Susan Bones (bd_susan) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-01-20 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | * january 2006, - complete, - owl, megan jones, susan bones |
OWL: Susan to Megan RP: Do all women worry about these things?
Date: 19 January 2006
Characters: Susan Bones, Megan Jones
Location: 15a Dippett Drive
Private/Public: Private
Rating: G
Warnings: Wibbling Susan? Definitely a warning
Summary: Susan starts to wonder what she's getting herself into.
Susan had agreed to sleep with Cass to get that monkey off her back. Deep down, she knew she wanted to have sex with him - she needed to do this with someone she trusted.
But she was utterly inexperienced, which meant she was going to be utter rubbish. What if he really didn't find her appealing at all once the robes were all thrown aside? Susan was never really one to put too much thought into her appearance. Sure, she brushed her hair and made sure her skin was clean and moisturised. But glamours and makeup were never her strongest suit.
After heading to Gladrags to look for some robes for the Auror ball, she noticed the lingerie section. For the first time in her life, she figured she should probably get some. She doubted that her rather perfunctory and plain sensible underwear would encourage Cass in any way, and this had now played on her mind for a few days.
Since when had she spent more time worrying about what to wear than her actual work? It annoyed her that she spend this much time worrying and wondering. Staring at herself in the mirror after a shower, she looked over her body, wondering just what anyone could see that was appealing. She was, for one, far too slender, with hips that were barely there (even the mirror agreed - she could use a decent feed. She hexed it silent after such an out-of-turn comment.)
Looking through her knitting patterns, she came across a book on knitted lingerie. Some of it looked nice, but she was already seeing her Aunt Amelia look at her through that monocle and frown in distaste. Knitted lingerie was a relic from an era that was long gone.
She sighed. She wasn't just worried about what to wear, but there was a ball of nerves in the pit of her stomach that she could only pinpoint as performance anxiety. She was nervous. Far too nervous than she was willing to admit.
There was only one thing to do, and only one person she could ever dream of talking to about this.
She was going to need to see Megan. She could cloud it all under the guise of a 'checkup', but she knew Megan had experience and might be able to help her allay any fears.
She quickly penned a note.
Dear Megan,
Any chance I can come to see you this week for a checkup? I have a rather... delicate female matter I need to speak to you about.
Regards
Susan Bones
She sent the owl off with Featherbelle, and just hoped Megan wouldn't laugh at her or call her a fool.
But it was too late now, as the bird was already out the window and on its way to Megan's place. She gave the knitted lingerie pattern book one final wistful look before throwing it to the bottom of the pile.