tampered | Log; Complete

When; Sunday, April 12th, evening.
Rating; idk. PG-ish? Nothing crazy here, folks.
Characters; Dr. James Wilson (

dr_conscience) and Morgana le Fey (

sleepyseer)
Summary; Oh dear. It's a scandalously May-October date, bbz.
Log;

The restaurant was nice. It wasn't anything too fancy or ostentatious; it was tasteful, classy, but comfortable despite its formality. Wilson opened the door as they approached, smiling warmly at Morgana as he held it for her, gesturing grandly to indicate that she, of course, should enter first.

As he walked in himself, his thoughts were rushing through his head. This was crazy. She was young - very young, much more so than any other woman he'd ever even considered dating. Though it didn't bother her, it did make him feel a little bit self-conscious... it made him question whether this was really right for him to be doing. He was, after all, just at the beginning of a divorce back home, and he'd only been here for a couple of months. Was he just latching onto whatever connection presented itself, contenting himself with the company of a drastically younger woman? He knew he didn't feel that way, but he couldn't help but doubt himself.

Still, it was clear that Morgana was special. Charming, elegant, and very much unlike any of the women he'd been interested in before. Maybe it was the right decision to break the pattern. The age difference be damned; she was an adult, she could make decisions for herself, and she obviously didn't have a problem with how old he was. How much did age really matter, in a place where time held such little meaning? Besides, it was just one date; just dinner.

I have to stop analyzing everything.

He calmed himself, sighing and smoothing his shirt out as he approached the employee by the counter just inside the door.

"Hello, I have a reservation? It should be under Wilson."

The employee found it quickly and began to lead them to their table... well. Here it went.

Just. Calm down.

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As the waiter brought over their food, Morgana smiled and said: "You must teach me to play sometime. I find my hours are terribly idle. Arthur will not hear of me working, and my maid Gwen lets me help around the apartment only grudgingly." That was perhaps a little unfair to poor Gwen -- the girl was too pure of heart to really begrudge anyone anything -- but she still saw herself very much as Morgana's servant, despite Morgana's best attempts to change her thinking.

"Oh, of course, if you'd like," He smiled at her, waiting for the food to be placed down before he continued, "I don't have quite so many idle hours, but I'm sure I could make some for you."

[ooc: asdjkdgjas. RE: AIM~ totally cool with summarizing and skipping forward so feel free to go for that. Pfff... things can get awkward then? Somehow. XDD]

"I'm flattered," Morgana said with a coy smile.

The dinner seemed to fly by. The food was excellent, but better still was the company. Wilson was charming and sweet and endearingly easy to fluster. It made him seem very boyish. Morgana couldn't remember the last time she had laughed that well.

Dinner did indeed pass in a blue, the time passing all the more quickly thanks to how much he was enjoying Morgana's company. Before he'd really processed it, they were back out in the cool night air and, like the gentleman he always strived to be, he was walking her home, his pace leisurely and posture relaxed. He'd definitely become more comfortable over the course of the evening.

"I hope you're not too embarrassed to be seen out in the street with the Elder Doctor W," he teased, his tone grandiose and overdramatic as he spoke his newfound alias, "Who knows what they'll be saying on the Network now."

Morgana laughed. "Hardly," she said. "I couldn't care less about the prattle of idle tongues. Besides, it would all be just jealous chatter anyway. I'm certain your company is in high demand."

And that, Wilson laughed at. "Well, I don't think I could really say that, but... I appreciate the sentiment."

Then, he smiled more earnestly at her, "Honestly, I feel like I'm the one everyone ought to be jealous of, though. I've really enjoyed spending time with you tonight."

Morgana smiled and looked away, strangely shy. She wasn't used to such earnest attention; most of the men she knew swaggered and hid their feelings behind false bravado. Was this because he was from the future, or because he was older, or was Wilson just...different?

She was torn between disappointment and relief when they reached her apartment. She didn't really want the night to be over, but she also needed time to think, to make sense of things. She hesitated by the door and gave him a shy smile. "Thank you again for tonight."

A lot of the the comfort he had built up faded from Wilson when they arrived at the door. Everything came back to him, now; her age, his own current "status," so to speak, the vast differences in their worlds and cultures. Inwardly, he was doing one of the things he did best - mulling over what he deemed to be a moral dilemma. Outwardly, he offered a tight-lipped smile - nervous, but warm - and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm... glad you enjoyed yourself," he spoke softly, then averted his gaze down and off to a side. He glanced back up after a few moments, one corner of his smile quirking, "Well. I hope you did, anyway."

Morgana lifted an eyebrow. "If you have any doubt on that score, you are not nearly as perceptive as I thought you were," she said archly.

She lingered still by the door, unsure how to say goodbye. She had never been out like this before; she didn't know how the evening was supposed to end. The only thing she had to go off of was the night of the dance, and that was...perhaps not the best example. At the very least, she didn't know how Wilson would feel about it, or even how she would feel about it. So she waited and hoped that he knew what to do.

Wilson laughed at that, just slightly abashed, "I had my suspicions, but... I try not to assume."

He was beginning to become aware of a sense of awkwardness lingering over them, and knew that he had to do something to dispel it. He was fairly sure that going in for a kiss was not a good idea; it certainly wasn't proper by the standards of Morgana's society, and he didn't want her to feel like he was pressuring her into anything, because he certainly wasn't. Wherever things may go from here, he was content to be a friend, and he didn't want to destroy any chance of maintaining that.

And then, he had an idea. A smile returned to his face as he gingerly took her hand by the fingertips and forced as much of his nervousness as he could away.

"Well, thank you for the wonderful evening. I hope you'll grant me another sometime," He said as he lifted her hand, punctuating the sentence with a light kiss on her knuckles.

That had really seemed like the better option, but even as he lifted her hand for the kiss, he was doubting himself. He hid it fairly well; if he ever lot on just how much he analyzed everything, everyone he met would think he was insane. But, well, it was done now. He did the only thing he could and hoped for the best.

Was she blushing? She prayed that she wasn't blushing, although she could feel her cheeks burning. Which was ridiculous, really -- her hand had been kissed many times. It was a common courtesy afforded a lady. There was no reason for her to be blushing like a milkmaid. With no small effort, she gained control of herself.

"If you ask, I will gladly come," she said. "And thank you again." With those words, she opened her apartment door and went inside.

If she was blushing, he wasn't going to call any attention to it. He might as well have been, with the nervous smile that was plastered on his face.

After the door was closed, it broke into a wide smile and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. As awkward as things got at points -- and as much as he doubted whether his pursuing this really was morally sound -- it had been an amazing evening. He even found himself feeling strangely grateful for having wound up in the City at all.

He walked the entire way home in a good mood, forcibly ignoring the moral analysis his brain so desperately wanted to launch into. There would be plenty of time for that once he was done floating along like a high schooler who'd just been on his first date.

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Re: asdgdskjhdsa. XDDD love.

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goodbyes are always awkward XD

well yeah. especially after their last one~ XD

So Wilson, got anything planned~? (Also, I just noticed how bushy his eyebrows are)

Hahaha, I don't even know. (AREN'T THEY GIGANTIC. And yet he's still cute. WTF)

Flying by the seat of your pants, eh? (THEY'RE HUUUUUUGE)

He just has NO IDEA what he's doing, so~~~ neither do I. XDD

I don't think anyone knows what they're doing XD

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffft he~ll no.

I don't know why that icon makes me giggle so

Sometimes it takes me ages to reply because I hit browse and start giggling at all the Wilsons.