earthy_charm (earthy_charm) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2008-07-12 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, neville |
Get me out of my mind
Characters: Neville, Jonathan Chandler (NPC)
Summary: Neville's fatigue places him in an embarrassing situation
Feeling fingers brushing gently across his forehead and down his cheek, Neville smiled. He felt a lot more rested than he had in a while. Still smiling, he opened his eyes, a morning greeting for Luna on his lips.
The greeting froze, died, and resurrected itself as an exclamation: "Jonathan!"
"Afternoon, sleepy head," Jonathan Chandler replied, removing his hand from Neville's face. Which was just as well as Neville was quickly scrambling back from it.
"What - ? How - ?"
Jonathan stood up, lessening the weight on the mattress, which must have been considerable as Jonathan Chandler was Neville's size and half as much again. The Herculean Herbologist was currently grinning down at Neville, and as usual Neville was feeling very small and hunted under that gaze.
"You fainted," Jonathan told him, not looking all that sorry about the fact. "I think you must have been out in the sun too long. Good job I was there to catch you."
Neville turned his gaze to the window. "Huh, yeah, lucky..." he muttered, not feeling lucky in the slightest. Although, he supposed that he really he was; Jonathan Chandler was about the only person of his acquaintance who could catch him.
"So I fainted..." Neville hedged, trying to recall what had happened. He knew that he had been exhausted that morning, thanks to another restless night thinking about what had happened with Crouch.
"And I carried you here," Jonathan supplied, flexing his biceps, which were as usual on display, although Neville wasn't sure if the vest had been khaki earlier... yesterday?
"You carried me here," Neville echoed dumbly as he tried not to think that Jonathan had also been wearing jeans over his boxers before.
"Well, you know how long I've wanted to get you into my bed, Neville."
"Right!" Neville half-shouted as he threw back the covers and jumped out of the bed. "Well, thank you for your help. I'll be getting home... just as soon as you tell me where my clothes are."
Neville cringed as Jonathan laughed, wishing that he hadn't accepted the invitation to look at the man's newest samples. He had known that he would be subjected to Jonathan's muscle-bound flirtation, but if he had thought for one moment he would actually end up butt-naked in the middle of Jonathan's bedroom he would have politely refused, no matter how rare the orchid.
"I thought you would be more comfortable without them," Jonathan said, once he had finished laughing. He produced his wand and summoned a pile of clothing which Neville snatched out of the air.
"Thanks," Neville said, hurriedly pulling on his jeans and startling when a strong hand clapped his shoulder.
"Any time," Jonathan rumbled. "You know, you're beautiful when you're sleeping."
"And you know that I'm married," Neville countered, losing some of his temper. "Knock it off." He batted away Jonathan's hand, only to be enveloped in a bear hug. "Oh, come on, Chandler."
Jonathan squeezed him a little, and then, with a kiss on the base of Neville's neck, let go.
"You're fun to mess with, Longbottom," he commented, helping Neville to tug his shirt over his head. "Are you feeling better? You really looked haggard when you passed out."
"It's been a stressful month," Neville admitted. "To be honest, it's worn me out. I feel a lot better for the sleep, thanks."
"As I said, any time. Now, I suppose you better get back to the little blond. Brunettes are way more fun."
Neville couldn't help laughing at that. "That's what Luna tells me, anyway. See you. Oh! Let me know how the orchid comes along."
Jonathan let out a dramatic sigh. "If only I was a flower under your care..."
The image was just too ridiculous and Neville was still laughing as he tumbled out of the fireplace into his living room.