Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: NC17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Written for the AWDT prompt, "I am going to have my way with you one day... if that's okay with you." Two men dancing in Heaven. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we certainly don't own Heaven or Shaft – they belong to Alan Hollinghurst.
He let go of Kingsley's arm before his eyes adjusted to the dark of the alley. Holding still, he listened for noises that would indicate anything nearby, but heard nothing. Feeling his jeans for his wand, Gideon chided himself for being overly cautious. He was sure there was nothing to worry about, although this past week had made him nervous.
Kingsley had told him that the restaurant, Il Lupo Mannaro, was around the corner as he began walking, white jeans bright in the dimness of the alley. Gideon followed him, eyeing his arse appreciatively. Besides, what could go wrong in a gay-friendly Muggle restaurant?
They were very lucky to be seated right away, and Kingsley introduced Gideon to some of his and Santini's favorite dishes. After the intense few hours they had together, it was nice to sit down and wind down a little. Kingsley described Italy with such vivid images that Gideon expressed a longing to be there, too.
"You should come with me next time I go. Santini has a great flat near San Mungo in Milan. Then we can really have a good time. He knows a lot of really cool places there."
Assuming Kingsley didn't mean a holiday in any romantic sense, Gideon nodded in agreement, "I'd like that. I'd like to see a lot of places."
The conversation turned toward other places Gideon hoped to see someday. With the ongoing war, he softly told Kingsley that he was afraid the only holidays he'd ever take were to Death Eater hideouts.
"Hope not. We'll win this war, Gideon. And then you can be a real globe-trotter," Kingsley answered with a forced smile. He didn’t want to be somber that evening. The afternoon had been better than he expected and he wanted to keep the same mood. Besides, he really believed that they would win the war soon. After all, the Light side had awesome fighters, like his dad and the Prewett brothers, even if one of them was a complete git. He settled the bill and stood up, Gideon following him out of the restaurant.
Kingsley strode towards the street, not wasting any time. He wanted to be inside Heaven, dancing with Gideon. It was a popular club and got fairly crowded soon. He hoped they wouldn't have a hard time getting inside: the goon at the door didn't know him as well as the one from Shaft.
Turning the corner, he stopped suddenly. There were several men walking down the street. Kingsley smiled; he grabbed Gideon and, before he could say anything, gave him the noisiest kiss on the mouth, drawing the attention of a few of the men. Some of them whistled and Kingsley said to Gideon, "I told you I've always wanted to do this in public."
And the bar wasn't public? he wondered, but didn't say anything. Kingsley had been very demonstrative with him this past day, and Gideon was thoroughly enjoying it. Curious if Kingsley realized it or not, Gideon slung an arm around his waist, feeling his arse.
"And I've always wanted to do this," he said, by way of an excuse to fondle him. They walked to the very short line to wait. Kingsley pulled his identification out of a pocket.
"I still need to get one of those some time," Gideon whispered in his ear. Swiping it with his tongue, he pressed his pelvis into Kingsley's hip, moving his hand a little lower.
Ignoring a man's whispered comment, "Get a room, you two," Kingsley put his hands on Gideon's waist and pulled him closer, kissing him again.
Letting Kingsley kiss him very briefly, Gideon pulled away, blushing. He tucked his hands into his pockets and grinned at Kingsley, "Oh, we've got one. But this is much more fun," he whispered. However, he kept a respectable distance between them until they reached the bouncer.
As Kingsley handed over his identification, Gideon touched his wand in his jeans and whispered a spell. The man immediately waved both of them in. Grinning at the man that had complained, Gideon whispered another spell aimed at the bouncer, then plainly grabbed Kingsley's arse as the man watched. Gideon kissed Kingsley's cheek as the bouncer told the man behind them he couldn't enter with a fake identification.
Laughing, Kingsley took Gideon's hand and walked into the bar. It was smoky and loud and he had no hopes of getting a table. He steered Gideon straight to the bar. "Whiskey?" he shouted at Gideon, to be heard above the noise of the music and voices. At a nod from Gideon, Kingsley elbowed his way toward the counter and ordered a whiskey for Gideon and a pint for himself.
The bartender stretched out his hand for Kingsley's identification card. He looked at it a little suspiciously. "Are you really eighteen?" he shouted.
