RP: A Drawer
Date: June 30th, 1999
Character(s): Lavender Brown, James Shaughnessy (NPC)
Location: James' flat
Status: Private
Summary: Lavender is going to be late for lunch.
Completion: Complete
Lavender looked up from the article she had been reading when the old clock chimed. It didn't chime enough times for her liking and her eyes widened when she saw the time. It was one o'clock? That wasn't good, not when she'd promised that she'd have dinner with her dad and Cassandra at half past one.
She'd been pretty late waking up this morning, but it was Sunday, so it didn't matter. (Perhaps she should have gone to work in the gardens? But she was allowed a full day off any kind of work occasionally, wasn't she?) There was a very good reason to stay in bed, too, and he had kept her occupied for quite some time. Breakfast had been an excuse to get out of bed eventually, but she'd taken a shower afterwards and only got as far putting her knickers on afterwards before she'd got distracted by a magazine.
It was a gardening magazine, of all things, but the article on rose hybrids had caught her eye and, yeah. She was still there reading at one o'clock, lounging mostly-naked on James' bed and quite content not to go anywhere for the rest of the day. Except apparently she had to.
Lavender clambered up, hunting around for her clothes. Most of which she located, except one rather essential item. Perhaps it wasn't always essential, but she rather liked it, anyway. "James! Where's my bra?" She poked her head out into the living room where he was listening to the wireless. She hadn't left it out there, had she? Hmmm.
"Have you looked in your drawer?"
"Oh, okay," she said with a nod, ducking back into the bedroom before reappearing a moment later. "My what?" Lavender narrowed her eyes. That sounded like he'd said drawer. Which was more odd than anything.
"Drawer."
"Yes, I heard that bit." Lavender stepped back as James came to join her in the bedroom. "What did you mean by it?"
James flashed her a grin and tugged open the second drawer of the dresser. Inside, Lavender saw her bra folded in a neat sort of way, the only thing in the drawer. Her chest felt a little tight. "Was just thinking," he said, taking it out to pass to her, "you spend enough time here. Thought you might want somewhere to keep... stuff."
Oh, wow. Lavender smiled widely, excited and hugging him instead of taking her bra. She kissed his cheek. "Really?" she asked softly. Was it as big a step as it felt?
"Makes sense, doesn't it?"
"I suppose it does," she admitted. Really, it was getting to be a bit unusual if she spent more than a couple of nights in a row in her own bed, but she felt so surprisingly comfortable here. It was a good sort of comfortable that Lavender really liked.
James smiled, then kissed her. "Good," he said quietly, hand slowly sliding up her side. "Why do you need your bra, anyway?"
"Need to leave," she said, unable to help her small whine as his hand cupped her breast. That was very distracting. "Having lunch with my dad." She gasped slightly. "I promised."
"Shame." He kissed her neck and Lavender tipped her head to the side, her mind going just a tiny bit blank as his fingers toyed with her nipple. Damn. She really needed to go back to her grandma's and get changed quickly before going to lunch, but every touch was making her want to stay here because playing with her breasts was bound to make her lose all track of what she was meant to be doing and James damn well knew it.
Her fingers didn't seem to want to stop curling into his shirt, though. "Not fair," she complained, lips half against his.
He chuckled softly, his other hand tugging at the side of her knickers. "You expect me not to touch you when you walk around like this?"
"I'm going to be late," she murmured, shivering. His hands felt too good for her to want to pull away. She felt at home here with him.
"I don't have a problem with that." He stopped long enough to pull off his shirt and Lavender realised that she didn't, either.
Character(s): Lavender Brown, James Shaughnessy (NPC)
Location: James' flat
Status: Private
Summary: Lavender is going to be late for lunch.
Completion: Complete
Lavender looked up from the article she had been reading when the old clock chimed. It didn't chime enough times for her liking and her eyes widened when she saw the time. It was one o'clock? That wasn't good, not when she'd promised that she'd have dinner with her dad and Cassandra at half past one.
She'd been pretty late waking up this morning, but it was Sunday, so it didn't matter. (Perhaps she should have gone to work in the gardens? But she was allowed a full day off any kind of work occasionally, wasn't she?) There was a very good reason to stay in bed, too, and he had kept her occupied for quite some time. Breakfast had been an excuse to get out of bed eventually, but she'd taken a shower afterwards and only got as far putting her knickers on afterwards before she'd got distracted by a magazine.
It was a gardening magazine, of all things, but the article on rose hybrids had caught her eye and, yeah. She was still there reading at one o'clock, lounging mostly-naked on James' bed and quite content not to go anywhere for the rest of the day. Except apparently she had to.
Lavender clambered up, hunting around for her clothes. Most of which she located, except one rather essential item. Perhaps it wasn't always essential, but she rather liked it, anyway. "James! Where's my bra?" She poked her head out into the living room where he was listening to the wireless. She hadn't left it out there, had she? Hmmm.
"Have you looked in your drawer?"
"Oh, okay," she said with a nod, ducking back into the bedroom before reappearing a moment later. "My what?" Lavender narrowed her eyes. That sounded like he'd said drawer. Which was more odd than anything.
"Drawer."
"Yes, I heard that bit." Lavender stepped back as James came to join her in the bedroom. "What did you mean by it?"
James flashed her a grin and tugged open the second drawer of the dresser. Inside, Lavender saw her bra folded in a neat sort of way, the only thing in the drawer. Her chest felt a little tight. "Was just thinking," he said, taking it out to pass to her, "you spend enough time here. Thought you might want somewhere to keep... stuff."
Oh, wow. Lavender smiled widely, excited and hugging him instead of taking her bra. She kissed his cheek. "Really?" she asked softly. Was it as big a step as it felt?
"Makes sense, doesn't it?"
"I suppose it does," she admitted. Really, it was getting to be a bit unusual if she spent more than a couple of nights in a row in her own bed, but she felt so surprisingly comfortable here. It was a good sort of comfortable that Lavender really liked.
James smiled, then kissed her. "Good," he said quietly, hand slowly sliding up her side. "Why do you need your bra, anyway?"
"Need to leave," she said, unable to help her small whine as his hand cupped her breast. That was very distracting. "Having lunch with my dad." She gasped slightly. "I promised."
"Shame." He kissed her neck and Lavender tipped her head to the side, her mind going just a tiny bit blank as his fingers toyed with her nipple. Damn. She really needed to go back to her grandma's and get changed quickly before going to lunch, but every touch was making her want to stay here because playing with her breasts was bound to make her lose all track of what she was meant to be doing and James damn well knew it.
Her fingers didn't seem to want to stop curling into his shirt, though. "Not fair," she complained, lips half against his.
He chuckled softly, his other hand tugging at the side of her knickers. "You expect me not to touch you when you walk around like this?"
"I'm going to be late," she murmured, shivering. His hands felt too good for her to want to pull away. She felt at home here with him.
"I don't have a problem with that." He stopped long enough to pull off his shirt and Lavender realised that she didn't, either.