FIC: Two Elements Combined - Ch.4
Author: elisedq aka Nephilim EQ
Summary: Harry has some problems with his wards and takes Bob along to meet an old friend who can help them...but in more ways than one?
Rating: PG-13 for now...will eventually become, *ahem*, higher.
Chapter 4
“So,” said Harry, opening the door for her and letting her into the house first. “Here’s the place, you’ve seen it before.” He then slid past her and pulled out Bob’s skull and placed it on the table in the front room, and then headed on through the apartment.
“Come on out, Bob,” he yelled as he walked towards the back. “I’m just getting some extra supplies, just in case we need them.”
At Harry’s command, Bob appeared.
Bob nodded to Elizabeth and then walked into the living area of the front room, motioning for her to follow him.
“This is where we set up the primary wards,” he explained.
She’d followed and watched as he motioned towards the supporting beams and the supporting wooden columns. Quickly, she cleared out an area in the center of the room, moving the coffee table to the side, giving her an area to sit and do the spells that were necessary to put up the wards.
She pointed at a beam.
“This is the east wall, correct?”
Bob nodded, and he watched, his eyes widening in surprise, as she then started to strip off not just her coat, but her shirt as well, revealing a black, lacy bra, and she then reached down to slide her jeans down her legs, and he quickly turned around, feeling as though he were imposing on her.
“Uh, Elizabeth…what exactly are you doing?” he asked from his position of not facing her.
He heard more rustling of clothing behind him and he quickly came to the conclusion that she’d just stripped off all of her clothes, and she said,
“I’m setting up to do the spell of course. I can’t have anything between myself and the materials I’m working with.”
Bob shook his head, pinching his nose between two fingers as though he were getting a headache, even though he couldn’t get one, and he let out a groan, still in some slight disbelief that she had completely disrobed behind him.
“I don’t remember you having to do this the last time you did these wards.”
Just as she was about to answer, Bob saw Harry enter the room, ingredients in hand, and just before Bob could warn him, he saw Harry soon assume the same position that Bob was in, facing away from the front room, a look of shock on his face. Amazingly, he hadn’t dropped any of the ingredients.
“Uh, Lizzy…why are you naked in my living room? ‘Cause I’m flattered, really, but all I really need is the spell, so--”
“Oh, you and your ego,” she said, snapping at him and cutting him off, her British accent sounding harsh with her biting tone. “It’s for the spell, you idiot. And don’t call me Lizzy.”
“Uh, I don’t remember there being nudity involved with this last time,” he said, unknowingly echoing Bob’s recent comments, and she quickly responded.
“Well, just as I was about to tell your partner, here, Harry, this is different from the last few times that I’ve done this. The other times,” she explained, “I was only having to reinforce worn down rune spells, but this time I’m having to replace them entirely, hence the new lack of wardrobe It's called skyclad."
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh.”
With that, Harry started to turn to give her what he had in his hands, and then he stopped halfway through and then turned back to his original position and simply put them into a small box he grabbed from the kitchen and slid them across the now empty floor, not once looking in her direction.
“Uh, here you go. Uhm…you need anything else, just ask. Just don’t ask me to turn around,” he amended, and Bob couldn’t stop a small smile from crossing the corner of his lips.
For all of Harry acting like a ladies man, he really was very modest. It was just one of his many redeemable qualities that set him apart from the rest of the Morningways, and what made him Harry Dresden, Wizard.
As they listened to her begin an incantation, which sounded to Bob to be in Gaelic, they shared a quick look and then looked in separate directions.
Harry, however, was acutely aware of the fact that there was a naked woman in his apartment…and he was also aware of the fact that neither he nor Bob were looking at her, and, instead, were attempting to not look at each other. Harry wondered about that, and why he felt almost embarrassed to look at his teacher. Was it because of Elizabeth…?
Or…was it because of something else?
Was it because of that thing that he could not say? That thing that he was not willing to admit?