"Of course," Kingsley shouted back. "I passed by the goon outside, didn't I? And he could see much better than you with all this smoke around."
"You don't look it. I don’t even think you're seventeen," the bartender retorted, but slid a pint toward him anyway.
Kingsley was utterly mortified that the bartender didn’t even ask Gideon for his card. He passed the whiskey to Gideon and grabbed his pint. "Let's go, Gideon. This fuckwit is a git," he said, leading Gideon away from the crowded counter.
Stifling laughter at Kingsley's indignation, Gideon followed him to the edge of the dance floor. They stopped to drink near a row of booths, one of the only places that didn't have people milling about. Without a table on which to leave their drinks, they would have to get fresh drinks constantly, or finish them immediately. Assuming that Kingsley didn't like to drink that much, Gideon knew they would have to stick it out on the dance floor.
He wasn't that much more comfortable than last time, but the beat of the music was loud and fast. Barely swaying to the music, he took a deep breath and tilted his glass back, swallowing all of it. If that didn't give him the courage he needed to dance, nothing would.
In the back of his mind, he could hear Fabian teasing him.
Kingsley took a few sips of his beer and laid the still-filled mug on the windowsill near him. He wouldn’t need it any more. He took the empty glass from Gideon's hand and led him to the dance floor.
The place was much more crowded than Shaft, which served Kingsley well: this way he and Gideon had to dance very close to each other. He turned Gideon around, back against him, wiggled his fingers inside Gideon's waistband and started dancing.
This was dancing he liked. Raising his arms up, he swung his hips to the beat as Kingsley subtly guided him. Smiling to himself, he ignored the fact that Kingsley mostly guided him against his crotch, rubbing Gideon suggestively.
If they couldn't flirt on a dance floor in a gay bar, then where could they flirt?
Pulling Gideon yet a little closer, Kingsley put his head between Gideon's raised arms and his face, softly nibbling on his earlobe, then moving his mouth down and kissing his neck.
Forgoing any decorum at all, Gideon let his body melt against Kingsley, moving in synch with him. Lowering his arms, he wrapped one around Kingsley's head. The other he used to remove one of Kingsley's hands from his trousers and wrapped it around his waist, tucking the warm fingers underneath his shirt and inside the front of his jeans.
No matter how many times they had gotten each other off that day, he still wanted more. One song blended into another, and then another and all Gideon could concentrate on were Kingsley's tongue and fingers as they wandered his skin.
A break in the music broke his concentration and as something much slower began, Gideon said, "Let me turn around, Kingsley."
Kingsley's hand moved from Gideon's bare stomach as far down as it could reach just inside the waistband. This time dancing with Gideon was much better. It seemed that Gideon was more relaxed. But it made sense: the environment wasn't as foreign to him as the other time.
Then the music changed to a slow tune and, for a split second, Kingsley remembered that he didn't dance to slow songs. The next second, though, he realized that he didn't want to stop dancing with Gideon at all.
In response to Gideon's request, Kingsley turned him around and put both hands on his shoulder. Eyes locked, they danced.
Hesitating to kiss him at first, Gideon watched him. His hands, as if they belonged to another person, didn't waver. One of them unerringly went to the small of Kingsley's back. The second one pressed against Kingsley's shoulder blades, holding them close. Before Gideon registered what he did, he found himself shifting his body to slide one of Kingsley's legs between his.
Giving in, he kissed Kingsley, nibbling his lower lip before swiping his tongue between them, asking for entry.
It crossed Kingsley's mind that they probably looked like some of the couples he derided, dancing and kissing in a gay bar. He could never understand what caused two blokes to act so girlish.
At the same time, he'd never felt so good before. He pushed the thought of girlish behavior from his mind, reasoning that it was obvious to anyone that he and Gideon were not girly and were just two good friends having fun together. Nothing about that couple silliness.
He let himself enjoy the kiss.
Half way through the slow dance, Gideon became conscious that they didn't have to stand so close anymore - that most of the crowd had left the dance floor and he hadn't noticed. Glancing around, he realized that they really weren't like the other blokes, since most of them were heavily groping each other. Instead, he and Kingsley were swaying slowly to the music, locked in a comfortable embrace, gently kissing each other.
