RP: Thinking, packing, deciding; OWL: George Weasley

[shh_orla]

Date:14 October 2005
Character(s): Orla; George (note)
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Private
Summary: Orla is about out for the month, and has some final business to take care of.
Completion: Complete

It had been a rather busy week for Orla. She’d packed and shrunk as many of the boxes of books, and other household items and put the boxes in an

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[shh_george]

George slept in late. Sundays were fucking fantastic. Then he puttered around the kitchen in his boxers and worked with a few potions, ones that he was fairly sure wouldn't cause serious damage if they touched his skin. Brunch consisted of boiled eggs and a half a jar of branston pickle over cheese and crusty bread

[shh_orla]

Orla had finished unpacking her unshrunken bag of tricks, making a small pile of bedding and setting her toiletries to rights in the bathroom. She'd given in to the impulse to take a bath, wanting to soak some of the soreness out and, very privately, attempt to reclaim her sexuality without the use of her 'gift

[shh_george]

George leaned against the door frame and waited as he hurt a few thumps inside the flat. Well, at least she was home. Either that or her pets were tearing the place up.

She flung the door open and his eyebrows went up as he looked down at her. "Well. Do you often answer the door naked and wet? If so, I'll drop by more often." He grinned at her and held up her note. "I just got this, thought I'd welcome you to the building. And give you shit for stalking me, though I can't say I blame you. I am, after all, irresistable." He gave her his best smile. "Your towel is sliding there in ther front love, better grab that." It wasn't, but it was worth it to see her look a bit horrified for a moment. "However, seeing as you're either in the middle of bathing, or else some odd form of cleaning that I'd really like to learn more about, I can come back later."

[shh_orla]

She was sure all the skin he was seeing was turning red at his teasing. She spluttered for a moment, then said a bit indignantly, "Well when you thump like a madman, I wasn't aware I should let you go on making a racket, and likely disturbing my new, albeit temporary, neighbors! Next time I'll be sure to dry off, change, and fix my makeup!" She wasn't upset, per se, just incredibly rattled to have the object of her fantasy standing in front of her seconds after she'd begun thinking about him.

She squeaked at his comment about her towel and hunched over a bit, starting to back slowly into the apartment. "Er, just a bath to relax, really." She clung to the top of her towel, terrified that it would come undone and she'd end up giving him a free show.

"Um, so, you got the note." She scrambled for some dignity, and barring that, a little equanimity in her bearing. "So, er, what do you think?" Part of her was really hoping he'd say yes, and the other part was a bit resigned to getting a no. She really had no clue with him.

[shh_george]

"I sleep like the dead. When I actually sleep," he said, chuckling. His eyes softened at her request and he leaned in. "I'll tell you a secret. I give fantastic hugs. Better than all my brothers. They'll argue the fact, but they're liars, the lot of them. It's pathetic, really, the amount of jealousy in my family." He gave a put upon sigh before smiling and pulling her into a tight hug. "Are you feeling a bit better than you were the other day, at least?" he asked quietly.

[shh_orla]

Orla gave a soft sigh as George wrapped his arms around her. Really, she could get used to this. It was more relaxing and pleasurable than all the wank in the world, as far as she was concerned. She felt safe, content, and cared for - rare things in her life to date.

"Mmm." Her eyes had drifted shut by the time he spoke. She murmured. "Right now I do." Her arms made their way of their own volition to wrap around his waist. He was so warm. It was a lovely blissful feeling, especially since she wasn't crying or hysterical this time.

[shh_george]

George smiled and pressed his face against her hair. "Good. I'm glad, love. I was worried about you." He held her close and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He had really been afraid that he'd done something wrong at their last meeting. But she seemed much better today. "And if you need anything, I'm just a few floors down now. Don't hesitate to ask."

[shh_orla]

Orla felt her lips curve into a smile. "Be careful what you offer, or you might get stuck coming up here to hug me like this daily." She threatened, but it had no power.

She reluctantly released him, not wanting to seem clingy, though she'd happily stay there for hours. "Thank you, George. You're really very sweet to me." She smiled up at him.