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spellhound (spellhound) wrote in ergot,
@ 2009-11-08 10:30:00

RP: Luncheon meetings
Characters Caleb Wilde, Gemma Fane
Place a small eatery
Date 11/8
Summary Caleb's looking for company for lunch
Rating/Warnings none at the moment

Caleb was dressed in his uniform when he showed up at the Fane property in his marked patrol car. He was going to heading into work in a few hours and so came prepared. He'd heard over the past week about Gemma's parents and felt terribly guilty about not knowing. He'd had a few words with his grandparents about them not informing him.

He'd gotten the distinct impression that it hadn't been an oversight. They'd decided, consciously, to keep it from him despite knowing how important Gemma had been to him. The realization had infuriated him and had led to him walking out of the house before he'd said something that he would regret.

There was no real way he could make up for not calling or sending flowers or something even if he had been so far away. No wonder Gemma seemed to upset with him.

He knocked on her front door after adjusting his bulky belt. Lunch couldn't make up for what he'd done out of ignorance, but it was hopefully a start at rebuilding their relationship in an adult fashion.

If, of course, he could rouse Gemma's attention. Surely she was up at three o'clock in the afternoon.

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hocus_x_pocus
2009-11-08 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Sundays were Gemma's day off. Why? Because Sundays followed Saturdays and Saturdays at the bar were hell. There were really only two places that you could go on a Saturday night in Charons Ford and that meant they were both busy. So Sunday's Gemma slept in. She didn't typically get home until 5 or 6 in the morning and it was the only night she didn't even consider going to see her boyfriend after work. Much too late.

So when she heard a banging on her door? She wasn't pleased. She looked over at the clock and glared slightly, whoever it was was robbing her of an hour of sleep. She really couldn't even think of a handful of people who would be knocking on her door. Other than Max, she didn't have a lot of friends (go figure, high school popularity didn't carry over into adult life, particularly when you'd fallen so far from the pedestal you'd been on) and most of those she had were just aquaintances. There were clients but it was pretty well known that she didn't work on Sundays, even selling physicks. That meant that it was either Max or an emergency really. So she hauled herself out of bed, tugged on a hoodie and padded to the window to look out at the driveway.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen a cop car parked there but she had no idea why one would be there now. Cursing she tied her hair back and yelled that she was coming.

"What can I do you for Officer?" she asked as she answered the door, squinting against the bright afternoon sun.

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	spellhound 2009-11-08 07:34 pm UTC (link)
	From the squinting bleariness, it would seem that Gemma really could still be in bed at three o'clock in the afternoon. "I was going to offer to demonstrate the proper use of restraints, but I don't think you're in any shape to put up a convincing fight," Caleb drawled in amusement. "How does lunch sound instead?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hocus_x_pocus
2009-11-08 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Gemma blinked and looked up at the officer again before her jaw dropped slightly. Damn if Caleb didn't look good in a uniform. "You're putting the boys down at the station to shame, darling," she told him, stepping back to let him in. The flirtatious remark made her smile and duck her head. "I don't think I'd be much fun at all right now," she assured him. Then again... her mind started to trip down paths better left unexplored involving Officer Wilde, her bed, and those restraints.

"Breakfast," she corrected, "sounds great. Are you on duty?" she asked as she walked back toward her room on the main level of the house.

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spellhound
2009-11-08 07:49 pm UTC (link)

He laughed. "Concidering the other 'boys' are in their late forties and have a great fondness for their wives' cooking, that's not saying much." Of course Murphy was an exception, but the Sherriff was an exception for many reasons. Ben and Jerry, though, looked like they liked to keep to the more famous Ben 'n' Jerry in business.

"Breakfast it is," he agreed easily. "I go on at five, but I'm all yours until then." He followed her into the house, stopping automatically at that point in the hall that let them continue to talk without him being quite able to catch a glimpse of her changing in the hall mirror if she kept her door open.

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hocus_x_pocus
2009-11-08 07:59 pm UTC (link)

Gemma chuckled and nodded, knowing his assessment of the other officers was true. Of course, he still would have been putting them to shame... She'd never considered herself the sort to go for a guy in uniform but it was a struggle not to stare at him or force him to do things in her mind.

She was obviously not awake enough to control herself.

Her eyes glanced at the clock in her room, mostly unchanged since her school days aside from the larger bed and lack of lace, and noted the time again. "You shouldn't make such promises to a hungry girl," she teased with a very suggestive note in her voice. Flirting with Caleb seemed to come naturally to her- well, flirting in general did her mind argued, it was part of being a waitress.

Figuring they had only a short amount of time, Gemma opted to skip showering, grabbing instead a pair of blue jeans and a blouse- dressing quickly.

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spellhound
2009-11-08 08:17 pm UTC (link)

"You'd be amazed at what I can accomplish in a couple of hours." He grinned. Gemma's flirting skills, never less than good, had become stellar. "I can fill lots of hungers." His had been practically non-existant in high school but he'd learned a few things over the years since then as evidenced by the rumbling, promising note he put in his words.

"Is old lady Winston still the cook at the Davidson House?" The historic inn had started its life as a carriage way point and had evolved in recent years into a B&B with emphasis on the breakfast part.