Remember When (Mordant & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Remember When (Mordant &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 22:26:11</strong>
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				Sitting in bed, Nicole looked over at the man sleeping beside her. If she hadn't loved him so much, she wouldn't be up in the middle of night with a notebook making a list of pro's and con's of moving across the country for a new position he'd acquired in his job. He would give it up if she said no, but they weren't just dating any longer, he'd proposed, she'd accepted and he had given her his grandmothers wedding ring. She couldn't just dismiss the idea out of hand without weighing all the options.<br><br>Tonight was going to be a huge push in either the pro or con column, he was introducing her to his father who lived now where the job was. He was apparently a retired traveling lecturer or something at the University level, but she hadn't been paying too much attention when he was telling her about him. The visit they'd made to give his mother the good news had been enough for her to want to put the brakes on any more family meetings, but there was no way she could refuse to meet the man and she didn't remember the last time she'd seen Michael so excited. So she'd go, put on a happy face and hope for the best. <br><br>Nicole had met Michael two years before right out of grad school. She'd had a flat tire and was attempting to change it during a downpour. Her light blond hair had been matted from the rain and she had smudges of dirt on her face and she would never forget the look he'd given her when he came out of his car to help her, as if she were the most attractive woman in the world. He adored her, she knew that, so she was going to try to find a way to make this work so he could have the job he had dreamed of. Tonight, just get through tonight, she told herself as she flipped off the light and tried to go back to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Remember When (Mordant &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 23:10:38</strong>
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				Tonight it was raining, and while Michael's favourite memory of his fiance was the wide-eyed and soaked young woman that he'd first met, he was aware that bringing Nicole to meet his father when she was drenched wasn't the best option. David Almon wasn't easily impressed; not by his Lit students, not by his ex-wife and very few times was he impressed with even his only son. Though that was the case, and also the reason Michael held a simple black umbrella over their heads, he was sure the two of them would get along. From what he remembered, Nicole wasn't thrilled after meeting his overbearing mother and his father was the opposite--intimidating surely, but mostly disinterested in his son's love life. <br><br>This was what kept Michael smiling as he knocked on the door calmly before sending Nicole a warm smile, the umbrella tilting as he bent forward to kiss her cheek where he whispered a gentle "relax," that was as playful as it was serious. <br><br>Michael respected his father, and though most loathed to be in the critical Professor's midst, looked forward to these few visits. The older man opened the door then, quite expectantly.&nbsp; <br><br>David Almon looked at his son with an appreciative familiarity. He took after his mother, with his chestnut brown hair and wide green eyes. David's own appearance was much colder, hair several shades darker than his son, now accentuated by a light trace of grey, and contrasted by lucid blue eyes. They drifted over to Nicole, then, and the familiarity didn't disappear. <br><br>He had prepared himself from this after receiving Michael's phonecall, recognizing his fiance's name almost immediately. But, somehow, the memories he'd diligently locked away from all those years ago, didn't want to stay below the surface. David's lithe body shifted in the doorframe, inviting them in, though his eyes never left the young woman's smooth skin, nor her blonde hair which he remembered to be soft. Unbearably so. <br><br>"You've barely changed since I saw you last," he was looking at his son now, something akin to a smirk on his face. But the remark, murmured in his trademarked smooth voice, was undoubtedly meant for Nicole.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Remember When (Mordant &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 01:32:36</strong>
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				How had she not known? How had she not put this together before now. If it had been possible to will herself to crawl into the ground then and there she would have done so. It had been years since she'd seen Professor Almon, but the moment she laid eyes on him every vivid detail of the time she'd spent with him came rushing back flooding her memories. <br><br>When Nicole started college, she had been something of a wild child with little direction. If it hadn't been for David, she probably would have flunked right out of school during her second semester. She supposed in the most technical sense of the word, she'd slept her way to a 4.0 average, but he'd never changed a single grade for her. He'd encouraged her in creative ways to push herself, helped her with requests to other professors for extensions and extra credit to pull her GPA up before it was too late and for three years kept her completely on task. <br><br>She had been head over heels in love with him as much as she had been infuriated and aggravated by him. In the end it didn't matter, he'd taken a new position in another part of the country and neither of them were going to pretend that what they had could have lasted anyway. In a way, his leaving had been the best thing for her, it forced her to stand on her own and she worked her way through her last year in college and then grad school and now she was writing freelance pieces for a magazine. It was enough flexibility that it didn't matter where they lived.<br><br>Now though, here she was standing in his foyer and she had been stunned to silence. When she met Michael, she'd had that moment of nostalgia about David when she learned his last name but never pieced it together. Michael had only said he'd been a visiting lecturer and traveled some, not that he'd taught at the university she'd attended and she never thought on it after that. <br><br>Did he remember her? He didn't seem nearly as shocked as she was so she imagined he'd already pieced it together before they arrived, but was choosing to keep that bit of information to himself. She looked to Michael and tried to get her bearings, hoping he would 'introduce' them soon and get on with the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Remember When (Mordant &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 07:06:12</strong>
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				Michael ushered the two of them inside and sent an amused glance Nicole's way. His father had certainly made an impression on her, if the roundness of her eyes and quietest tinge of pink to her cheeks were anything to go by. Reassuringly, he let a hand fall to the small of her back and he led them through the foyer. She wasn't the first person to be nervous around Professor Almon.<br><br>"Dad, this is Nicole. The one I've told you so much about." He chuckled boyishly and let his hand slip from her back to tug at her waist, fingers dragging slowly to their place. His voice sobered up slightly as he gazed at her, "My fiance."<br><br>The word lingered in the air as Michael smiled at Nicole. "And this is Professor David Almon, otherwise known as my father." <br><br>"Pleasure." David's eyes gleamed as he watched the fingers stroking those places he knew so well. Better than his son knew them. This he was sure of. "I had dinner prepared early, so let's catch up, shall we?"<br><br>His slender fingers tucked into his pockets as he tilted his head to regard the younger woman. There were the subtle changes that he noticed after some time; the arch of her neck slightly more dignified, the cinch of her waist even more womanly. David had known many women, yet none had left an impression like Nicole had. Not with her small, pink lips and young eyes -- which somehow looked even younger today -- the same skin, and bones and fragments that had sat in his office, made one of the leather chairs her own. <br><br>David let the memory settle in the air, before finally turning to Michael. "And maybe you two can tell me how you met."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Remember When (Mordant &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 16:03:31</strong>
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				Nicole was broken out of her reverie when Michael's hand wrapped around her waist and he introduced her to his father. She couldn't find the words but also knew she couldn't just stand there in stunned silence. How was she going to tell Michael this? He would never understand, maybe she didn't have to, it didn't appear that David was in any hurry to let their past be known, and that was for the best. She had a new life now that she loved and she was not going to let her past take it away from her. <br><br>"A pleasure to meet you as well"<br><br>Of course, moving here now was completely out of the question, especially since one of the suggestions that Michael had if they did was that they live with David for a short time while they got settled and found a place of their own. They followed David in to the dining room, not at all surprised that the wouldn't be eating in the kitchen. The house was exactly what she would have pictured for him, it was his taste to the letter.<br><br>"Actually, if you could point me towards your washroom, I'd like to freshen up a bit"<br><br>And take a moment to compose herself and get her bearings after the shock she'd just endured.
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