RP: In for Dinner
Date: April 25, 2005
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: 35 A Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Roger and Hermione have dinner in.
Completion: Incomplete
"Ouch! Damn it!"
Roger turned quickly from the stove shaking his right hand in front of his chest. Bloody hell, he worked with his hands every day. He didn't have time to be getting blisters and burns on them. He looked at his little finger before he stuck it under the cold water tap, and thought that this burn might actually be followed by a blister. Fantastic. He took the pot off the burner and stirred to make sure the vegetables hadn't stuck. They seemed alright, so he lowered the heat and covered the pot before he checked the oven, where he'd broiled some chicken breasts.
He'd found that cooking was actually not difficult at all, if one kept to the basics. Some sort of cooked meat, a starch, and a vegetable. Using that formula, he could make all sorts of combinations that kept him from going to the pub when he was hungry unless he felt like it. And at this point, the sauce was the only thing for which he usually had to consult a recipe. Tonight, he was cooking for Hermione, which he'd found he liked doing. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly six o'clock, and time to pick her up from the shop
They'd got back from Spain on Sunday, and he'd not gotten to spend a lot of time with her since then. It was entirely too long, in his opinion. Spain had been amazing, and he'd been distracted with thoughts of her body, moving along his, the way she'd felt in his hands, and her lips on his skin ever since. He'd dropped by the shop yesterday to have lunch with her, but they'd both needed to get back to work, and had only had time for a brief snog in the kitchen before he'd left. Naturally, he wanted to see more of her than that.
While they'd not officially made any plans to see each other today, they saw each other most every Wednesday. So he figured she'd not mind him coming to get her and bring her to his place for dinner. Turning off the stove and oven, he washed his hands and dried them, then stepped out onto the porch, leaving the lights on in the kitchen. He turned and looked down when he felt Zuzu nipping at his heels.
"Nah, stay here. I'll just be a moment," he told her. Undaunted, Zuzu bounded down the porch steps with him. "Alright, but she might not let us in the shop."
He shook his head and smiled slightly as he headed across the lawn to the shop, taking the front door. Since Zuzu was with him, he knocked first, and peered through the glass.
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: 35 A Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Roger and Hermione have dinner in.
Completion: Incomplete
"Ouch! Damn it!"
Roger turned quickly from the stove shaking his right hand in front of his chest. Bloody hell, he worked with his hands every day. He didn't have time to be getting blisters and burns on them. He looked at his little finger before he stuck it under the cold water tap, and thought that this burn might actually be followed by a blister. Fantastic. He took the pot off the burner and stirred to make sure the vegetables hadn't stuck. They seemed alright, so he lowered the heat and covered the pot before he checked the oven, where he'd broiled some chicken breasts.
He'd found that cooking was actually not difficult at all, if one kept to the basics. Some sort of cooked meat, a starch, and a vegetable. Using that formula, he could make all sorts of combinations that kept him from going to the pub when he was hungry unless he felt like it. And at this point, the sauce was the only thing for which he usually had to consult a recipe. Tonight, he was cooking for Hermione, which he'd found he liked doing. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly six o'clock, and time to pick her up from the shop
They'd got back from Spain on Sunday, and he'd not gotten to spend a lot of time with her since then. It was entirely too long, in his opinion. Spain had been amazing, and he'd been distracted with thoughts of her body, moving along his, the way she'd felt in his hands, and her lips on his skin ever since. He'd dropped by the shop yesterday to have lunch with her, but they'd both needed to get back to work, and had only had time for a brief snog in the kitchen before he'd left. Naturally, he wanted to see more of her than that.
While they'd not officially made any plans to see each other today, they saw each other most every Wednesday. So he figured she'd not mind him coming to get her and bring her to his place for dinner. Turning off the stove and oven, he washed his hands and dried them, then stepped out onto the porch, leaving the lights on in the kitchen. He turned and looked down when he felt Zuzu nipping at his heels.
"Nah, stay here. I'll just be a moment," he told her. Undaunted, Zuzu bounded down the porch steps with him. "Alright, but she might not let us in the shop."
He shook his head and smiled slightly as he headed across the lawn to the shop, taking the front door. Since Zuzu was with him, he knocked first, and peered through the glass.