RP: Distractions
Date: May 5th, 1999
Character(s): Lavender Brown, James Shaughnessy [NPC], Kieran Dunstan [NPC]
Location: Bluebell Cottage
Status: Private
Summary: Lavender finds herself distracted at work.
Completion: Complete
Another Sunday. Lavender was enjoying this routine that she’d settled into of coming to work at Bluebell Cottage on her day off. Though seeing as she only worked sixteen hours a week for George, anyway, time off was hardly a precious commodity. She had far too much of it, really.
This week she was in one of the greenhouses rather than the office, which was far more to her liking. She could handle looking over numbers and accounts, but filing and sorting out correspondence could stress her more than anything.
There was, however, one rather potent distraction in this particular greenhouse and Lavender had discarded her gardening gloves and secateurs, annoyed at the way he kept encouraging one of the plants to tease the back of her neck with its flowering tendrils.
Now, he was offering her fruit. “It’s May and you have strawberries.” Home grown British strawberries that looked juicy and ripe and far, far too tempting.
James smirked, holding out a strawberry to her and then drawing it away when Lavender went to take it from his hand. “Magic.”
Lavender rolled her eyes. “Well, I guessed that.” She wasn’t entirely stupid. It was all to do with the research he was doing, though she still hadn’t quite got her head around exactly what the research he and Kieran were doing was.
He held out the strawberry again, lifting it a little higher, his gaze trained on her face. Lavender wondered if it was the greenhouse that was getting hotter, or just her.
She glared at him just a little but couldn’t help but giggle, ducking her head a little to take the strawberry with her mouth instead. Licking her lips, she raised her eyebrows at him. “I’ve had better,” she said dryly.
“Really?” he drawled, and was somehow a lot closer.
“Yes.” And now her hand was somehow on his hip.
She didn’t even really register the sound of the greenhouse door sliding open as James pushed a lock of hair from her face.
“Oi. That’s not working.”
Lavender turned, glaring at her cousin and feeling heat rise up on her cheeks. “Kieran!”
James was apparently a lot less flustered that her, reaching for the bowl he’d picked, holding them out. “Strawberry?”
Character(s): Lavender Brown, James Shaughnessy [NPC], Kieran Dunstan [NPC]
Location: Bluebell Cottage
Status: Private
Summary: Lavender finds herself distracted at work.
Completion: Complete
Another Sunday. Lavender was enjoying this routine that she’d settled into of coming to work at Bluebell Cottage on her day off. Though seeing as she only worked sixteen hours a week for George, anyway, time off was hardly a precious commodity. She had far too much of it, really.
This week she was in one of the greenhouses rather than the office, which was far more to her liking. She could handle looking over numbers and accounts, but filing and sorting out correspondence could stress her more than anything.
There was, however, one rather potent distraction in this particular greenhouse and Lavender had discarded her gardening gloves and secateurs, annoyed at the way he kept encouraging one of the plants to tease the back of her neck with its flowering tendrils.
Now, he was offering her fruit. “It’s May and you have strawberries.” Home grown British strawberries that looked juicy and ripe and far, far too tempting.
James smirked, holding out a strawberry to her and then drawing it away when Lavender went to take it from his hand. “Magic.”
Lavender rolled her eyes. “Well, I guessed that.” She wasn’t entirely stupid. It was all to do with the research he was doing, though she still hadn’t quite got her head around exactly what the research he and Kieran were doing was.
He held out the strawberry again, lifting it a little higher, his gaze trained on her face. Lavender wondered if it was the greenhouse that was getting hotter, or just her.
She glared at him just a little but couldn’t help but giggle, ducking her head a little to take the strawberry with her mouth instead. Licking her lips, she raised her eyebrows at him. “I’ve had better,” she said dryly.
“Really?” he drawled, and was somehow a lot closer.
“Yes.” And now her hand was somehow on his hip.
She didn’t even really register the sound of the greenhouse door sliding open as James pushed a lock of hair from her face.
“Oi. That’s not working.”
Lavender turned, glaring at her cousin and feeling heat rise up on her cheeks. “Kieran!”
James was apparently a lot less flustered that her, reaching for the bowl he’d picked, holding them out. “Strawberry?”