Ther's Porn Of Us The sequel
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aneralmay42So this is the original link: http://tintin-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1701.html?thread=231077#cmt231077 and here is the sequel part 1
Home
It had felt like a long trip, in reality it had only been two nights and full day but to Tintin it felt like months. Marlinspike was a welcome sight as his taxi turned onto the drive and the familiar smells of the countryside reached his nostrils. Finally he relaxed, his alcohol induced headache eased slightly, peace, but he was still worried. How?
Nestor opened the front door before the taxi came to a complete standstill and made his way down the steps, Tintin opened his door and Snowy jumped out onto the gravel. Nestor opened the boot removing Tintin’s case while the young man paid the driver.
“Welcome home sir, the master is waiting in the drawing room. I will take your case to your room.”
“Thank you Nestor.” Tintin said putting a hand to his head to massage his temple.
“I will bring you a glass of water and some aspirin.”
“Thank you Nestor.” That butler was really too good at his job.
Captain Haddock sat in his favourite arm chair, smoking pipe clasped between his teeth, book in his lap, but he wasn’t reading, his eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Tintin smiled, walked to his friend, gently took the pipe from the Captains mouth and tapped it out into the fireplace. It was only when he had completed the act that he realised how easy it would be for people like Miss Walters to misunderstand their friendship.
Tintin slumped into his chair as Snowy curled up on the carpet, Miss Charlotte Walters, she was a nice girl maybe a year or two younger than Tintin, 20 21 maybe, pretty too now he thought about it, in a well-educated sort of way. She had been so embarrassed and apologetic it seemed to add something to her appeal. She had said that the writing had never been meant for anyone but herself, this confession didn’t stop both of them imbibing a few drinks more than was perhaps good for them. Maybe this was why he had invited her to spend a week with them in Marlinspike when the term came to an end.
“What have I done?” Tintin muttered out laud to himself as he leant forward and buried his head in his hands.
The Captain stirred, “Hay lad I didn’t hear you come in. How was your trip?”
Tintin lifted his head and taking a deep breath replied, “Educational.”
Haddock laughed throwing his head back, “I thought you were the only doing the educating, not the other way around.”
“Yes well…” Tintin managed a small smile, “I met a girl.”
His friend stopped laughing. “Gosh lad you make that sound like a bad thing.”
“I invited her to visit.” Tintin’s voice was so small the Captain thought he had miss heard, but when Tintin finely looked up at him he knew he hadn’t.
“Well, this is a turn up for the books. Just let Nestor know when she’ll be arriving.” And with that the conversation was at an end. Tintin had expected greater resistance from his friend knowing how much he hated his home being invaded, but his relaxed, almost complacent attitude was a surprise.
___
A month later Miss Walters was standing on the steps of Marlinspike Hall smiling nervously up at Captain Haddock while Nestor retrieved the bags from the taxi, Tintin was somewhere in the grounds taking Snowy for a walk. Miss Walters shakily extended a hand to the Captain, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. I’m Catherin Walters and this is my brother Jonathan. Mother insisted he come. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion”
“Not at all.” Haddock muttered shaking the young man’s hand and whishing Tintin had returned before now, and as if on cue Snowy came bounding around the side of the house closely followed by a breathless Tintin.
“Miss Walters.” He called beaming, “Sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived. You know how dogs are when they want a walk.”
Tintin bound up the steps two at a time and shook Catherin’s hand warmly, while Snowy sniffed at her brothers feet, “My brother Jonathan.” She said indicating her brother.
“Pleasure to meet you Mr Walters.” Tintin said holding out his hand.
“Please Mr Walters is my father, Call me Jon.” He said taking it.
“Well now everyone knows everyone why don’t go in.” Haddock muttered feeling uncomfortable and secretly wanting a drink.
