In numerology, the acacia flower falls under the number 9. This pertains to the completion of a cycle and it means a lifetime of fulfillment. It’s also about service and about love.”
So, possibly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. I mean you know how you hear the “women want him, men want to *be* him” stuff in old movies? Well I’m a man and by *god* I wanted to be this guy. Anyway!
I’m having dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and behind us are a couple on a date. It is.. not going well. Guy was being rather creepy and making some pretty inappropriate comments, the girl doesn’t look at all comfortable.
The girl finishes her appetiser really quickly, my guess is she wanted to get it over with. Guy proceeds to comment on it and says “well, least I know you can swallow right?”. Loudly.
Girl goes red and tells him that isn’t appropriate, he literally waves his hand in a “shoo” type motion and says “oh calm down I was going to find out in a few hours anyway”.
I missed her exact reply as she moved to a hushed tone, but it was fairly obvious what was being said – fuck no, fuck off, fuck this. He responded with “sweetheart I picked you up, I know where you live”. She lost the colour in her face and said nothing.
No. No. Fuck no. I’m one of those “get involved” type of people and there is no way I’m sitting here watching this go down. I get up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m 23, fighting fit and happy to put that motherfucker through a wall. I may have had a slight temper in my youth. But anyway.
I was halfway out of my chair when a hand came down on my shoulder and I look up to this mid-50s but super fit guy who says “Easy.. I’ve got this one son”. Absolute, total confidence in his voice.. so seeing as my current plan amounted to “stab him in the neck” and I’m already thinking maybe that’s not the best idea, I sit down.
He walks over, grabs a nearby chair, flips it around and sits down with the couple. Then.. he pulls out his police ID and puts it on the table. Now the guy doesn’t have any colour in his face.
Cop: “So, I’m quietly celebrating my daughters birthday with my family when I distinctly hear you threaten this young lady, would you care to explain yourself?”
Guy: “I, ah, well, um, you see..”
Cop: “That’s what I thought. Now see, we take a *very* dim view of that kind of thing, so right now I’m deciding if I want to have some of my buddies come pick you up.”
Guy: “oh no well that…”
Cop: “But that would disrupt everyone’s dinner, so how about you hand me your ID, because I wouldn’t want you running off on me, then you go see one of the staff here and settle your bill.. the full bill now, this young lady shouldn’t go hungry on account of your poor behaviour. Or we can go with the first option, I’ll leave it up to you.”
Guy: “No no! That’s perfectly fine!” *hands over ID, gets up and walks very quickly in the direction of the counter*
Cop: *while writing down the guys details* “Sorry about that miss, I hope I’m not intruding it just seemed like you could use some help. Oh and don’t worry, if you want to pursue this further I’ll have some of the boys pick him up on his way home, we can definitely take this further.”
Girl: “No, thank you so much, I wanted to run out 30 minutes ago but he drove me here”.
Cop: *shifts from hardarse cop to comforting father figure in about half a second* “Well I’m here with my daughter, she’s about your age, perhaps you’d like to finish your meal with us? We can run you home afterwards if you’d like, unless you’d prefer to call someone else?”
Girl: “Oh.. that would be really nice.. thankyou so much!”
*guy returns, so does the hardarse cop*
Guy: “Uh so, I’ve paid the bill, if I could have my ID back..”.
Cop: “There you go.. now I have your details right here so I *highly* recommend you don’t go near or contact this young lady ever again.”
Guy: “Yes yes of course, I’m so sorry!”
The guy pretty much fled the restaurant, the girl went and sat with the cop and his family and by the time we left they were still sitting around talking and laughing about random crap.
It was hands down the best way I have ever seen anybody handle any situation, ever. That cop is my hero.
Dude. I hope that man has a great rest of his life.
It wasn’t often that Thomas’ temper was roused to the point of explosion, wasn’t often he cursed or raised his voice to anyone but his father or those idiotic enough to insult Miranda in front of him, and that was how Miranda knew something had happened.
It was how she knew the nature of her husband’s feelings towards the Lieutenant.
“And you think that excuses you?” Thomas’ voice seemed to echo through the suddenly quiet room as though through a cave. “Sir, it does nothing of the sort!”
“My Lord, I only meant-” the man, possibly John Percy from down the road judging by the simpering tone.
