RP: Let's see you walk a mile in my (high-heeled) shoes
Who: Rita and Kevin
Where: Their bedroom
When: Sept 18, morning
What: The first morning of the new challenge. Time for Rita and Kevin to dress each other
Status: Incomplete
This having a new room-mate thing was rather strange. She'd grown used to Potter's unwavering dislike since Lovegood had left, and had no idea what living with Montague for the week would be like. With Potter pointedly ignoring her, it had been almost like privacy.
But no more, clearly. Rita didn't only have to share a room with Montague, they'd be dressing each other in the morning.
And mornings seemed to be far less Kevin's thing than they were Rita's. She'd woken with the sun and the birds and the early morning flower smells to find him still dead to the world, and so rolled over and gone back to sleep for as long as she could. By 8am, though, she was awake again - and knew there was no chance of sleep again this morning.
She rose and showered, taking her time about it and enjoying the feeling of the satin robe she wrapped about herself as she stepped out. Probably the only chance she'd get to wear satin this week.
Montague was still asleep when she made her way back into the bedroom, and fuck that, she wanted to have breakfast and caffeine and there was no way she was sitting around in a bathrobe until he decided to grace her with his wakefulness.
"Come on. Get up, you lazy sod. I'm not spending all day half naked waiting for you to dress me."
Where: Their bedroom
When: Sept 18, morning
What: The first morning of the new challenge. Time for Rita and Kevin to dress each other
Status: Incomplete
This having a new room-mate thing was rather strange. She'd grown used to Potter's unwavering dislike since Lovegood had left, and had no idea what living with Montague for the week would be like. With Potter pointedly ignoring her, it had been almost like privacy.
But no more, clearly. Rita didn't only have to share a room with Montague, they'd be dressing each other in the morning.
And mornings seemed to be far less Kevin's thing than they were Rita's. She'd woken with the sun and the birds and the early morning flower smells to find him still dead to the world, and so rolled over and gone back to sleep for as long as she could. By 8am, though, she was awake again - and knew there was no chance of sleep again this morning.
She rose and showered, taking her time about it and enjoying the feeling of the satin robe she wrapped about herself as she stepped out. Probably the only chance she'd get to wear satin this week.
Montague was still asleep when she made her way back into the bedroom, and fuck that, she wanted to have breakfast and caffeine and there was no way she was sitting around in a bathrobe until he decided to grace her with his wakefulness.
"Come on. Get up, you lazy sod. I'm not spending all day half naked waiting for you to dress me."