___
By the time they all sat down to dinner everyone was feeling more relaxed especially the Captain who had imbibed several glasses of Lock Lomond and was now talking animatedly with Jon about the seafaring life. Tintin on the other hand was spellbound by Miss Walters, on their first meeting she had been so shy and quiet almost a ghost of a person and now here she was listening intently to her brother and the Captain, smiling and laughing with no inhibitions.
After Dinner they retired to the drawing room and conversation turned to Tintin and the Captain’s adventures. Though he talked freely Tintin wasn’t interested in reliving his adventures yet again he wanted to know about the young woman who now hung on his every word, her hopes and dream what she wished to do with her life when she left university, everything.
He was recounting there mission to Tibet to rescue Chang, a memory he still found hard to talk about even three years later, when the Captain changed the subject. Haddock knew the pain the memories evoked, the night terrors they had caused Tintin were still a spectre on both their minds.
“So Miss Walters what are you studying at Oxford, was it.” The Captain asked.
“Oh,” She seemed surprised by the question, and then smiled brightly saying, “English Literature, I’m hoping to become an author or maybe a journalist.” When she said journalist she glanced shyly at Tintin and his heart stopped, and silly smile spread across his face.
“Well I’d love to read some of your stuff. I’m sure Tintin would too.” The Captain said brightly. “Have you brought anything with you.”
Both Tintin and Catherin look at each other, the memory of their last meeting surfacing. “N…no, Captain, I’m afraid I haven’t. But I could send you some of the reports I have written for the University newspaper if you like.
“Oh don’t put yourself out on my account.” Haddock replied.
It was Tintin’s turn to save the Captain from conversation, “Jon What about you, are you still studying?”
___
Breakfast was a leisurely affair the group had stayed talking late into the night and it was only Tintin who had woken early, Snowy needing his morning walk, and so a routine began. Tintin would invite Catherin and Jon to visit sights of interest and the three would disappear off for the majority of the day, sometimes joined by the Captain and their evenings would be filled with easy conversation and chat. All too soon the week was over and the four now friends were standing on the steps of Marlinspike once more shaking hands, while Nestor loaded the taxi. When Tintin finely came to shake Catherin’s hand he found he had a lump in his throat and a hollow gap in his chest, he had grown used to this young woman company and now she was leaving. When he finally dragged his eyes from his feet to look down into her face he could see tears in her eyes and he dared to hope that maybe she felt the same way.
“Well…” Tintin muttered, and he realised that the Captain had silently ushered Jon to the waiting car.
“Well…” Catherin muttered in reply.
“I’ve had fun this week.” Tintin said shyly unable to drag his eye’s away from hers.
“Me too.” She smiled, and they fell silent.
“Would you…” They spoke in unison smiled and laughed nervously, looking away and falling silent again.
“Come on you two. Kiss her already will you Tintin, you’ve been dying to all week.” Jon called from the car.
Both Jon and the Captain laughed uproariously as both Catherin and Tintin blushed deep red, and couldn’t look at each other. Suddenly Tintin found a hand on his arm and lips on his cheek and saw Catherin on tiptoe, when she pulled away Jon was whooping loudly, the Captain stood stunned and Tintin’s hand moved slowly to his cheek. Catherin smiled sheepishly up at him. “Thank you.” She whispered. And walked down the steps to the car, Tintin couldn’t move, he was stunned. “By the way.” Catherin called from the car, “I left you a gift in the library.”
And with that the siblings were gone whisked away by the taxi. Tintin raised his hand to wave but only once the car was out of sight.
The sound of the Captains voice beside him brought him back to reality, “You have it bad kiddo. Really bad.”
___
Tintin had stayed standing on the front steps for nearly ten minutes watching the gate before turning bereft to head for the library. He knew at once what it was that Catherin had left him. On the desk in the middle of the great room was a dog eared notebook wrapped round with a blue ribbon, he knew the notebook, it was the one he had found in the bar in Oxford. Tucked into the ribbon at the front was a small card, Tintin opened this first.
Dear Tintin,
I think you should have this to do with as you will. Thank you for everything.
