George Weasley (swk_george) wrote in secrets_we_keep, @ 2014-04-01 09:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2005, complete, george weasley, pansy parkinson |
RP: A public breakfast?
Who: George and Pansy
Where: Pansy's secret flat
When: 1 April, 2005
Rating: PG13
Status: Complete
George slowly came back to the world and away from a dream that involved a card table and a number of ducks who were terrible at playing cards. Drawing in a deep breath, he stretched and turned his head slightly. The calendar had flipped itself over to the first of the month and there was this churning sensation on his stomach. It was brief. But it was there. Though he noticed that it had gotten a little better to bear this year than the year before, which had been better than the year before.
He gave the calendar a little salute, touching his fingertips to his eyebrow. Happy Birthday, Freddie, he thought to himself. Going to miss you for this one, just like the last one.
Pushing himself onto his elbows, he looked over to his side. Reaching out with one hand, he traced a fingertip over the bare shoulder of the woman sleeping to him, taking a few moments to watch the gentle rise and fall as she breathed. George leaned over and pressed his lips against her shoulder blade, nuzzling the slope of her neck until he felt her start to shift. A smile appeared on his face and he slipped his hand under the blanket, curling his fingers over her bare abdomen.
"I'm feeling like birthday pancakes," he said quietly. "I know a place just down the street where we could go for birthday pancakes. Care to join me before you have to scurry off to your morning meeting?"
He had a feeling he already knew the answer, but asked anyway.