WHO: Bianca Vaisey and Bertram Aubrey
WHAT: ;D
WHERE: Bianca's flat!
WHEN: Right after her journal post!



Bianca let out an exhausted breath, dropping the back of her hand to her forehead. Well. She glanced sideways at Bertram’s equally exhausted, naked body beside her, and grinned. Well. She didn’t know what had possessed her to make the journal entry, though she supposed it was kind of the chicken way to go about this. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t wanted to have sex with him, she had just needed some sort of decisive moment to push her to it. Bianca had thought that by setting an anniversary date would prove worthy enough, but Bertram openly admitting that he couldn’t get his mind off of her was more than a welcome surprise. It was a true indicator that they could get serious. Maybe they already were.

She rolled away from him to check the time; she was glad for Mira’s shift length. Bianca turned back to Bertram and grinned, “I suppose that was worth the wait,” she teased.

“You suppose?” he was almost out of breath enough that he had considered not bringing up a retort, but ... well, he was fairly certain that he was a good shag at the worst of times. When he actually put his mind to it and (yes, he had actually taken this into consideration) cared about the girl, it was all the easier.

“Well, then I suppose that one time will hold you over for another five or so months.” He grinned, hoping she wasn’t going to take that seriously. Then he’d really be in for some negotiating the next time anything ... erm, came up.

She let out a laugh and pushed some hair out of her face, feeling a sense of giddiness she hadn’t in quite some time. Bianca pulled the sheet up and smiled at Bertram, she was really, really glad they’d waited as long as they had. Well--not as long, but she was glad she hadn’t just jumped into bed with him like so many girls had before, like she may have in the few wild years after her brother’s death.

Bianca felt proud of herself, and them. But she was also curious, and she pressed her elbows into the mattress to slightly lean over Bertram. “Did you mean it? What you said in the journals?” They hadn’t had much time to discuss anything, as she had wasted no time in tackling him when he came through the door.

“Contrary to popular belief, I have a very hard time actually lying to people on the spot.” Which was why he rubbed the back of his neck and stayed silent while he smoked when he wasn’t sure what to say.

“So yes, I did mean it.” He hadn’t been able to admit to himself for quite some time that he’d really been unable to get her out of his head, but it was true. She challenged him a lot more than any of the other ... trysts that he’d had, and she seemed like she was forcing him to be responsible lately in realms other than with his daughter.

His mother was ecstatic, of course.

Bianca felt silly for the thoughts, but her heart soared and she couldn’t stop her smile, or her blush. She could barely recall how intimate she’d been with her last boyfriend (or barely what his name was), and she decided it must have meant that she hadn’t felt anything like this with him. It scared her a bit, but the feelings made her happy, something she hadn’t been for a long, long time.

Merlin. He didn’t even know how crazy she’d been since Hogwarts. She hadn’t felt the need to be as ridiculous as she’d been used to since Bertram had come into her life.

Bianca leaned down and kissed him, a twisting of her stomach forcing the words out of her mouth, “I think I’m in love with you,” she said cautiously, staring directly at him before looking away, knowing that it could be the euphoric feeling of their sexual encounter that was making her so emotional. Or the fact that she actually did love the bloke.

He was pleased with the look that she’d given him right before she kissed him ... right up until he heard the words that were coming out of her mouth. Bertram swallowed thickly and tried very hard to fight his first instinct - which was to bolt right the fuck out of that bed and out into whatever it was that was outside.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it coming, so to speak. Hell, they’d been dating long enough he could safely say that he was fond of her, but saying that he was ... in love with her?

That was a big step.

That was a VERY big step.

He swallowed again, mouth dry.

“That’s...” Bertram searched for the words mentally, eyes scanning her face.

“...not terrible?” He sounded unsure about the phrasing himself.

Bianca couldn’t help the roll of her eyes, and she blinked a few times before she looked back at him. ‘Not terrible’ wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear, but she couldn’t have expected that springing those words on a known womanizer like Bertram would bring anything besides a somewhat lackluster response.

“You’re lucky you’re good in bed,” she said with a smirk, reaching out and flicking Bertram’s forehead, before dropping down into the pillow. She stared with narrowed eyes, wondering if she was stupid for telling him that she loved him; she could have at least waited until they were out of bed. What if he thought she was just some girl who fell head over heels with any bloke she slept with? Bianca felt a slight panic build up in her chest, hoping that all this time spent building a trust hadn’t been a waste.

Thinking about it too much would just make it a bigger deal than it was. They were just words. She was still going to feel the same way about Bertram, and he couldn’t get her off his mind. This eased her thoughts and Bianca mumbled through the pillow cover, “Are you hungry?”

At least he hadn’t run away! That was a huge improvement from the last time any girl had told him they had feelings for him that extended past his dastardly good looks and his penis. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck for a moment and then blinked.

See, this was why he could see himself ... staying with Bianca. She wasn’t some sort of crazy bird who was going to get all uptight about every single thing that he did that she didn’t exactly like. She just breezed past it with a casual flick and left it THE FUCK ALONE.

For now.

“...pizza?” He mumbled back himself, smooshing down into the covers.

Give him five minutes and he’ll be down for the count, Bianca.

Bianca ran a soothing hand over the side of Bertram’s face before she dug herself deeper into bed as well. She’d eventually get him pizza, or whatever she might have leftover in the fridge (her mother absolutely hated coming to her flat and seeing all the take-out boxes--very improper), but she hadn’t found the urge to move just yet. Well, no. She pushed closer to Bertram and found a decently comfortable spot under his arm, knowing that they’d have to shift and move and change positions before either of them managed to sleep, but she liked the idea of attempting to doze off beside him, against him.

Her fingers danced across his chest before her hands slipped around him. Bianca decided to ignore Bertram’s lack of response to revel in her own feelings, and that was good enough for now.