RP: Best. Plan. Ever.

[shh_eleanor]

Date: 18 December 2005
Character(s): Eleanor Branstone & Ernie Macmillan
Location: Hammerside Fitness
Status: Very private.
Summary: Now that Eleanor has invited Zach and Mandy to stay she has to break the news to Ernie. And make him think it's a good idea.
Completion: InComplete

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[shh_eleanor]

Ernie may not have blushed, but Eleanor turned even redder than before. Her whole body felt like it was burning. "I knew you would like it," she said shyly, and then shook her head. Right. Now was not the time for shy. She had to convince him that he wanted his arch-nemesis to stay with them for Merlin knew how long so he didn't end up with hypothermia. Shy was not going to cut it.

Grabbing her wand again, she flicked it at the papers on his desk, watching as they stacked themselves neatly off to the side. Then she climbed up on the desktop, dropped onto her hands and knees, and looked him in the eye. "I'm glad you like it, but there's a catch. And it's a big one, so I think I should tell you what it is before I fuck you on your desk." She stopped to clear her throat, which had gone very dry suddenly. She'd obviously lost her mind completely, but Merlin. He hadn't even blushed. And she was on a mission.

"Turns out that the Muggle heating system at River Place is completely inadequate. I invited Zach and Mandy to stay in the spare bedroom until it warms up a bit. But..." she said quickly before he could protest, "I was thinking that if we came home and went straight upstairs every evening, you wouldn't even notice he was there. I could wear this bikini out. You'll be so tired of seeing it by the time we get married that I'll have to get a new one for the honeymoon." Leaning forward as far as she could without falling off the desk, she whispered, "Did you know they make bikinis with no backside?"

[shh_ernie]

Ernie couldn't be completely certain but it sounded as if Eleanor had invited someone to stay in their spare bedroom. Someone he didn't like very much. His brain struggled to put the ideas swimming about into a coherent thought. It kept being interrupted by the fact that she'd said she was going to fuck him on his desk. Eleanor had actually said that. And then there was the thought of a swimming suit with no backside. 'Course he couldn't let her out of the cottage in that.

Smith, a tiny voice shouted in the back of Ernie's mind. Smith! Something about...

"Smith?" Ernie blinked. "You invited Smith to stay...at our house?" The blood started flowing north again. Until he realized that Eleanor was on her hands and knees on his desk. He sat back and considered her for a long moment. "All I've got to do is let the wanker stay for a while? And all of those other things you said..."

[shh_eleanor]

Alright, perhaps this idea had been a little too good. She'd been hoping to distract him with the bikini and the promise of lorryloads of sex just enough that his head wouldn't explode when she told him about Zach and Mandy, but now she was starting to think that Ernie hadn't heard that part at all. Maybe she'd gone too far mentioning swim suits with no backside. She hadn't actually planned that part, it had come to her in a moment of inspiration. Or madness, Eleanor wasn't sure which.

No, he had heard that part, and Eleanor would have been pretty pleased with herself, except now he was just staring at her. She was starting to wish she'd cast a cushioning charm before she'd climbed up on the desk. "Well, the wanker and Mandy. And yes, all of them. Even the swim suit with no backside. Although, I couldn't actually leave the cottage in it, but you mentioned that there was a jacuzzi on the deck, right?" She could step out onto the deck with a bare bum. At the very least she could wrap a towel around her waist until she was in the water.

She lay down on her stomach with her ankles crossed in the air. I know it's a lot to ask, and I wouldn't have done it at all, but I really am worried about them. But I promise to make the experience as pleasant as possible." And to prove it, she reached out and brushed her fingers over the front of Ernie's trousers.

[shh_ernie]

"Oh, there won't be any swimming suits in the Jacuzzi," he said. He'd decided on that long ago. "You could wear the swimming suit with no backside in the cottage." He nodded slowly, picturing that.

But then her fingers were running up and down the front of his trousers, shaking him from his very pleasant daydream. Luckily, it was replaced by the even more pleasant reality draped across his desk. "Fine, yes, they can stay," he murmured before he leaned forward in his chair and kissed her.

[shh_eleanor]

That had to be the most pleasant compromise she and Ernie had ever reached where Zach was concerned. There had been no cranial explosions and the payoff for Ernie was pretty darned nice for her, too. Of course there was no guarantee that they would get through this without any fist fights or hexing, but at least they'd be warm if they beat the stuffing out of each other.

Eleanor fumbled open the button and zip on Ernie's trousers, and yanked his shirt free. "You know," she said between kisses, "if you wanted anything else, this would be the time to ask." Once she'd gotten his shirt unbuttoned, she got up onto her knees and pulled him out of his chair, pushing his shirt off so she could kiss his neck and shoulders, shoving her hands down the back of his trousers and pulling him closer. "You are really fucking hard," she whispered.

[shh_ernie]

"It's because of you, Elle, always you." He attacked her neck with his mouth. "Make me crazy." Kissing his way along her collarbone, he ran his hand over one triangle covered breast before pushing one of those tiny triangles aside. "So sexy."

His trousers and pants were down around his ankles a moment later, leaving him bobbing in the wind so to speak. He leaned down to kiss his way from her collarbone to her breast. "Want you. Badly."