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RP: Thinking About Pirates

Aug 09, 2007 16:12

Date: 9 August 2005
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone & Ernie Macmillan
Location: Ernie and Eleanor's house
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor decides to relax and unwind after a long week. Ernie catches her in a very compromising position.
Completion: Complete

( A bath was just what she needed to take her mind off the drudgery of book keeping. )

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

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shh_ernie August 10 2007, 00:39:16 UTC

Ernie was brassed off. The whole point of working tonight was so he wouldn't have to work tomorrow. However, there'd been some sort of scheduling mixup. And now he was patrolling tomorrow night. If Hannah showed up to see him play, perhaps the three of them could grab something to eat before he had to leave ( ... )

shh_eleanor August 10 2007, 01:29:30 UTC

This had been a great idea. Definitely not as good as it was when Ernie touched her, but she'd completely forgotten about numbers and budgets, and the rest of her tension began to slip away as the hand between her legs moved just a bit faster.

She was so close. Eleanor bit pushed her feet against the back of the tub, and bit her lip to keep from making any noise when it happened. She wasn't sure why, as she was all alone, and she certainly didn't have any problems making noise when she wasn't.

Sighing, Eleanor relaxed for a moment, until she noticed the water wasn't nearly as warm as it had been. She opened her eyes, intending to grab the soap again and wash her hands, but she hadn't been expecting Ernie to be standing there. How had that happened? She was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be home yet, nor had she heard him come in.

"Ernie..." The blushing was bad enough, did her voice really have to be all high pitched like that. "How long have you been home?"

shh_ernie August 10 2007, 01:44:56 UTC

Ernie watched, slackjawed, as she touched herself. This was hands down, bar none, officially the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life, even surpassing Eleanor on her hands and knees. His trousers had moved past tight and into constricting. But he could just imagine what she'd say if she discovered him, with his trousers undone and himself in hand, watching her as she wanked.

Instead, he decided to watch--and only watch--and hoped he wasn't risking any permanent damage to any vital bits. When she bit her lip and pushed agains the tub, Ernie was positive he whimpered. Luckily, she didn't hear.

He knew he should leave before she opened her eyes and caught him. But for some reason, his feet wouldn't obey the orders his brain was sending. Likely because of the constriction, he rationalized.

"Er...l-long enough." He threw caution to the window. "Merlin, that was..." If ever a person, place, and time warranted the word he was about to use, it was Eleanor, in the bathtub, right now. "...hot."

shh_eleanor August 10 2007, 01:59:53 UTC

Oh Merlin, he had seen. Eleanor had been hoping that he'd come in afterward. And for some reason, hearing that he thought it was 'hot' only made her blush harder.

"I... er, it was a long day. I thought a bath might help." Maybe if she didn't mention it, he wouldn't either. Not the best plan ever, but it could work. "Could you hand me that towel?"

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shh_ernie August 12 2007, 02:53:42 UTC

He rolled his eyes and chuckled when she mentioned a schedule. But that was one of the things that made Eleanor so endearing to him, her...er...meticulousness. The chuckle turned to an outright laugh when she talked about colors and flowers. "Troll bogey green isn't even a color. But...if that's what you want...well, I want you to be happy." He smirked. "Although I'm certain your mother and Rose would talk you out of troll bogey green and...some sort of weedy things ( ... )

shh_eleanor August 12 2007, 04:23:41 UTC

"Well, I'm not sure exactly which shade of green troll bogeys are. But that's sweet. I knew there was a reason I was marrying you," she said with a grin. "And I know you'll back me up if they do try to talk me out of it, right?" She looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow.

"Of course she does. I doubt she'd be willing to preform in public with you if she didn't. For the record, I think you're quite good too." She pressed a kiss to his temple before adding, "Definitely not. You've ruined me for all other musicians."

Eleanor took his hand and climbed out of the tub, grabbing the towel off the counter and fetching another for Ernie. "Does that mean I don't have to wear anything sexy either? I realize a groupie would probably wear something, you know, flashy, but I'm not sure I've got anything suitable."

Wandering into the bedroom, Eleanor pulled on a nightgown. "That do?"

shh_ernie August 12 2007, 04:38:45 UTC

Shaking his head, he smiled at her. "Well, you've not naked anymore so...yes, that'll do." After drying off, he fetched his flannel pajama bottoms from a drawer and pulled them on. "Be back in a tic." He bolted out of the bedroom and pounded down the stairs. He'd left his guitar in the living room. A quick tune-up and, in a flash, he was back in their bedroom.

"We're not singing this at the festival. It's...er...well, you'll hear...but I sort of...want to...sing it...now..." Enough explanations. Better to let Dave Matthews do the speaking for him.

So he strummed in the intro and began to sing, softly, "You've got your ball,
you've got your chain, tied to me tight, tie me up again." Except for a moment or two where he needed to look at the fretboard, to assure himself that he was playing the correct chords, he looked at Eleanor. And managed to amaze himself by not blushing too badly when he sang, "Hike up your skirt a little more and show the world to me."

shh_eleanor August 12 2007, 05:21:13 UTC

Pajama's were one thing, but her hair wrapped in a towel would probably be a little much. Eleanor took a seat on the bed and brushed her hair out while she waited for him to come back.

She wasn't sure what to expect after Ernie's explanation, but that hadn't been it. It romantic, what with the lost and crazy, and holding you close parts. But it was also sort of... well, dirty. If Ernie's intention had been to turn her on, he wasn't doing a bad job. At all. Although, he probably could have stood there shirtless, strummed a few chords, and done a pretty good job of it.

"That was really good. I liked it." Eleanor shook her head. She wasn't doing such a great job at this groupie thing. She took his guitar and propped it up against the wall. "I mean, I liked it a lot." Then she kissed him.