And it was comfortable; it lacked the frenzied pace of their previous encounters. They didn't look like two guys trying to stave off loneliness by losing themselves in the arms of an anonymous bloke. From his mind's eye, they looked liked two men on a date.
Suddenly confused how that had happened, Gideon held still as the music changed again and picked up the pace. He pantomimed drinking something and grabbed Kingsley's hand, leading them off the dance floor.
At the bar, he asked for two glasses of water. When the bartender frowned, Gideon winked and left him a large tip. There was a little bit of room now that the music had sped up and most of the men were dancing again. Dropping onto a nearby bar stool, he spread his legs and pulled Kingsley between them, letting him lean against his thigh.
Kingsley lay between Gideon's legs, almost sitting on his lap, his hands resting on top of Gideon's, which were crossed over his stomach. He had downed the glass of water and was glad for the moment of relaxation, observing the dance floor.
He didn't know many people at Heaven. He did recognize, however, Santini's happy bottom – Robbie, or Bobbie - who was dancing with another handsome black bloke. Kingsley chortled; there was no doubt that Robbie's type was black, tall and beautiful.
His eyes roamed through the floor and he rolled his eyes when he saw that fuckwit Edward dancing by himself and molesting a few blokes who were equally alone. I hope they are all tops, he thought maliciously, yawning and leaning back against Gideon's chest.
He felt more than heard the yawn as Kingsley leaned against him. Pressing his cheek against Kingsley's head, right above his ear, he said, "Hey, don't quit on me yet, Shacklebolt. I want to dance some more."
Kingsley smiled at him and turned his face toward him to answer, but Gideon didn't let him speak. Kissing him full on the mouth, he inched Kingsley's shirt up with his fingers, exposing most of his stomach while caressing it.
Deepening the kiss, Gideon scooted forward, trying to turn Kingsley around to face him. As Kingsley turned, responding to the kiss, Gideon wrapped his legs around him, pulling Kingsley against his hardening cock and slid off the stool to stand on his own feet.
"Come on, imp, show me how to dance."
Wriggling his eyebrows and looking at Gideon's cock, Kingsley asked, "Are you sure you wanna dance?" He led Gideon by his hand to the dance floor and zigzagged through the dancers until he was almost at Edward's side.
He let go of Gideon's hand and started dancing.
Gideon started to answer "No" until Kingsley narrowed his eyes and determinedly dodged past several open spots on the floor. He didn't think much of it at first, until Kingsley began dancing on his own.
It was a little odd, but not terribly. They had been clinging to each other all night and Gideon already knew that Kingsley didn't like that. Curious about the change in attitude, he looked around, seeing three men blatantly leering at Kingsley while dancing. Keeping space between them for once, Gideon began dancing in front of Kingsley.
Turning his back to Edward, Kingsley grinned at Gideon, eyeing him from head to toe. Gideon had come a long way since the last time he was in a gay bar. He moved his body with ease and was actually a very sexy dancer. Kingsley leant forward and shouted in Gideon's ear, above the noise of the music, "Not quite the Yule Ball, yeah?"
Leaning forward, however, also caused his arse to jut slightly backwards and he straightened up suddenly after feeling it being squeezed. He looked back and scowled at Edward's smirking face.
He noticed Kingsley's scowl, but not what happened. Whatever, he thought, assuming that Kingsley was finding the attention he wanted. Gideon continued to dance, actually backing up a step or two to leave more room between them. Still scowling, Gideon thought Kingsley didn't notice the additional distance.
He knew Kingsley had been here before and he assumed that one of the men watching him wanted some of his time. He didn't doubt at all that Kingsley had bent at least one of them over the toilet. Just as he knew that Kingsley's age would not make any of them hesitate.
Edward made an obscene gesture at Kingsley, who turned back to face Gideon – just to find out that Gideon had put more distance between the two of them. At the same time he felt someone pressing against his arse – Edward again! Kingsley moved closer to Gideon and shouted in his ear, "I have to go to the loo. Wanna go with me?"
He needed to follow for practical reasons, but really didn't want to. He convinced himself that if he did, he would have to witness Kingsley drag some willing body into the cubicle with him, so he didn't answer.
Sensing Gideon's reluctance, and attributing it to a fear that Kingsley would try to shag him again in the bathroom, Kingsley rolled his eyes and yelled, "I won't attack you in the loo, don't worry!" He motioned Gideon to follow him.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Edward was following them.
