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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“…get out of here?” Melinda suggested as she pointed her wand at the door to lock it and set the Ward for the night. The suggestive cut off of the sentence hadn’t been intentional, but that didn’t mean that it couldn’t be played with. “There are just a few, but thank you,” she assured him and made quick work of getting the lids on the bowls and the bowls in the cooler.

The sight of Oliver in her kitchen like this, looking for all the world like he was perfectly at ease and right where he had to had her pause for a moment. It felt good to see him like that, to be with him again and it felt right that it felt good. Shaking her head she went to him, standing close to him with a foot on each side of his. “Not at all,” she admitted with a soft laugh, letting her hands come to rest on his firm stomach and laughed softly. She felt light and bubbly even after a long day at work. “I haven’t thought further than just seeing you again. But I haven’t eaten either so we could go out or order in or see what’s in the cooler, but I am not a good cook. You have been warned.”