He remained silent.
Summary: Harry has some problems with his wards and takes Bob along to meet an old friend who can help them...but in more ways than one?
Rating: PG-13 for now...will eventually become, *ahem*, higher.
Chapter 4
“So,” said Harry, opening the door for her and letting her into the house first. “Here’s the place, you’ve seen it before.” He then slid past her and pulled out Bob’s skull and placed it on the table in the front room, and then headed on through the apartment.
“Come on out, Bob,” he yelled as he walked towards the back. “I’m just getting some extra supplies, just in case we need them.”
At Harry’s command, Bob appeared.
Bob nodded to Elizabeth and then walked into the living area of the front room, motioning for her to follow him.
“This is where we set up the primary wards,” he explained.
She’d followed and watched as he motioned towards the supporting beams and the supporting wooden columns. Quickly, she cleared out an area in the center of the room, moving the coffee table to the side, giving her an area to sit and do the spells that were necessary to put up the wards.
She pointed at a beam.
“This is the east wall, correct?”
Bob nodded, and he watched, his eyes widening in surprise, as she then started to strip off not just her coat, but her shirt as well, revealing a black, lacy bra, and she then reached down to slide her jeans down her legs, and he quickly turned around, feeling as though he were imposing on her.
“Uh, Elizabeth…what exactly are you doing?” he asked from his position of not facing her.
He heard more rustling of clothing behind him and he quickly came to the conclusion that she’d just stripped off all of her clothes, and she said,
“I’m setting up to do the spell of course. I can’t have anything between myself and the materials I’m working with.”
Bob shook his head, pinching his nose between two fingers as though he were getting a headache, even though he couldn’t get one, and he let out a groan, still in some slight disbelief that she had completely disrobed behind him.
“I don’t remember you having to do this the last time you did these wards.”
Just as she was about to answer, Bob saw Harry enter the room, ingredients in hand, and just before Bob could warn him, he saw Harry soon assume the same position that Bob was in, facing away from the front room, a look of shock on his face. Amazingly, he hadn’t dropped any of the ingredients.
“Uh, Lizzy…why are you naked in my living room? ‘Cause I’m flattered, really, but all I really need is the spell, so--”
“Oh, you and your ego,” she said, snapping at him and cutting him off, her British accent sounding harsh with her biting tone. “It’s for the spell, you idiot. And don’t call me Lizzy.”
“Uh, I don’t remember there being nudity involved with this last time,” he said, unknowingly echoing Bob’s recent comments, and she quickly responded.
“Well, just as I was about to tell your partner, here, Harry, this is different from the last few times that I’ve done this. The other times,” she explained, “I was only having to reinforce worn down rune spells, but this time I’m having to replace them entirely, hence the new lack of wardrobe It's called skyclad."
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh.”
With that, Harry started to turn to give her what he had in his hands, and then he stopped halfway through and then turned back to his original position and simply put them into a small box he grabbed from the kitchen and slid them across the now empty floor, not once looking in her direction.
“Uh, here you go. Uhm…you need anything else, just ask. Just don’t ask me to turn around,” he amended, and Bob couldn’t stop a small smile from crossing the corner of his lips.
For all of Harry acting like a ladies man, he really was very modest. It was just one of his many redeemable qualities that set him apart from the rest of the Morningways, and what made him Harry Dresden, Wizard.
As they listened to her begin an incantation, which sounded to Bob to be in Gaelic, they shared a quick look and then looked in separate directions.
Harry, however, was acutely aware of the fact that there was a naked woman in his apartment…and he was also aware of the fact that neither he nor Bob were looking at her, and, instead, were attempting to not look at each other. Harry wondered about that, and why he felt almost embarrassed to look at his teacher. Was it because of Elizabeth…?
Or…was it because of something else?
Was it because of that thing that he could not say? That thing that he was not willing to admit?
He remained silent.