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RP: Potions and Dinner

Feb 24, 2007 12:07

Date: 24 February 2005
Characters: Eleanor Branstone, Ernie Macmillan
Location: The Bookworm, Ernie’s flat in Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Ernie and Eleanor have their first date. Potions & dinner, but no kissing, apparently.
Completion: Complete

( I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day )

eleanor branstone, place: private residence, ernie macmillan, february 2005

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shh_ernie February 24 2007, 20:29:50 UTC

Ernie was nervous. In a way he hadn't been since...well, it had been a very long time. He'd spent the morning in Exeter, shopping for dinner ingredients. On a whim, he'd popped into a clothing store; he was tired of work shirts and his blue jumper ( ... )

shh_eleanor February 24 2007, 20:42:13 UTC

“You look nice,” she said, giving him a good look over.

She blushed a bit when he took her bag, but didn’t protest. It was polite and gentlemanly. Eleanor thought he should be giving lessons to some of the gits she had run across. “Thank you.”

“I’d like to walk, if you don’t mind,” she said quickly. It was a nice night, if a bit chilly out, and Eleanor didn’t see any reason to rush.

shh_ernie February 24 2007, 20:52:07 UTC

"Sure, we can walk," he agreed. They began walking north on Alpha Street and Ernie made sure that Eleanor wasn't walking on the side on which he had the bag. He didn't want it bumping into her. Plus, he could walk a littler closer to her if it wasn't in the way.

"I cheated a bit," he admitted with a shy smile. "I made the shepherd's pie earlier today. I thought you might be hungry and not want to wait while I peeled and cooked potatoes, and fried up the meat, and such." He'd also stopped by the dairy and picked up some ice cream for dessert. Chocolate, of course. But that was a surprise.

When their hands brushed for what seemed like the millionth time to Ernie, he wondered if it would be alright to take hold of hers. Technically, handholding and kissing were two different things.

shh_eleanor February 24 2007, 21:09:43 UTC

“How very clever of you,” Eleanor said with a laugh. “Dinner would be nice first,” she added with a smile.

They were walking so close that she kept feeling Ernie’s hand brush against hers. Her pulse sped up a bit, and she kept smiling shyly over at him. “I remembered the books. I brought four, they should keep you busy for a while.”

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shh_eleanor February 25 2007, 01:58:05 UTC

She felt very warm suddenly when Ernie slid closer to her on the couch. They were almost touching, and while there really wasn’t any thing particularly spectacular about that, it had been a very long time since she’d been on a date.

“Yes, that’s true, they do move, but since movies are visual they end up having to leave a lot of the detail of the story out. They also had to cut a lot out to keep the movies from being overly long. They are worth watching, though, the special effects are great.”

“I know, amazing, isn’t it?” she said, her brow furrowing a bit at the comment about his parents. It reminded her of something he had said at socks, and she had to admit she was curious. She didn’t want to seem pushy, but she reckoned Ernie would tell her to sod off if he didn’t feel like talking about it. “You’re parents were… very traditional?”

shh_ernie February 25 2007, 02:06:59 UTC

Ernie considered Eleanor's point before finally saying, "I reckon I'll have to watch them after I read them. So...I should be ready by say..." He smiled. "Tomorrow then. The next day at the latest." Pausing--mostly to gather his courage--he asked, "Maybe we could watch them together?"

When she brought up his parents, he concentrated on his food. However, the bowl was quickly empty. "Traditional is one way to put it." He shrugged as he set his bowl on the coffee table. "Disapproving is another." He drained his glass of butterbeer and stood up. "Refill?" he asked, gesturing with his own glass.

shh_eleanor February 25 2007, 02:29:54 UTC

Eleanor laughed and nudged him with her shoulder, pausing suddenly when he asked if she’d like to watch the movies with him. “That would be lovely.” She tilted her head slightly and added, “Since, uh, you invited me over this time, we could do it at my house. My turn to cook. I’ll even give you a week or so to finish them, just in case.”

She sensed he definitely did not want to talk about it, and Eleanor couldn’t really say she blamed him for that. “Yes, I’ll have some more, thanks.”

She got up and followed him to the kitchen. This time she ignored the pile of letters and watched him. He was, well, really nice to just watch.

shh_ernie February 25 2007, 02:50:53 UTC

He pulled two more bottles of butterbeer from the refrigerator. He turned around to find Eleanor watching him. "A whole week?" he said with a laugh. "That's very generous of you, Miss Branstone." In a slightly more serious tone, he said, "I'd like very much to have dinner with you again though. But I don't think I want to wait an entire week."

He busied himself with twisting the cap off one of the bottles. When it overflowed onto his sweater, he swore under his breath. "Sorry," he apologized. He set down the bottle down on the counter and grasped the hem of his sweater in both hands, tugging it over his head. He ran a hand through his hair and straightened his long-sleeved shirt.

"Shall we get started on the potion?" he asked.

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shh_ernie February 25 2007, 05:53:36 UTC

"I think this will work," he said, pulling out a bottle with a screw cap. He wasn't sure what its original purpose had been, but he wasn't about to question his luck.

When he stood back up, Eleanor was standing rather close to him. And a glance at the clock confirmed that they still had two minutes.

"Sod it all," he said, leaning in and brushing his mouth against hers.

shh_eleanor February 25 2007, 06:07:52 UTC

Eleanor watched him rummage through the cupboard feeling slightly guilty, and sighing in relief when he told her he’d founds something that would work.

They still had a few minutes before the potion cooled. She was trying not to fidget when he leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and then fluttered closed. You’re a tart, she thought to herself, as she ran her hand up his chest to rest on his shoulder.

Really they were in his kitchen. With a cupboard door open between them. She figured they couldn’t get into too much trouble. It wasn’t like they were still on his couch.

shh_ernie February 25 2007, 06:15:16 UTC

Ernie reached over and blindly managed to set the bottle on the counter without breaking it. One hand went to Eleanor's face, cupping her cheek, while the other came to rest on the small of her back. The kiss was still pretty innocent until Ernie ran his tongue over her lips and took a step forward.

He stopped kissing Eleanor when his knee collided painfully with the cupboard door. "Ow!" he exclaimed. He glanced at the clock before letting go and sighing. "It ought to be cooled. I reckon we should bottle it."

shh_eleanor February 25 2007, 06:26:08 UTC

Eleanor knew she should probably step away, but Ernie’s lips were so soft, and she really liked kissing him. She whimpered softly when she felt his tongue brush against her lip, startling a moment later when he whacked his knee.

“A-are you alright?” she asked, her heart ready to pound it’s way out of her chest. She looked down and glared at the cupboard door for a second.

“You’re probably right,” she said with a sigh. “Do you have a ladle?”

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