John Dawlish (jdisnotamused) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-09-14 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dorcas meadowes, retired: john dawlish, time: 1998-09 |
WHO: Dorcas Meadowes and John Dawlish
WHEN: Evening, Friday September 14th
WHERE: The London Fencing Club
WHAT: Crossing swords together.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Closed. In progress.
Fencing. Something he hadn’t done in years. At the promise of doing it again, with Dorcas, he’d found himself looking forward to it with a sense of anticipation. They’d had dinner and fenced together on Monday. And he’d actually cooked. Something he hadn’t done for a woman in a very long time. John was finding himself a little contemplative about Dorcas. Contemplative about how she was making him feel. He wasn’t used to this sense of fierce, protective, tenderness that she seemed to pull out of him. It was unfamiliar. And to his surprise, not unwanted. Maybe because it was Dorcas he was feeling it for. Not some random woman who meant nothing. Who didn’t know him. Hadn’t seen him at his worst. It was like Dorcas had a door into his heart that no one else did.
And of course the sex had been fucking fantastic. Which had been lingering in his mind. A lot.
After work, a day shift this time, John had taken a quick shower and rubbed himself dry roughly. Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, he tugged out his favorite pair of jeans and a comfortable shirt. John dropped his towel and got dressed quickly. He needed to hurry so he'd be on time. He was meeting Dorcas at the London Fencing Club.
He got out the door just on time, and jogged down the street to catch a cab. He didn't really like wizard travel, and kept to the muggle ways of transportation as much as possible. Hopping out of the cab, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, J.D. headed inside the club and grinned as he caught sight of Dorcas just inside.