Thomas stood forward, between James and the man she noted, and laughed. “You meant nothing. You have fallen entirely out of my favour, sir. To insult a man of the navy, who has fought for the liberties you take for granted, is the last insult;” Thomas tilted his chin up, looking every mote the Lord he was by birth and by nature, a fury in his eyes Miranda could see from her place by the other ladies attending the salon. “Now, I must ask you leave. I will not stand for such flagrant disregard of the lives given to maintain our freedom and our country. Good day. Lieutenant,” he turned to James and gestured to the door that led to a small antechamber.
James, she saw, looked flushed and awed. He dipped his head, muttered “my Lord,” and went with Thomas side by side out of the room.
Later, with wine and cakes and no company but their own, Thomas was livid. When he recounted the story to Miranda she felt her cheeks heat and her stomach drop as her own anger rose.
“He had the nerve, the gall, to insult James in front of me! He called James a- a- a common piece of cannon fodder!” Thomas shouted. His hands were shaking as he reached for the wine. “I’ve never been so close to hitting someone…”
Miranda scowled, wishing Thomas had thrown the man to the ground and bloodied his face. But, she wished more that James could see this; Thomas so beautiful in his rage defending the man he was no doubt falling in love with. She wanted for her husband every happiness on this Earth, even if it was one she had hoped to keep for herself.
“Percy is a fool,” she said, voice calmer than she felt, “and he won’t dare say such things again in your presence, dearheart.”
Thomas sighed. “I just- I had hoped that our proximity tonight would protect him, not cause trouble…” Thomas fell into a chair with a huff and sniffed, tears in his eyes. As one fell to his cheek he seemed shocked and wiped it away quickly, clearly hoping Miranda wouldn’t notice.
She had. But she hid that knowledge.
“He is new to society,” she reminded her husband. “Let his reputation come to light. Respect will follow shortly.”
Thomas looked at her adoringly. “What would I do without you?” He asked, reaching out to her. She took his hand and squeezed.
“Challenge every noble to a duel?”
Thomas laughed brightly and, at last honestly cheerful. “Ah, yes… well. We swore not to being that up again, love.”
“You swore! I just insinuated I would only bring it up once or twice;” she winked at him, delighting in the return of his joy.
As for James, he would see soon enough that Thomas’ devotion was true and honest.
He had been fully dressed and halfway out the door, yet somehow James found himself pulled back onto the bed, into Thomas’s lap, him with his boots on and Thomas without even a nightshirt beneath the bedclothes, covering his neck in kisses.
James found himself chuckling, and then leaning in to Thomas’s touch. At the first sign of James’s surrender, Thomas pulled him further onto the bedclothes and into his arms.
“Careful,” James warned, a quiet smile in his voice. “I’ll get my dirty boots all over your bedclothes.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Thomas mumbled into his neck, working his fingers under James’s coat and starting to undo the buttons of his shirt.
James turned to kiss him, distracting him from the task at hand. “What about your poor servants though? I wouldn’t have thought you’d want to put them to more work than necessary,” James teased.
Thomas gave him a rueful smile. “I suppose you’re right,” he conceded. James tried to take the opportunity to detach himself from Thomas, but Thomas clung on and followed him to the edge of the bed. “In that case, Mr McGraw,” he whispered filthily in James’s ear, “I shall have to fuck you against the desk, where your boots will cause least offence.”
“That’s Lieutenant McGraw to you,” James practically growled. He felt Thomas shudder with pleasure behind him and he sighed. “And as much as I’d like you to take me while I’m fully dressed in all my regalia, I really do have to go. I’m needed by Admiral Hennessey.”
“I need you, though,” Thomas whined, and nipped at his ear to emphasise his point. James was half-hard in his trousers by now, and seriously contemplating giving in.
He turned again and kissed Thomas, ever so gently on the lips, feeling a sigh of defeat escape his lover. “I love you,” he whispered in Thomas’s, a confession, though one he had made many times before and would repeat, he hoped many times again over the rest of his life. It never lost its effect on either of them. He stood up, sighing, and this time Thomas let him go, standing up with him to say goodbye. “But I must go.”
Thomas kissed one side of his mouth, then the other. “I know love. Maybe later then.” He winked, and on anyone else it would have looked ridiculous.
It had James cursing under his breath as he made his way out the door.
At least the carriage ride to Hennessey’s was a fairly long and bumpy one. Hopefully it would be enough time to get himself under control.
(james is more confident when he’s drunk (thomas at least wants to make sure the door is bolted first), james is 1000% a bottom, james passes the fuck out after sex and thomas reads until james wakes up)
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