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02 October 2008 @ 07:18 am
Ficlet: Just Right  
Title: Just Right
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for implied sexual situations
Word Count: 372
Prompt: 33 – Right – Mandy Brocklehurst/Nathaniel Nott
Summary: The right time, the right place, the right thing to do.
A/N: Written for delayed_poet from a prompt table.

It was the right thing to do, Nathaniel Nott thought confidently. He’d wooed her, won her affections—and hadn’t that been annoying at times, with that idiot around—and loved her despite himself. It hadn’t been quite a year, but even by Theo’s exacting standards it had been more than long enough.

Why nerves fluttered through his stomach, making him fidget and wonder if he had any fags—though he hadn’t smoked in ages—he didn’t know. He never got nervous like this.

It was a relatively normal night out: a romantic dinner at a very nice restaurant, dessert in bed with a couple of candles for light and an unusually attentive Nathan.

When she laid back in his bed, mussed hair spilling across his pillow, his dark heart skipped a beat and he realized that things were different with her. He was different with her. This was the right thing to do.

“I have something for you,” he said in a low voice, rising just enough from his languid satiation to open a bedside table drawer enough to slip out a large, flat jeweler’s box. He turned it toward her and flipped it open, revealing a stunning string of pearls with matching earrings.

“They’re from near that island I brought you to,” he told her softly, watching as her breath literally caught in her throat and her eyes lit up with delight.

“Oh, Nathan…” He’d obviously picked the perfect mix of expensive and sentimental.

She sat up and he gently clasped the necklace around her delicate neck. It fell right against her delicious collar bone. He didn’t know which glowed more, the pearls’ with their polished luminescence or her skin with love, surprise and pleasure.

She kissed him deeply in thanks, and when he broke it, he said, “I have one more thing.”

“This is too much already!” she protested, but he rolled to the side again, retrieving a smaller box from the same drawer—a ring box. Inside was a ring studded with tiny, extremely miniature, perfect pearls and shining diamonds around a slightly larger central diamond.

“Mandy,” he said huskily, “will you marry me?”

The right question at the right time. He only hoped to hear the right answer.