Yours
Catherin x
Tintin untied the ribbon running the satin through his fingers and began to read.
Home
It had felt like a long trip, in reality it had only been two nights and full day but to Tintin it felt like months. Marlinspike was a welcome sight as his taxi turned onto the drive and the familiar smells of the countryside reached his nostrils. Finally he relaxed, his alcohol induced headache eased slightly, peace, but he was still worried. How?
Nestor opened the front door before the taxi came to a complete standstill and made his way down the steps, Tintin opened his door and Snowy jumped out onto the gravel. Nestor opened the boot removing Tintin’s case while the young man paid the driver.
“Welcome home sir, the master is waiting in the drawing room. I will take your case to your room.”
“Thank you Nestor.” Tintin said putting a hand to his head to massage his temple.
“I will bring you a glass of water and some aspirin.”
“Thank you Nestor.” That butler was really too good at his job.
Captain Haddock sat in his favourite arm chair, smoking pipe clasped between his teeth, book in his lap, but he wasn’t reading, his eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. Tintin smiled, walked to his friend, gently took the pipe from the Captains mouth and tapped it out into the fireplace. It was only when he had completed the act that he realised how easy it would be for people like Miss Walters to misunderstand their friendship.
Tintin slumped into his chair as Snowy curled up on the carpet, Miss Charlotte Walters, she was a nice girl maybe a year or two younger than Tintin, 20 21 maybe, pretty too now he thought about it, in a well-educated sort of way. She had been so embarrassed and apologetic it seemed to add something to her appeal. She had said that the writing had never been meant for anyone but herself, this confession didn’t stop both of them imbibing a few drinks more than was perhaps good for them. Maybe this was why he had invited her to spend a week with them in Marlinspike when the term came to an end.
“What have I done?” Tintin muttered out laud to himself as he leant forward and buried his head in his hands.
The Captain stirred, “Hay lad I didn’t hear you come in. How was your trip?”
Tintin lifted his head and taking a deep breath replied, “Educational.”
Haddock laughed throwing his head back, “I thought you were the only doing the educating, not the other way around.”
“Yes well…” Tintin managed a small smile, “I met a girl.”
His friend stopped laughing. “Gosh lad you make that sound like a bad thing.”
“I invited her to visit.” Tintin’s voice was so small the Captain thought he had miss heard, but when Tintin finely looked up at him he knew he hadn’t.
“Well, this is a turn up for the books. Just let Nestor know when she’ll be arriving.” And with that the conversation was at an end. Tintin had expected greater resistance from his friend knowing how much he hated his home being invaded, but his relaxed, almost complacent attitude was a surprise.
___
A month later Miss Walters was standing on the steps of Marlinspike Hall smiling nervously up at Captain Haddock while Nestor retrieved the bags from the taxi, Tintin was somewhere in the grounds taking Snowy for a walk. Miss Walters shakily extended a hand to the Captain, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. I’m Catherin Walters and this is my brother Jonathan. Mother insisted he come. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion”
“Not at all.” Haddock muttered shaking the young man’s hand and whishing Tintin had returned before now, and as if on cue Snowy came bounding around the side of the house closely followed by a breathless Tintin.
“Miss Walters.” He called beaming, “Sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived. You know how dogs are when they want a walk.”
Tintin bound up the steps two at a time and shook Catherin’s hand warmly, while Snowy sniffed at her brothers feet, “My brother Jonathan.” She said indicating her brother.
“Pleasure to meet you Mr Walters.” Tintin said holding out his hand.
“Please Mr Walters is my father, Call me Jon.” He said taking it.
“Well now everyone knows everyone why don’t go in.” Haddock muttered feeling uncomfortable and secretly wanting a drink.
___
By the time they all sat down to dinner everyone was feeling more relaxed especially the Captain who had imbibed several glasses of Lock Lomond and was now talking animatedly with Jon about the seafaring life. Tintin on the other hand was spellbound by Miss Walters, on their first meeting she had been so shy and quiet almost a ghost of a person and now here she was listening intently to her brother and the Captain, smiling and laughing with no inhibitions.
