red_pepper (red_pepper) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-04-06 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 04, character: bill weasley, character: dominique weasley |
RP: Dom and Bill
Who: Dominique and Bill Weasley (anyone else around the house)
Where: Shell Cottage
When: Tuesday, 6 April, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Dom spends some time with her father
She liked sleeping in, she liked the fresh familiar smell of her sheets and the quiet noises of the house where she'd grown up. It was easier here for Dom to sleep in later into the morning. Unlike the castle where the noises and scents weren't always completely familiar and pulling her from sleep. Here though, things were almost like they'd been before everything had changed.
She stayed in bed for a long time, even after she'd woken, nuzzling down into the blankets and pillows she kept wrapped tightly around her during the night. Not quite as nice as waking up beside Dylan but she had to admit this had it own appeal.
Dylan.
She closed her eyes against the morning sun that was pouring into her room and sighed. This was starting to be a problem. She shouldn't let herself get too close to him, she knew that. She knew neither of them was really after a permanent relationship, though she could only imagine just how fast Dylan would run in the opposite direction if he ever even suspected how close to the line she was walking. But she couldn't seem to help herself when she was with him.
All it took was a suggestion, a flash of that smile, his lips against hers and she was only too happy to have her in her bed again, no thought at all about the possible consequences. And when she woke feeling relaxed and quite happy she couldn't seem to make herself regret the decision either.
But this morning, in the clear light of day she could see that it was becoming a problem. Something she should probably stop. She wet her lips and sighed as she sat up in bed. Her good mood slightly marred by the frustration of everything that went along with all of this werewolf business. She pulled on a robe over her night shirt and padded out to the kitchen, unfortunately her increased appetite the only thing that was truly keeping her from a proper lie in that morning. And she went out in search of tea and toast.