people have any short little ideas for ficlets that I could maybe scribble down when I’m at work, I would be eternally grateful. Who knows, maybe that’ll shake some ideas loose and I can get back to writing real things.
Oooooo that’s a tough one. I love them both so much. Buuuuut, even though Andrew Scott is a precious little Irish fairy who’s made of rainbows and giggles, I think I have to say Martin. Mostly because I’m afraid if I don’tpick him he’ll find me and murder me with sheer rage alone. Also his wife is a total badass and I want to be her when I grow up.