RP: The moment of truth
Date: 14 December 2005
Characters: Marietta and Michael
Location: Marietta's house
Status: Private
Summary: Marietta and Michael talk. Make-up sex happens. Adult content.
Completion: Complete
Marietta wasn't sure how she'd got through the past few days. She'd once seen a Muggle film in which an aeroplane pilot turned on a switch that made the plane fly by itself so he could get up and move around. AUTOPILOT was the name of the switch, and that was how she'd felt since she'd owled Michael, asking him to come over Friday night. Going to Orla's women's group two nights ago had helped some, but the nagging feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away, she was sure, until she talked with him again. His reply to her owl had been very cordial, and he'd told her the last time she'd seen him that he hoped she wouldn't give up on him. Tonight she would give him her answer.
After work she showered and changed into the most casual clothing she had, joggers and a zip-up fleece sweatshirt. It was colder than she could remember, much colder than any day the previous winter, and the boiler that heated her house didn't seem to be working properly. The fleecy top and trousers would help her stay warm regardless of how her chat with Michael turned out. As 7 p.m. approached, she sat in her living room, waiting, staring at the Floo.
Characters: Marietta and Michael
Location: Marietta's house
Status: Private
Summary: Marietta and Michael talk. Make-up sex happens. Adult content.
Completion: Complete
Marietta wasn't sure how she'd got through the past few days. She'd once seen a Muggle film in which an aeroplane pilot turned on a switch that made the plane fly by itself so he could get up and move around. AUTOPILOT was the name of the switch, and that was how she'd felt since she'd owled Michael, asking him to come over Friday night. Going to Orla's women's group two nights ago had helped some, but the nagging feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away, she was sure, until she talked with him again. His reply to her owl had been very cordial, and he'd told her the last time she'd seen him that he hoped she wouldn't give up on him. Tonight she would give him her answer.
After work she showered and changed into the most casual clothing she had, joggers and a zip-up fleece sweatshirt. It was colder than she could remember, much colder than any day the previous winter, and the boiler that heated her house didn't seem to be working properly. The fleecy top and trousers would help her stay warm regardless of how her chat with Michael turned out. As 7 p.m. approached, she sat in her living room, waiting, staring at the Floo.