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_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'.

She'd sank into the tub, closing her eyes with a sigh. She conjured George's smiling face, teasing her about something or other, as her hand made its way between her legs. It was easier, this time, because she'd felt his arms around her, holding her to his strong chest. She envisioned him taking her inside her house, instead of the front porch, and beginning a striptease of sorts....

She nearly jumped out of her skin at the pounding on the door, sitting up straight in the tub and splashing water everywhere. Irrationally, she wondered if there was a thought police about to arrest her for misusing a person's image, but she banished that thought quickly. She stood, grabbing her towel to wrap around herself, and climbed out, slipping and falling to her knees.

Eyes watering, she pushed her dripping wet hair out of her face and grabbed her fogged over glasses. She made it to the door before the pounding could start up again.

"I'm sorry, but I believe you have me mist-" She broke off in mid word, squinting up at George. "Oh dear."

[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]

"Disturbing the neighbors? Do you not think that they are used to it by now? They've been living with both Fred and I, not to mention Lee, terrorizing the building for months. A bit of banging is nothing."

He chuckled as she backed up, clutching the towel. "The towel is fine, love. You're all covered. Besides, I'm a gentleman. I'd pretend I didn't see a thing if it did come loose." He nodded solemnly.

"What do I think? In general or about you moving in here? Because we've had the discussion about my mind and how you really wouldn't want to get inside of it. It's horrifying." He smiled at her. "I think it's fantastic, you moving in here. Attractive naked women moving into my building is always a good thing."

[shh_orla]

"If you say so." She gave him a dubious look, when she felt a brush against her ankle, and looked down to see Sigmund looking at George suspiciously. Stooping, she scooped him up and stepped back. "You might as well come in, so they don't get out, and I can get decent."

She closed the door behind George, setting Sigmund back down, who moved to sit in front of George, examining him. She ignored this for the moment, responding to his question. "That's not what I meant, and you said you wouldn't look! I meant about the Halloween party. It sounds like just your kind of thing, with tricks and treats." She worried her lip, suddenly certain he'd come to let her down gently.

[shh_george]

He followed her in and looked around the flat before looking down at the cat. "He's not an attack cat, is he? I don't have a very good track record with cats." He looked back up at her and smiled.

"Oh. Yeah, the Ball." He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "It does sound cool. I just... hadn't planned on going at all." He looked up at her and sighed. "If you want the truth, the ex will be there. With the new lover. I'm... really not prepared for that. I want to actually have fun on Halloween, you know? I go there and I'll be moody and irritated and will likely get too drunk to move. And she'll want to come talk to me as if we could ever be friends and... I just can't. And maybe that makes me a coward, but so be it. I know my limits."

[shh_orla]

She snorted. "Hardly. More like he's evaluating to see if you're ok to be left alone with his pet. They tend to think they take care of me, instead of vice versa." She gave Sigmund a pointed look, which he returned innocently, then began to wash himself. She sighed. "That means he's still not on your side, but won't sink his claws into you yet."

"Oh." She hadn't thought of that possibility, and it somehow made things more palatable. "I see." She shrugged nonchalantly, or as much as she could while nearly naked. "Hardly a coward for that."

She shivered as the air raised goosebumps on her not nearly covered enough skin. Being in proximity to George, after trying to have a wank using him, it made her a bit twitchy. And cold. "Well, thanks for telling me in person. It was very nice of you." She said matter of factly, hiding her disappointment. She had no right to want or expect anything from him, save what he was willing to give.

[shh_george]

"I see," he said, looking at the animal. "I still don't trust him at all. Just for the record."

George snorted softly and shook his head. "It's hardly something to thank me for. I didn't mind telling you." He cocked his head to the side and watched her for a moment. "I didn't want you to think I was just blowing you off. You do know that, right?" He stepped closer and tipped her chin up to look at him. "Had it been anything else I'd have been all for it. I'm very much not opposed to going out with you as friends sometime. Where else would you like to go?"

[shh_orla]

"You're not the only one." She gave the cat a nudge with her bare foot. "Justin was convinced he was going to eat him."

Orla squirmed a bit under his gaze. Looking away, she started inching her way to the bedroom, where her clothes were. The cold air was making her nipples hard. "Of course not. You've your reasons and I respect that."

His hand was warm, and she let him tilt her head back but didn't quite look him in the eye. "Go when?" She was a bit confused, though not at all unhappy at his offer to go out sometime.

[shh_george]

"I think I might be convinced as well," he said, eyeing the cat distrustfully."

George smiled. "Anytime you like. My social calendar isn't exactly overflowing at the moment." He let her go and gave her a friendly pop on her hip with the back of his hand. "Go get dressed before you freeze. Then we'll talk about when and where. All right?"

[shh_orla]

She jumped a bit at the nudge to her hip, her face heating, before she nodded, retreating to her bedroom, where she hurredly pulled on a pair of knickers and a bra, not even thinking of the new naughty set she'd bought with Marietta. She tugged on a pair of jeans and a long sleeves shirt, feeling warmer already. She quickly combed her hair back and pulled on a headband.

"Right." She emerged, pausing a second before she admitted, "I'd offer you a drink or something, but all my groceries are back at my house. Erm, what do you suggest?" She worried her lip indecisively.

[shh_george]

George looked around at the flat as he waited, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The cat had stopped cleaning itself and was watching him again. Little bugger was probably plotting his demise. "What?" he asked it, glaring. "Move on, mate, unless you want me to have a new cat skin rug in my flat." The cat was giving him and even more hateful look when Orla came out, dressed.

"No worries. I've drinks in my flat, and food surprisingly, if you need anything. And I don't care. How about dinner? Next week one night? Unless you're up for something more exciting."

[shh_orla]

Orla looked between George and Sigmund, noting the semi-bristling state of Sigmund's fur. She didn't ask, merely picked Sigmund up and scratched him under the chin until his eyes went shut. Then she set him down, and moved towards George.

"Oh, no, I'm going back to the house regularly enough. I just didn't want to sleep in air clogged with sawdust while they work." She wrinkled her nose. "But dinner sometime sounds lovely." She smiled up at him. "Remember who you're talking to. Dinner might very well be more exciting than either of us are prepared for." Unaccountably, she flushed, realizing how much like innuendo her statement sounded.

[shh_george]

"Fair enough, but if you do find yourself in need of something, you're welcome to anything in the flat. It's generally unlocked. Just... I'd be careful not to touch any of the potions that are brewing if I were you."

"Dinner it is, then," he said, glad that she wasn't angry about the Ball. "Exciting? Yeah? Just what is it that you do to make your dinners so exciting?" he teased, grinning as she blushed deeper.

[shh_orla]

She nodded. It was a thoughtful gesture, even if she'd no intention of taking him up on it. She few wierd enough about living in the same building! She made a note to not try the, er, gift, any time soon. That just might make her brain explode.

"Its not always what I do, its what happens in my vacinity." She protested weakly and shook her head. "No, I'm sure it will be fine. As long as there are no rivers to fall into or anthills to sit on." She was embarassed with that side of herself, and didn't want George to see how truly disaster prone he was.

She folded her hands in front of her, for lack of anything to do with them. The apartment was empty, so she'd not have anything to fidget with, and she didn't think throwing herself at George, strong atms nonwithstanding, would necessarily want to catch her if she did.

[shh_george]

"No rivers or ant hills... got it." He looked at her quizzically. "Do I want to know what you have against these two things?" he teased gently.

"So we're on for dinner, then. When's good for you? Most of my evenings are open, at least after six or seven."