Who: Myron Wagtail & Glenda Chittock When: Sunday night, 18 September Where: Glenda's place to Muggle London What: Dinner? Rating: Heads into NC-17 territory Open/Closed: CLOSED and complete
Myron had to remember how to get to Glenda’s flat in reverse, since he’d only actually left it on foot. He was quite proud of himself for finding it, however, and arrived at her door with a bouquet of red roses and white carnations. He knocked, then fidgeted with his blazer and skinny tie. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous--perhaps it was a result of courting backwards.
When Glenda opened the door she was wearing a dress and heels, and biting her lip nervously. He’d only seen her in her casual studio clothes and then naked, so dressing up for him was something new. “Hi,” she said shyly. She’d been wondering about this. The two of them were public personalities, him more so than her, and she wasn’t sure if he was taking her somewhere where they’d be seen - and if so, how he felt about being seen with her.
“Hi,” Myron said, stepping back to take in the full vision of her. “You look absolutely stunning.” He handed her the bouquet. “These pale in comparison.”
Kevin was peeking out from between her legs, and she bent down to kiss him goodbye and send him back in to the babysitter with the flowers. “Thank you,” she said. “Shall we... go?”
“Yes, let’s,” he said, craning his neck a bit to watch Kevin being led off. “He’s adorable.”
Glenda leaned up and kissed him sweetly. “Thanks,” she said. “Shall we go?”
Myron smiled broadly as they broke the kiss, and offered his arm to walk her along the pavement. “I thought we’d go over to the other side tonight,” he said. “Somewhere where no one knows our names. Sound good?”
“What, hang out with muggles?” she asked, feeling oddly... excited. Now there was something she’d never really done before. “Is it... safe? Do you have muggle money? Or should we stop at Gringotts and get some changed?” She had no idea where they would even go. Where did muggles go?
Myron grinned mischievously. “I’ve got it all covered,” he said. “You just have to hang back, relax and enjoy.” As they reached the end of the street, things took a decidedly Muggle look. Myron stepped up to hail an approaching cab.
She laced their fingers together as they got into the cab - her with a lot less confidence than he had. It wasn’t as if she were a purist or anything, but living the way she did, and doing what she did, she’d never really experienced this side of the world. It might make a good show.
As they sat in the back seat, Myron drew their clasped hands up to his lips and gently kissed her fingers. “You have been on my mind almost constantly,” he whispered.
“You’ve been on my mind too,” she said with a giggle. “This is so silly, I’m acting like a smitten schoolgirl...” And her a grown woman, too. It was embarrassing, but she couldn’t help it. This whole situation just made her feel like a teenager again, this secretive, clandestine romance blossoming... and sneaking around to have sex was doubly alluring. “So remind me again why we have to go out?”
Myron laughed, and set his hand on her knee. “Well, call me strange, but I was hoping to get to know you a bit more before the second round.” He gently squeezed her knee. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before--the restaurant is attached to a hotel. And I went ahead and booked a room...” He grinned. “Shall we just order room service?”
“Yes,” she said immediately, tugging on his hand. “Take me upstairs. Now.” Her eyes sparkled with wickedness, but there was no denying that she was looking forward to eating her dinner and using Myron as the plate.