RP: The Last Morning
Who: Rita, Neville (ghost?)
When: Monday Nov 12, morning
Where: Bedroom, kitchen, etc
Rating: PG? (TBA, I guess)
Summary: It's their last morning in the house.
Status: Incomplete
It was warm in the bed, and sun was seeping in. Rita was dimly aware of light and sound - birds in the trees and the warmth of morning outside, but it only made her warmer, lighter, dreamier. Pillow was soft, duvet was soft, that warm weight behind her was close and snuggly. She pressed back into it.
Mmm, there was something pressing into her back. She shifted, trying to get comfortable, but it was... still there, hard. Hand moved around behind her to feel what it was, and
Oh. Her eyes flew open. Hand froze.
She didn't dare move, because what if she woke him? Didn't dare not move, because what if she already had woken him?
Well, shit.
When: Monday Nov 12, morning
Where: Bedroom, kitchen, etc
Rating: PG? (TBA, I guess)
Summary: It's their last morning in the house.
Status: Incomplete
It was warm in the bed, and sun was seeping in. Rita was dimly aware of light and sound - birds in the trees and the warmth of morning outside, but it only made her warmer, lighter, dreamier. Pillow was soft, duvet was soft, that warm weight behind her was close and snuggly. She pressed back into it.
Mmm, there was something pressing into her back. She shifted, trying to get comfortable, but it was... still there, hard. Hand moved around behind her to feel what it was, and
Oh. Her eyes flew open. Hand froze.
She didn't dare move, because what if she woke him? Didn't dare not move, because what if she already had woken him?
Well, shit.