RP: These are not the droids you are looking for...
Date: December 9-10, 2004 (Backposted)
Characters: Jack Sloper, Ginny Weasley
Location: Jack's House
Status: Private
Summary: Jack and Ginny relax for the weekend.
Completion: Complete
Ginny carefully helped Jack up the steps to his flat and settled him on his sofa before checking his injuries once more. A quick run of her wand over his face took care of the bruises nicely. She had not asked what had transpired and felt no compunction to do so. If he chose to tell her, that would be something different but she wasn't going to make him feel as if he'd done something wrong when it was easy to suss out the basics and she was deeply embarrassed that Jack had been hurt because of her.
With a softly murmured, "Reparo", Jack's blue jeans mended themselves over the healed gash on his thigh and she followed it with a "Scourgify" to clean off the blood.
Brushing his hair from his eyes, she sighed heavily, saying, "I'm really sorry about all this, Jack. If I'd had any idea that Alex was... well, obsessed with me, I'd have never let Dimtri send him back with me."
Taking his hand, she was suffused with his warmth immediately and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as his thumb traced lazy circles over the back of her hand.
So he's yours, is he?
'So it would appear.'
You don't sound happy. You're head over heals for this guy and that doesn't make you happy?
'It does... I mean, it just... surprised me, that's all. I just don't...'
Oh spit it out now. What's the problem? He's handsome, protective, loving... What could be the problem?
'Well, none of that. It's just... he could have been killed today and it would have been because of me.'
Ahhh... yes, there is that.
'Woah. Don't get all sage-like on me. It would be a godawful shock.'
"Can I get you anything, babe? You shouldn't walk around too much for at least a day, give that time to heal properly but I'll be happy to help you. It's certainly the least I can do for you considering..." She nodded as she smoothed her hand over his thigh gently, leaning forward to brush his lips with a soft kiss.
Characters: Jack Sloper, Ginny Weasley
Location: Jack's House
Status: Private
Summary: Jack and Ginny relax for the weekend.
Completion: Complete
Ginny carefully helped Jack up the steps to his flat and settled him on his sofa before checking his injuries once more. A quick run of her wand over his face took care of the bruises nicely. She had not asked what had transpired and felt no compunction to do so. If he chose to tell her, that would be something different but she wasn't going to make him feel as if he'd done something wrong when it was easy to suss out the basics and she was deeply embarrassed that Jack had been hurt because of her.
With a softly murmured, "Reparo", Jack's blue jeans mended themselves over the healed gash on his thigh and she followed it with a "Scourgify" to clean off the blood.
Brushing his hair from his eyes, she sighed heavily, saying, "I'm really sorry about all this, Jack. If I'd had any idea that Alex was... well, obsessed with me, I'd have never let Dimtri send him back with me."
Taking his hand, she was suffused with his warmth immediately and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as his thumb traced lazy circles over the back of her hand.
So he's yours, is he?
'So it would appear.'
You don't sound happy. You're head over heals for this guy and that doesn't make you happy?
'It does... I mean, it just... surprised me, that's all. I just don't...'
Oh spit it out now. What's the problem? He's handsome, protective, loving... What could be the problem?
'Well, none of that. It's just... he could have been killed today and it would have been because of me.'
Ahhh... yes, there is that.
'Woah. Don't get all sage-like on me. It would be a godawful shock.'
"Can I get you anything, babe? You shouldn't walk around too much for at least a day, give that time to heal properly but I'll be happy to help you. It's certainly the least I can do for you considering..." She nodded as she smoothed her hand over his thigh gently, leaning forward to brush his lips with a soft kiss.