[b]Is this a game to you[/b] 

Matilda had absolutely expected Major Bradford to be outraged. He appeared to be constantly consumed with the opinions of others and honour. Of course that was admirable, but it needed to be moderated. How could one possibly live any kind of enjoyable life when consumed with semantics. You couldn't. It was that simple. So, Tilly was glad that she had kissed him, and as she watched him stonk off - she nodded to herself.

[b]"Stuffy as a hare, that one."[/b]

The blonde shook her head, but the kiss still lingered. When had she suddenly become so bold? Perhaps it was a morning spent in the heat of the kitchen that had done it. Lack water leading to delirium... She didn't feel delirious. No. Matilda felt eerily calm about her actions.

As she went about pegging out the last cloth, the sound of gravel crunching under boots caught her attention, but she didn't dwell on it. Dougal was probably in search of Harry and Clementine, passing through the courtyard to the barn.

What the young woman really hadn't bargained for, was for Arthur to come stumbling through the line of laundry that she had so carefully pegged out only moments before. The male swore, and the spectacle got too much for Matilda, and she laughed at him.

[b]"What on earth are you trying.." [/b]

And that's when he kissed her. He had his hands on her cheeks, and he was actually kissing her. It momentarily stunned Matilda, who had been sure that he would have stalked his way back to his Billets again. But no, here he was. Almost instinctively, Tilly melted as her hands settled on his chest.

[b]He really was impossible[/b]