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RP: Baby it's cold outside

Dec 24, 2007 16:38

Date: December 24, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Location: Kingsley's house
Status: Private
Summary: Keeping warm on a frosty morning.
Completion: Complete

( I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer? )

place: private residence, december 2005, rita skeeter, kingsley shacklebolt

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shh_kingsley December 24 2007, 17:04:37 UTC

"Fuck, baby those toes are lethal weapons," Kingsley hissed but pressed his legs and then the rest of him closer to warm her up. It had been so cold that even Kingsley's formidable body heat wasn't enough to keep warm.

He smiled against her curly head where it was tucked in against his neck. This was the second morning she'd still been there when he woke up. He hadn't been sure when she'd be back but she had left one those of those high heels behind, something she had never done before, and it gave him hope that perhaps she thought it wasn't so bad being there in the morning after all.

"Maybe I should bank the fire for you then. Wouldn't want you to be cold on Christmas," he chuckled.

shh_rita December 27 2007, 05:25:04 UTC

"Oh, do," she breathed, before she could stop herself. The idea of coming to him after what was sure to be a horrible day with family was too wonderful to resist. "It's going to be bad, tomorrow. we're having lunch at Stella's. All of us. Mum and Dad, Gilderoy and Julian. I don't think Dad's ever met Stella's husband, and my mother and Gilderoy and merlin, I don't know what Stella was thinking."

She laughed, puling back a little to look at him. "And what are you doing tomorrow?"

As soon as she asked, she wished she hadn't. Her stomach knotted and something must have shown on her face. She didn't want to know if he'd be spending the day with his Hufflepuff. She really didn't. And where else would he go?

shh_kingsley December 27 2007, 08:04:59 UTC

She asked him what he had planned for Christmas and he saw her face cloud over. Kingsley tipped up her chin, "Look at me, sweetheart. I'm being a model citizen and delivering Christmas meals to the elderly who haven't moved into the Community Centre shelter. I'll be here if you want to find me after your visit." He dropped his mouth next to her ear and purred, "Maybe as a Christmas present you might consider translating a letter for me?"

shh_rita December 27 2007, 23:52:51 UTC

Oh. So he wasn't....

She closed her eyes for as moment, despite his imperative to look at him, feeling her cheeks pink with the embarrassment of her assumption.

Gods, this wasn't like her. Rita Skeeter didn't blush. But Rita Skeeter had also never woken in Kingsley Shacklebolt's bed for the second time in a week, or been this bare in his arms in a freezing cold winter before. She didn't feel like herself, but all in all, perhaps that was a good thing.

"Trying to make sure Santa brings you something good and not the lump of coal, are you?" She chuckled. "In this weather, coal would probably be practical. I bet all the little old witches ask for you, too. That Kingsley Shacklebolt, strapping young man. Somehow I always manage to have a broken lightbulb when he comes by. And what respectable witch knows how to change a lightbulb?"

She smiled when he whispered in her ear, angling her head up just slightly so his lips brushed against her. "Perhaps I will," she replied in a murmur. "What would you give me as a present in return?"

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