After a few minutes, he drew back from
her, and Julia noticed his eyes, how dark and blurry they'd seemed to
look. She remembered the first time she'd seen him that way, a
blush flaring 'cross her face at the memory.
"It took all I had not to pounce on you," he whispered. "You look
amazing."
"Thanks," she said. "Hope I didn't maul you too badly."
Eric laughed, a low laugh that men laughed when they thought of
naughty things, or were about to do naughty things. He reached
for her once more, but this time when he kissed her, his tongue slid
across the roof of her mouth.
Julia's heart thundered like a racehorse as he did so, and she fought
to maintain her composure.
"Best be off then," he whispered afterward. "They might be needing
either of us."
"Right."
Eric rose to his feet, helping Julia up with one hand, whilst
gathering his guitar with the other. "See you later," he said
softly.
"Right."
Meanwhile,
Mike was feeling a smidgen of guilt about his part in the sketch, he
knew it was written for him to be absolutely rotten to Julia. But he
hated it all the same, remembering Julia's reaction, the tears in her
eyes.
Gray and Gilliam didn't notice a thing 'bout him during the sketch
following, he felt he'd hid it well.
Luckily TJ didn't either.
Michael had changed into his costume for the following sketch, the
loony Self Defence bit, when something caught his eye.
Julia! Christ, she looks gorgeous. I've got to make things
right.
Then he noticed something else.
Bloody
hell...look at him, prolly got his bloody tongue down her throat. She'd
be much happier with me than with 'im. I don't give a rat's arse what
TJ said. Arthur Pewty might've given Deirdre up without a fight, but
not
me. He's prolly gonna get her again at the end of the bit, that song. I
have half a mind to swoop in and steal 'er away for meself.
May wait and get 'er when she's a nurse. Slightly naughty nurse.
He chuckled to himself as he walked, his devious plan known to him
alone.
As
he went to join the others, Eric was already there ahead, and Mike
heard him ask Gray, "Since I did the bit with Julia already, I still
can do it again at the end of this right?"
NO NO NO NO NO, thought Mike.
"'Tis up to you, I s'pose. It's already set to do so why not?"
"Right!"
Michael felt sick, but he smiled a fake smile anyway, as the sketch
started. TJ shot him a look, but Michael looked innocently back at him.
Things went smoothly, still he dreaded the eventuality, having to
see the woman he loved be all snuggie with his best friend.
He
and Eric hit the ground pretending to be dead at the hands of John's
ferocious tiger, then when the focus went to John "blowing himself up",
Eric disappeared out of frame.
And got his way apparently, 'cause the next bit sure enough was Eric
with that damn guitar in bed with Julia. He'd repeated the ending
from before, even the same dedication, Julia snuggled up close.
"And
did those feet in ancient times, walk upon England's mountains green...
we'd like to alter the mood a little, we'd like to bring you something
for mum and dad, Annie, and Roger, Mazaran and Louis and all at
Versailles, it's a little number called 'England's Mountains Green'.
Hope you like it. And did those feet in ancient time ..."
Mike felt as if his heart'd shattered into a million
pieces. The way she was looking at Eric, what she was doing whilst he
was nattering.
Should be me...Julia and me...Why can't it be Julia and me?
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