There wasn't much of a line inside, since most of the blokes probably had used the bathroom during the slow song a few minutes ago. Waiting behind two people, with Kingsley right behind him, Gideon began to lean against the wall, and thought better of it. Tempted to lean against Kingsley's chest, he turned around instead to talk to him.
The man right behind them, a tall blond a few years older than Gideon, had been one of the three on the floor that was watching Kingsley. Mentally rolling his eyes at the bluntness of the man, Gideon ignored him and asked, "How late do you want to stay?"
Deciding to be a bit more aggressive, he pitched his hips forward, barely rubbing himself against the back of Kingsley's hand.
Edward tilted his hips forward, touching Kingsley's arse, and Kingsley, in an effort to move away from him, took a half step forward, bumping into Gideon. He held on to Gideon to keep his balance, and snapped his head back when he heard Edward say, "Is this your new bottom, Kingsley? Or have you finally bent over?"
Irritated, and realizing that, if anything, this man wanted Kingsley to bottom, Gideon laughed loudly. Capturing both of their attention before Kingsley could speak, Gideon wrapped his arms around Kingsley, cupping the bottom curve or his arse with his hand, knowing the man was staring. He stuck his other hand intimately inside Kingsley's shirt, rubbing bare skin in large circles. The man didn't look at him once, his eyes fixated on Gideon's hands.
"Well… obviously, if you need to ask, then you don't know the answer yourself."
Canting his hips to knock them further off balance, Kingsley stumbled back against the wall and Gideon kissed him hard on his mouth, slowly pulling both hands away. The man was still staring at Gideon's hand, so he paused long enough to cup Kingsley's cock.
"I need to use the toilet; you know where to find me."
The split second that took Kingsley, surprised by Gideon's actions, to follow him to the toilet was enough for Edward to speak. "Hmm…jealous, this girlfriend of yours, isn’t she?"
The words made Kingsley snap out of his stupor. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked angrily, starting to follow Gideon.
"Your boyfriend is very possessive, Kingsley. That's not good," Edward answered cattily. "He could share and we could have a great threesome."
A threesome. Something that existed only in Kingsley's fantasies. His brief encounters at school or at the bars never lent themselves to something so fantastic. Yet, the notion of sharing Gideon with this git Edward was not appealing at all; it was actually quite repulsive. Not knowing what to say, he snarled, "He's not my boyfriend. He's my friend."
That made Edward grin evilly. "Well, then he has no claims on you. So I guess you and I could have some fun while he's in the toilet. Or later, if you prefer. You know I am going to have my way with you one day... if that's okay with you, Your Majesty" he asked, bowing with mock deference and holding Kingsley by the arm.
Kingsley shook Edward's hand off his arm. "In your wildest dreams, fuckwit," he said, striding toward the toilet where Gideon was and barging in.
Without looking, Gideon knew it had to be Kingsley storming into the cubicle with him. Tucking himself back into his jeans – hard to do in that state – he mumbled, "Sorry about that."
He wanted to ask Kingsley how he responded to the girlfriend question, but chose silence. He was more curious what happened that got Kingsley so riled up to begin with.
Leaning against the wall, and hiding a grimace at it, he let Kingsley take a turn. Scooting by him, Gideon stared unabashedly at his arse, tempted to tease Kingsley that he would love to bend him over. Of course, considering the berk outside, it would be bad timing for such a joke. He also wanted to relieve some other pressures, but not here. That could wait until after the bar. Why use a dirty cubicle when he had a clean bed?
Kingsley zipped up his jeans and motioned Gideon to follow him outside. He put his arm around Gideon's waist and passed by Edward, glaring at him, and receiving only a smirk in response.
Unable to control his curiosity, Gideon asked, "Okay, fess up. What happened with him?"
"He's a git. I met him a few weeks ago when I came here with Santini and this idiot wanted me to bottom for him."
Gideon couldn’t help it; he bellowed. At Kingsley's indignant expression, Gideon waved his free hand, his other wrapped around Kingsley's waist, "Don't hit me or anything."
Still chuckling, he said loudly as they left the quiet hallway, "I can imagine how well that went. My poor Shacklebolt, asked to be the girl by some git."
