dorcas meadowes is with john dawlish (warrioress) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-10-30 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | dorcas meadowes, john dawlish |
Who: Dorcas Meadowes and John Dawlish
When: Friday night, 30 October, 1979
Where: John Dawlish's flat
What: John and Dorcas share three special words, unknowing that it would be their last night together.
Rating: PG
By now, they had had several nights like this, where time just passed into late night and neither one probably was looking at the clock because they were busy laughing, talking, snogging, shagging, and drinking. The order varied, but everything listed was a definite occurrence. It was even better on Fridays. That was when neither of them had to go into work the next morning, so who really cared how late it became? And for how long Dorcas stayed at his place? Tonight, the bourbon was just so good and that sofa was so comfortable, they didn't exactly bother to try making it to the bedroom. Dorcas laid there in silence for a little while. The more comforting part of this was how she just seemed to fit perfectly in that nook between his shoulder and neck. That and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed usually lulled her to sleep. She was almost there, too, but still awake enough to hold a conversation. "John. Do you think in several years when this is all still going strong, it would even matter what the rest of the world might think of us?" "Once you're out of training, you can go right to someone else's squad," John murmured. "And then it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks." His fingers gently pulled through her hair, slowly over and over. "Then it's no longer against department policy, so we don't have to worry about our careers suffering for it...and then I can ask you to marry me and we can live happily ever after." It was a very pretty fantasy, John thought. In just barely a month with Dorcas, he knew without a doubt that she was the one for him. He had never found anyone with whom he connected so easily and enjoyed every single minute of it. No matter what they were doing, even if it were something as simple as talking about music or each of them reading a book with her draped over his lap, she made him really and truly happy. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, being just as revoltingly adorable as Sarah and Douglas. Dorcas smiled to herself as she thought over what he said. Under any other circumstances, marriage scared her. She praised Amala and Deshan for getting married so soon after leaving Hogwarts but didn't think she could have ever done it herself. But it wasn't the age or how soon, but more like with who. Considering how much time she spent at John's place, it was almost like she lived there. "I support this plan completely," she said. "And I'd like to go someplace tropical for a honeymoon." "I've heard Barbados is nice," John replied, giving her a slight smile and a soft kiss to her forehead. "White sand and blue water, ridiculous frozen drinks, and you lounging around in a bikini. Sounds like heaven." Because really, John Dawlish had never been a wildly imaginative sort. For him, the image of paradise in another life was much like paradise in this life. It was active and beautiful, someplace warm where he didn't have trainees or dark wizards giving him stress headaches. And a honeymoon with Dorcas Meadowes...that would be a good approximation of heaven on earth. But then again...a sofa with Dorcas Meadowes was a pretty good approximation of heaven on earth, too. That did indeed sound like heaven that just the thought of it made her ridiculously happy. As if she hadn't been already, since the day she confronted him. Dorcas gave a soft laugh as she nuzzled her face closer against his neck. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you," John softly replied. He couldn't remember then if he had ever said it outright that way, rather than simply obliquely referring to the fact that he loved her. He didn't think he had, because if he had it wouldn't have sounded so fresh in his ears, or felt so warm and liquid as it rolled off his tongue. Usually he didn't care much for the unfamiliar and surprising, but this...this was different. This was storybook love that would have felt over-the-top and melodramatic had he not felt it so genuinely, and he knew with firm certainty that it was absolutely worth the risk to his career. It was worth anything. Dorcas knew that she herself had never said it before. But it seemed to come out so naturally, she wasn't going to question why she hadn't said it sooner. Just smile and absorb in as much happiness as she could get in this moment. "I'm very tempted to suggest that we sneak out early after tomorrow's party. Maybe before the costume party. I'm just going to be Cleopatra, nothing glamorous to win an award anyway." "Can't," John replied, despite how nice an idea it sounded. "I'm half of the Minister's detail for the night, so I'll be there until he decides to go." It was an honor to be selected, and John was pleased that the Minister and the Department thought enough of him to ask him. While wandering the Masquerade watching Rump's back for the night wasn't his idea of a good time, it was at least a sign that he was continuing to move forward in the department. The hard work was paying off, and that was a good thing. "I know, I can wish though," she sighed and lifted up her head slightly to look at John. "Keep me on the wards that night? So when I leave, I can come back here, and I'll wait for you." Preferably in his bed waiting for him. With a lot less from what she'd be wearing tomorrow night. That was granted nothing would happen. If the Death Eaters were smart, they'd realize not to target an area with so many Aurors and Hit-Wizards situated around. "That," he murmured, breaking the phrase with a soft kiss, "sounds like a brilliant idea. And when I get here, I promise to make up for being late." Because if neither of them was working the following day, there was absolutely nothing wrong with staying up all night. Tonight, however... "We should probably see about getting to the bedroom. It's getting late, and I've got an early day tomorrow - and if we're going to make it a late night, I'd better get some sleep now." "Alright," Dorcas said, placing her hands against his chest to push herself to one side. "Wake me up when you do. I'll get some errands done before getting ready for the ball." One that included Order business at the Edgar Bones' place but that didn't need to be mentioned. Sitting up behind her, John was briefly distracted by the smooth slope of her shoulder and laid a light kiss there, his hand sliding softly over her back. "Will do," he promised before finally standing and yawning. Now that they'd started talking about sleep, he could feel it creeping up on him. Dorcas stood up right after him and took hold of his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom. She tended to do that a lot. But of course, she was just the type of girl to take initiative. So he likely knew very well by now. "Come on, Sleepyhead. I can't carry you if you fell to the floor right here." He laughed softly and tightened his hold on her hand, good-naturedly following on after her. "Yes, dear," he teased in reply. It was nice, he thought, with her having the freedom to joke with him a little more now, and to be able to respond without the requirement of being stern and businesslike. Falling asleep beside her would be nice, too, and waking her up with kisses before he got in the shower in the morning...and to think, one day he'd get to do that every day. It was going to be a good life. |