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Tweak says, "walking fast faces don't pass"

Cho Quigley (charmingcho) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-06 19:12:00

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character: cho chang, character: finbar quigley

RP: Welcome home
Who: Fin & Cho
What: Cho hasn't stopped thinking about that time he walked in on her and kind of wants to recreate it...
Where: Fin's unplottable home
When: Night, Saturday June 6th
Rating: NSFW

Cho had spent the afternoon reading in Fin's bed. Just relaxing as he was out doing whatever he needed to do on a Saturday afternoon - she'd let herself in and curled up in her yoga pants and sweater with a good book. When she heard him enter the home - confident it was him, because his home was unplottable and no one else would be coming in unannounced, thankfully - she slipped out of the bed and left her book on the nightstand.

Moving quietly into his closet she slid out of her yoga pants and sweater, revealing lovely lacy black panties and slid her arms into one of his black button up shirts, leaving it unbuttoned. She pulled her hair out of it's haphazard ponytail and waited.

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_finbar_
2015-06-06 11:49 pm UTC (link)

The thing about big families meant that there was always something. A birthday, a heartbreak, an engagement, a victory, anything really, and that was how Finbar’s life had always been. However, after he’d started seeing Cho, he had begun to miss just a little privacy, what with all of his nieces and nephews coming and going as they pleased in his house – as per his own invitation. Surprisingly, once the word about Cho had started spreading amongst the Quigley’s, that seemingly endless traffic had faded out and his family had started giving notices before they showed, which was… different, but highly preferable.

After spending the day with Ailfrid, trying his best not to make too much fun of his brother’s grey hair, Fin Apparated back to his house, to the warded garden towards the river. He levitated his robe to the hanger and kicked off his shoes as he unshrunk the books Ailfrid had lent him, fully intent on Flooing Cho to see if she was working tonight, or otherwise settle in for a quiet evening. He went to his bedroom to change into something a bit more comfortable, and stopped then minute he stepped inside. Something was off, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. There was a hint of something that made him think of Cho, but she had been here before, so her perfume could have easily lingered, right? And the light that was still on?... no, he’d probably just forgotten to turn it off. That happened.

But then he saw the book on his nightstand, which wasn’t an uncommon sight, either, except that unlike the books Fin usually read, this one had a suggestively clad witch in the arms of a muscular wizard on the front. So, Cho had been here, only he hadn’t been home, which made him guess that she probably had the night off. Well, in that case, he would just go see her. Unbuttoning his shirt, he opened his closet to find a more comfortable shirt to wear to see her. Except it wasn’t his shirts that caught his eyes. Rather, it was the beautiful girl wearing his shirt. In his closet. “I was hoping you’d still be here.”

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charmingcho
2015-06-06 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Cho smiled, a small nervous look but she played with the hem of the shirt she wore with a little glint in her eye despite her nerves. "You noticed I'd come?" She asked, wondering how he'd known and then remembering her book. Nodding, she said, "Probably not the stealthiest, am I?" And looked up from where she'd been watching her fingers to his face.

"I was lounging and thought I might put on something a bit more comfortable, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it?"

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_finbar_
2015-06-07 10:33 am UTC (link)

Finbar’s lips twitched into an amused smirk, though his eyes were still on Cho’s once she finally looked up at him. “You were plenty stealthy,” he assured her. “Didn’t hear a thing and if it hadn’t been for the book, I’d’ve thought I was just imagining your perfume here.”
Reaching out, he caught the top button of the shirt she was wearing, slowly moving his hand down and letting the fabric slip through his fingers. “Mind?” he asked, his knuckles brushing against the hard bone of her sternum as the tips of his fingers just barely graced the swell of her breast. His eyes dropped to where her soft skin felt so warm against his fingers. “The only thing I mind is that I can hardly make this your required attire whenever you’re here,” he chuckled, and gently pulled her close enough for him to comb the fingers on his free hand through her hair until he was cupping the back of her head.

“Hey, Babe,” he murmured as he leaned down to kiss her. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

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