He dragged Kingsley to the dance floor, turning his back to him. He began swaying to the music, slightly bent forward with his arse pressed against Kingsley's front.
As Kingsley leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him, Gideon teased, "I guess that means I'm doomed to be the bird."
Kingsley nipped at Gideon's earlobe, whispering, "There's nothing girly about you, Mr. Prewett." He squeezed Gideon's nipples. "Flat chest, tight stomach," he said, moving his hands to Gideon's belly. "And a thick, hard cock, which fits just fine in my mouth," he added, cupping Gideon's cock with his hand.
Gideon couldn't help it – he whimpered. Mashing his buttocks into Kingsley's cock, Gideon grabbed his hips and moved them back and forth suggestively - as if they hadn't been suggestive all night.
"Either let me go, Shacklebolt, or follow me home. I need that mouth right about now."
He loved magic, and he loved Apparition. All it took was a minute to work their way to the door, another minute to find a dark alley, fifteen seconds to wrap Kingsley in his arms – that included a kiss – and the thought of the alley behind his flat.
Within five minutes of telling Kingsley he needed that mouth wrapped around his cock, Gideon had his wish. Amazing, that.
Without preliminaries, Gideon pulled him to his door and rushed them through it. He turned Kingsley to the closest bare wall and shoved his chest against it. Practically ripping his shirt as he rucked it up, Gideon bit his shoulder blade. He left teeth marks on the muscles as Kingsley pushed his hips back in order to undo his jeans.
Which meant he pushed his arse into Gideon's hard cock. As soon as Kingsley pulled the jeans off his hips, Gideon turned him around until they were facing each other. He shoved them against the wall, the friction of naked cocks rubbing against each other driving him mad.
"Get on your knees, Shacklebolt." Gideon said, trembling with need.
Kingsley looked at him oddly, but complied, bunched up jeans around his knees, his feet against the wall behind him. Gideon pushed his shoulders back, leaving Kingsley at an unbalanced angle.
When Kingsley reached up to grab Gideon's cock, he said, "Don't touch it. Not this time."
"What the hell, Prewett?" he asked, but Gideon touched his fingers to Kingsley's lips briefly, quieting him.
"I want to fuck your mouth," Gideon said softly, locking eyes with him as he undressed and haphazardly tossed his clothes behind him.
He rubbed his cock, bringing it to full erection fast as he watched Kingsley on his knees, back against the wall. Gideon spread his legs and put his hands on the wall at shoulder level.
Leaning in with his hips, he stuck the tip of his jutting cock into Kingsley's mouth.
Barely moving back and forth, he stopped every time Kingsley leaned forward, "Let me do it, Kingsley," he said, voice gruff with emotion.
Moving his hips slowly, he pulled in and out of Kingsley's open mouth, fucking it.
What the fuck? Kingsley thought as he was, once again, definitely not in control. Damn, that Gideon was kinky, but damned if he just didn't love it.
Not being allowed to touch Gideon, Kingsley grabbed his cock and wanked to the rhythm of Gideon's cock inside his mouth.
He couldn't last at all. Staring at Kingsley, his mischievous expression showing Gideon that he was indeed comfortable with this, he groaned, warning Kingsley wordlessly that he was finishing. He could see Kingsley's hand pumping furiously below him. Gideon fell to his knees, shaking, but coherent enough to push Kingsley's hand away and bent over, replacing it with his mouth.
Kingsley slid awkwardly on the floor, elated because finally Gideon had come before him. It didn’t take him much longer, though, and he came with a shudder that made his head hit the wall. He grimaced at the pain and stretched his legs, Gideon's head still between them. "Hey, Mr. Prewett," he panted, "I guess I owe you an apology. You can get it up more than once a day." He laughed and then yawned loudly. "What time is it?" he asked, nudging Gideon to move over. "I have to be getting home soon."
He stood up and, as he was about to pull his jeans up, he wrinkled his nose. "Do I smell like sex? Can you Scourgify me?" It was getting late and he knew that the wards at Southwood's house would record the correct hour of his arrival.
He also knew that Southwood would have no problem if he broke his curfew, because he was with Gideon. But, although he'd had a great time, the boyfriend comment that Edward had made in the bathroom had bothered him. He had been too close to Gideon the whole day and now he needed his space and the assurance that they were just friends. Very good friends.
