piperbowes (piperbowes) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-11-19 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emerson dewitt, character: piper bowes (dropped), location: dewitt mansion, thread: complete, |week: 04, ~date: 07/july 29 |
WHO: Piper and Emerson
WHERE: The DeWitt Estate
WHEN: Week 4, Monday, Early Morning
WHY: Emerson is done being coy and Piper wants to enforce some new rules
WARNING: Language, strong sexual content, first time sex of all kinds
Piper had woken up earlier than she had in forever. Yesterday had been hangover waffles, recovering on every level from her night of freedom at Sinsations and an early night which explained why she was fidgeting in her bed. She could get up and help Gretchen make brunch that would sit steaming hot for hours as a part of a spell Emerson concocted. Work smarter, not harder, his singsong tone echoing in her head and she giggled a bit and shook her head at both of them after. It was too early to eat; it was too early to do anything but sleep in her opinion especially when their household didn't start until at least noon. The brunette tried to read, organize her growing closet and even did some sit ups in her room but it wasn't making the time pass as she hoped.
Exiting her room with a frustrated huff, she went on a search to clear her boredom in her PJs. Gretchen was the only one awake and had seen her in less. Piper made a mental note to have a discussion with DeWitt as soon as he was conscious enough to handle it about catching Lucien the other morning. He was supposed to be taking care of the kid and she wanted to make sure he knew what he needed to look out for. The brunette passed his room and was surprised to hear the gentle strum of his guitar. Bursting in with her hands on her hips and an incredulous look on her face, she asked, "You're up?!?! I've been bored out of my skull for an hour and you're..." he seemed to be writing; music sheets scattered on his bed with him cross-legged and pencil in his teeth, "doing whatever you're doing?" She blinked and noticed his guitar was the only thing covering his chest, trying not to stare too long.