Aug 29, 2005 05:11
Lounging on the sofa, papers spread over her lap as she worked on some last minute reports for the Ministry. Glass perched on her nose, the tiny wire frames almost slipping off and she shoved them back in place absently.
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"Ginny? Are you home?"
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"In here, baby.' Moaning as she stretched, trying to get out the kinks. "Want some tea?" Trying not to purr, wanting to do nothing more than rush back and, well, likely, jump him.
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"I'm glad you're home"
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Meeting him part way, taking his hands. "You're hand's sticking. Everything alright?"
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