His wand somewhere in his jeans nearby, Gideon motioned Kingsley to kick them close. He pulled it out, casting the spell for him and dropped the wand on the floor next to him. He needed to cast it on himself as well, but stood up instead and followed Kingsley at a distance. He'd rather take a quick shower before climbing into his bed.
Leaning against the wall at the edge of the room, he left plenty of distance between them. It still wasn't a normal situation for him, but it wasn't awkward either. He was adjusting to this relationship - friendship - with Kingsley. But he still didn't want to kiss him goodnight on his way home.
"I'll Floo you soon," he said, grinning ironically at the standard line any wizard might tell a witch he didn't want to speak to again. "Fabian has a big mission this week and I need to do what I can to help."
Glad for the distance between them, Kingsley nodded. "All right. See you later." He strode to the Floo, threw some powder inside and cried out his grandfather's home.
As he was twirling on his way home, he thought the words he never told Gideon: It was tons of fun, Mr. Prewett.
Taking a shower didn't have quite the same feeling that night. He washed routinely, ignoring the rest of it. Shrugging the odd feeling off, he cast Scourgify on his clothes then fell into bed, only to dream of dancing.
***
Sometimes Fabian wished he lived closer to his brother. He'd Floo'ed him early Monday morning to remind him they had dinner plans at Molly's that night and Fabian was surprised he woke Gideon.
Granted, it was the day after a game, but it was unlike Gideon to sleep past dawn. Of course, it was easy to forget Gideon's odd behavior with his busy day. It wasn't until Fabian literally bumped into Mac that he thought about it again. They made mostly polite conversation as they walked to their respective offices until Mac commented about Kingsley's weekend.
"I will say I'm glad for Kingsley's and Gideon's friendship. He's one of the few people Maura truly likes. I think she prefers he spends the weekend with your brother than any of his other friends."
"Pardon me?"
Mac laughed, "Didn't you see them this weekend?"
Fabian shook his head, "No, actually. I didn't make it back until late Sunday afternoon."
"They work you too hard, Fabian. Dad laughed about the number Floo calls Kingsley missed Sunday. He told Dad he was with Gideon, exploring Muggle London."
"Probably true, I can double check with my brother, if that's what you're asking."
Mac shook his head, "Kingsley doesn't lie, I wasn't questioning that."
Fabian smiled, hiding his anger, "Gideon didn't say what he did this weekend. But I'm not surprised he was with your son. They are becoming fast friends."
"Like I said," Mac continued, oblivious so far as to what kind of friendship his son was developing, "I'm glad for it. Maura really likes Gideon."
Saying goodbye as they reached their offices, Fabian set his paperwork down and knocked on Moody's door.
"Sir, I have a request to make. I'd like to take Gideon with me on that mission, if it's still possible."
***
If Gideon wasn't his brother, Fabian would have accused him of being nervous. He was…strange, for lack of a better description, Monday night at dinner. It was unlike him to pay attention to Molly or the children. Fabian Floo'ed to Gideon's flat, intent on dragging him there, only to find Gideon waiting on the sofa. He said that he'd talked to their father already, and was expecting Fabian's arrival.
Gideon, fond of Arthur, typically spent his time talking to him while Fabian played with the children. Molly was never far from the children, so by default Fabian spent more time with their sister as well.
Following dinner, Gideon suggested that Fabian talk to their father while he sat on the floor and played wizarding blocks with five-year old Charlie. Bill had been toppling over the pieces on the chessboard until Gideon scolded him to be careful and not break anything. Fabian was surprised by his reaction until he realized that set had been a gift to Bill from Gideon over the holidays.
Fabian wondered if Gideon knew that Bill carefully brought that set each time they had a family dinner, hoping Gideon would teach him. Setting the pieces back in place, Gideon began explaining to Bill the basics of the game while he used his wand on the blocks, making Charlie laugh as they danced around on the carpet.
Molly quickly came round and gathered Charlie, leaving Bill alone with Gideon and the chessboard. Fabian scooped Charlie from her hands as Percy pulled at her robes. Collecting the blocks that Gideon abandoned, Fabian entertained Charlie from his lap while talking to Arthur.
He wouldn't tell Gideon until they left Molly's that Moody had agreed, and that they were leaving in the morning for two weeks.