After Dinner they retired to the drawing room and conversation turned to Tintin and the Captain’s adventures. Though he talked freely Tintin wasn’t interested in reliving his adventures yet again he wanted to know about the young woman who now hung on his every word, her hopes and dream what she wished to do with her life when she left university, everything.
He was recounting there mission to Tibet to rescue Chang, a memory he still found hard to talk about even three years later, when the Captain changed the subject. Haddock knew the pain the memories evoked, the night terrors they had caused Tintin were still a spectre on both their minds.
“So Miss Walters what are you studying at Oxford, was it.” The Captain asked.
“Oh,” She seemed surprised by the question, and then smiled brightly saying, “English Literature, I’m hoping to become an author or maybe a journalist.” When she said journalist she glanced shyly at Tintin and his heart stopped, and silly smile spread across his face.
“Well I’d love to read some of your stuff. I’m sure Tintin would too.” The Captain said brightly. “Have you brought anything with you.”
Both Tintin and Catherin look at each other, the memory of their last meeting surfacing. “N…no, Captain, I’m afraid I haven’t. But I could send you some of the reports I have written for the University newspaper if you like.
“Oh don’t put yourself out on my account.” Haddock replied.
It was Tintin’s turn to save the Captain from conversation, “Jon What about you, are you still studying?”
___
Breakfast was a leisurely affair the group had stayed talking late into the night and it was only Tintin who had woken early, Snowy needing his morning walk, and so a routine began. Tintin would invite Catherin and Jon to visit sights of interest and the three would disappear off for the majority of the day, sometimes joined by the Captain and their evenings would be filled with easy conversation and chat. All too soon the week was over and the four now friends were standing on the steps of Marlinspike once more shaking hands, while Nestor loaded the taxi. When Tintin finely came to shake Catherin’s hand he found he had a lump in his throat and a hollow gap in his chest, he had grown used to this young woman company and now she was leaving. When he finally dragged his eyes from his feet to look down into her face he could see tears in her eyes and he dared to hope that maybe she felt the same way.
“Well…” Tintin muttered, and he realised that the Captain had silently ushered Jon to the waiting car.
“Well…” Catherin muttered in reply.
“I’ve had fun this week.” Tintin said shyly unable to drag his eye’s away from hers.
“Me too.” She smiled, and they fell silent.
“Would you…” They spoke in unison smiled and laughed nervously, looking away and falling silent again.
“Come on you two. Kiss her already will you Tintin, you’ve been dying to all week.” Jon called from the car.
Both Jon and the Captain laughed uproariously as both Catherin and Tintin blushed deep red, and couldn’t look at each other. Suddenly Tintin found a hand on his arm and lips on his cheek and saw Catherin on tiptoe, when she pulled away Jon was whooping loudly, the Captain stood stunned and Tintin’s hand moved slowly to his cheek. Catherin smiled sheepishly up at him. “Thank you.” She whispered. And walked down the steps to the car, Tintin couldn’t move, he was stunned. “By the way.” Catherin called from the car, “I left you a gift in the library.”
And with that the siblings were gone whisked away by the taxi. Tintin raised his hand to wave but only once the car was out of sight.
The sound of the Captains voice beside him brought him back to reality, “You have it bad kiddo. Really bad.”
___
Tintin had stayed standing on the front steps for nearly ten minutes watching the gate before turning bereft to head for the library. He knew at once what it was that Catherin had left him. On the desk in the middle of the great room was a dog eared notebook wrapped round with a blue ribbon, he knew the notebook, it was the one he had found in the bar in Oxford. Tucked into the ribbon at the front was a small card, Tintin opened this first.
Dear Tintin,
I think you should have this to do with as you will. Thank you for everything.
Yours
Catherin x
Tintin untied the ribbon running the satin through his fingers and began to read.
