RP: Starting
Date: December 9, 2004
Characters: Jack Sloper, Ginny Weasley
Location: Ginny's Tent, Socks, Ginny's Claim
Status: Private
Summary: Jack and Ginny check out her new place.
Completion: Complete
The soft, yellowish light of the morning was what awoke him. Its light was flowing over the room, making the colours of the bedspread, their clothes on the floor, the objects around almost iridescent with its soothing glow, its ambient hue and warmth suffusing the room with a feeling of comfort. As his mind came to he began to blink rapidly, clearing the cobwebs from his head as his body prepared itself for reality. He sighed contently as he registered the warm, light press of weight on his side, the tickle of hair against his nose and chin and he look down into a crimson spill over his shoulder.
His mouth curved into a smile as he reached out and traced Ginny's features lightly, his touch feathersoft for fear of waking her, for disturbing her when she looked so beautifully peaceful. Her eyes were closed, half-obscured by the locks that fell over them, buffeted gently by her breaths from her slightly-open lips. His arm was under her head and her legs flung over his haphazardly, her chest pressed onto half of his comfortably with her arm slung over his stomach in turn. Softly, lovingly, he pushed the hair from her eyes, his own regarding her kindly as she slept.
It struck him then that this was the first time they'd properly woken up with each other. The other night was too fractured to count as rest, and they'd pretty much just stayed up after they'd returned from Bill's, the pair of them haunted by images of him lying on his front while Fleur applied the salve to his back. Yesterday morning had seen them both having to get up early for work. Last night had been a bit of a mess with the boys - the flagon of sobriety potion that the eldest Weasley had practically forcefed him before he made his way to Ginny's now flashing back into his mind, causing him to cringe as he quite clearly recalled (still slightly drunkenly) proclaiming his love for her in slightly zealous words when he'd slipped into bed. Crap. With a slight sigh, he forced the memories out of his mind as he continued to play with her hair, enjoying watching Ginny at her most vulnerable, her most beautiful. Again he wondered about how life had brought them to this situation, images flashing through his mind of a hug in the Gryffindor common room when they were kids, a hand over her mouth in a ruined library as Death stalked past them, a slightly angry confession and exchange of words culminating in a sweet kiss, metal boxes, deserts and swords of light forgotten as they Apparated onto...
Whoah, heh, alright, stop that.
The last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment with a...more physical reaction to that memory, but it seemed unavoidable. He tried to lift his arm from under her head gently, softly as he fleetingly thought of a cold, cold shower and was rewarded for his efforts by an unconscious whimper from the woman, her grip tightening on his body as she snuggled into him further.
Guess we're staying here.
I haven't got a problem with that.
Yeah, I could lie here a little longer.
He craned his head down to place a soft kiss to her lips before it fell back to the pillow again, his fingers now tracing lazy patterns on the bare skin of her arm as he simply watched her, drinking in the detail.
Characters: Jack Sloper, Ginny Weasley
Location: Ginny's Tent, Socks, Ginny's Claim
Status: Private
Summary: Jack and Ginny check out her new place.
Completion: Complete
The soft, yellowish light of the morning was what awoke him. Its light was flowing over the room, making the colours of the bedspread, their clothes on the floor, the objects around almost iridescent with its soothing glow, its ambient hue and warmth suffusing the room with a feeling of comfort. As his mind came to he began to blink rapidly, clearing the cobwebs from his head as his body prepared itself for reality. He sighed contently as he registered the warm, light press of weight on his side, the tickle of hair against his nose and chin and he look down into a crimson spill over his shoulder.
His mouth curved into a smile as he reached out and traced Ginny's features lightly, his touch feathersoft for fear of waking her, for disturbing her when she looked so beautifully peaceful. Her eyes were closed, half-obscured by the locks that fell over them, buffeted gently by her breaths from her slightly-open lips. His arm was under her head and her legs flung over his haphazardly, her chest pressed onto half of his comfortably with her arm slung over his stomach in turn. Softly, lovingly, he pushed the hair from her eyes, his own regarding her kindly as she slept.
It struck him then that this was the first time they'd properly woken up with each other. The other night was too fractured to count as rest, and they'd pretty much just stayed up after they'd returned from Bill's, the pair of them haunted by images of him lying on his front while Fleur applied the salve to his back. Yesterday morning had seen them both having to get up early for work. Last night had been a bit of a mess with the boys - the flagon of sobriety potion that the eldest Weasley had practically forcefed him before he made his way to Ginny's now flashing back into his mind, causing him to cringe as he quite clearly recalled (still slightly drunkenly) proclaiming his love for her in slightly zealous words when he'd slipped into bed. Crap. With a slight sigh, he forced the memories out of his mind as he continued to play with her hair, enjoying watching Ginny at her most vulnerable, her most beautiful. Again he wondered about how life had brought them to this situation, images flashing through his mind of a hug in the Gryffindor common room when they were kids, a hand over her mouth in a ruined library as Death stalked past them, a slightly angry confession and exchange of words culminating in a sweet kiss, metal boxes, deserts and swords of light forgotten as they Apparated onto...
Whoah, heh, alright, stop that.
The last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment with a...more physical reaction to that memory, but it seemed unavoidable. He tried to lift his arm from under her head gently, softly as he fleetingly thought of a cold, cold shower and was rewarded for his efforts by an unconscious whimper from the woman, her grip tightening on his body as she snuggled into him further.
Guess we're staying here.
I haven't got a problem with that.
Yeah, I could lie here a little longer.
He craned his head down to place a soft kiss to her lips before it fell back to the pillow again, his fingers now tracing lazy patterns on the bare skin of her arm as he simply watched her, drinking in the detail.