RP: Chinese & Conversation

[rar_andromeda]

Date: Friday, July 26, 1999
Characters: Andromeda Tonks, Roger Davies
Location: Roger's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Andy drops by to see Roger
Completion: Complete

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[rar_roger]

Roger removed the button-up shirt he'd worn to work and hooked it over the bedroom door. He'd arrived home late after getting the cal to go to a crime scene just as he'd been leaving work. The scene hadn't taken as long to process as some, but he'd still got home much later than usual and hadn't particularly felt like getting any food. He'd hunt up something from the fridge

[rar_andromeda]

This was obviously a bad idea. Roger looked shocked to see her, and his greeting of 'uh' wasn't exactly positive. She hadn't really expected him to be home, but now she wondered if he was even alone. Oh, bloody hell. If he had someone with him, she'd just have to perform memory charms and leave and never think about being impulsive again

[rar_roger]

"No -- ah, you're not disturbing me," he said, waiting for her to walk in. "I actually got home just a bit ago, so I'm not busy, either. I'm hungry, though, and glad to see you."

He shook his head slightly. "I'm just surprised, I suppose. In a good way. I like surprises." Which sounded unfathomably lame when said aloud, Roger realized. "Anyway. Why don't you come in, sit down? Food smells great."

[rar_andromeda]

"Oh?" She glanced at him curiously. "Did you for a drink after work with your mates or was it work that kept you late?"

She entered the flat when he said that he was hungry and glad to see her. That didn't sound as if he had plans, at least. "It's Chinese. Take-away. I also brought wine, if you're thirsty."

"I'm not particularly fond of surprises, myself, but I'm glad that you don't mind my intruding without invitation." She faced him and smiled slightly. "I tried to go back to work, but I couldn't focus on anything. I thought dinner with a friend might be nice."

[rar_andromeda]

"Yes, it is. He can't be around Muggles until he's older and able to control his gift. There's too great a risk, really, that someone will notice if he accidentally changes his hair color or when he eventually changes his face." She looked at him. "It's why we moved here. I had to sell the house when I ended up caring for Teddy."

She took another sip of her wine before she picked up her plate and started to eat. She was starving, so she was glad that the food tasted good. She listened to Roger and smiled. "I forget that people your age don't marry as young anymore. My daughter didn't, either. Having your own house will be a nice step whenever you're ready."

[rar_roger]

"I hope you're happy here as well as Teddy." He forked up some chicken and broccoli with some rice and took a bite.

Andy mentioned 'people his age' again, and he looked up from his plate. "Yeah, I suppose," he said. "But Andy, it's not like you grew up in the Dark Ages, or something. There's -- what, twenty years between us? That's not even a whole generation." He didn't know why he felt the need to point that out to her just now.

[rar_andromeda]

"I am. It's different, but that's not always bad." She shrugged a shoulder then reached for her glass of wine.

When he mentioned the Dark Ages, she snorted. "No, it wasn't that long ago, but sometimes it feels like a lifetime. So many of my generation married right out of school, had children before they were your age, were dead not long after." She glanced down at the plate and frowned in thought. "A lifetime ago."

"Twenty-five, I think, which is most certainly a generation. My daughter was older than you," she pointed out before having another sip of wine. "I'm far from ancient, of course, but it's definitely a different time now than it was when I was your age."

[rar_roger]

Roger considered that. "Maybe not the Dark Ages, but dark all the same," he said quietly.

"I know it was a different time, but I think it's probably our experiences that make us different from each other, more than our ages," he said carefully. "There are things you've been through that I could scarcely imagine. Sometimes that makes me feel further from you than the years do." It felt strange admitting that, and so he busied himself with forking up more chicken.

[rar_andromeda]

Roger was touching her thigh, his fingers brushing against the skin above her stockings. She gasped at the touch, digging her nails into his back as he kissed her neck.

"Too fast," she murmured, shaking as she moved her hand from his back. It was happening too fast, too soon. Only a half hour ago, she had thought that he considered a friend and nothing else. Now, they were snogging on his sofa like teenagers. She hadn't even done that as a teenager.

She wanted more. She didn't want to stop. And that scared her.

[rar_roger]

Roger's hand froze on her thigh when she murmured something about 'too fast'. He lifted his head, panting slightly, and scooted back a bit. "I... Right. Too fast."

It probably was to fast, considering that he'd been pretty sure she thought he was just a friend, at best, and at worst, just some kid, but he couldn't find it in him to be sorry. He licked his lips as he raised up off of her, giving her room; at the same time he couldn't help noticing her rumpled clothes and skirt pushed up around her thighs. It was entirely too appealing. Clearing his throat, he glanced down.

[rar_andromeda]

She was torn between relief and disappointment when Roger let go and straightened up. She knew that things were moving too fast, but there was a part of her that wanted to just be reckless and not care. Reality wasn't really a good companion for impulsiveness, however.

Roger cleared his throat, and she sat up, smoothing down her skirt and shirt as she tried to figure out what to say in this situation. She and Ted had snogged before they were married, certainly, but she had been raised to believe that a woman didn't become intimate with a man until marriage. Of course, her mother would have had fits if she'd known about the snogging, so it wasn't as if Andy didn't generally bend rules to suit her needs at the time.

"I have no idea what to say." She glanced at him and smiled wryly. "I'm not sorry that it happened, though. Even if it was unexpected."

[rar_roger]

"I'm pretty sure that's a first," Roger said, trying for levity; he'd been hoping he'd not freaked her out - though she certainly hadn't seemed freaked out at the time. "You at a loss for words."

He gave a half-smile as he leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So, does this mean ... I mean, what now?"