Adrian Pucey (adepucey) wrote in the_quaffle, @ 2013-11-19 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: adrian pucey, char: emma dobbs |
Who | Emma and Ade
When | Shortly after this
Where | Emma's Home
What | Snuggling. Manly snuggling.
Rating | Low.
Status | Complete.
His terrible decision was turning into something that had a life of his own. He knew he should never have put Emma in the position that he had, but he couldn't seem to get her out of his head. Their night (and following morning) together had created something in him that he couldn't quite make out. The entire time he'd been with Marcus and Clint, all he could think about was getting back to this bloody house. He was more familiar with this place than he had any right to be. He'd stopped in the other day and had spent the afternoon with Emma's cook, Mrs. Fields. Emma had sat at the table working and it had just been an easy atmosphere. It had been strangely soothing.
Standing outside her house now, Adrian knew well enough not to use the front entrance. He was pretty sure Emma's butler didn't like him, which was highly insulting as he was a very likable bloke. Skirting around the back, he found Mrs. Fields coming out the backdoor on her way home for the night. "Oh, Adrian, dear, what are you doing out so late?" she asked, eyeing him. Adrian didn't know whether or not she had children of her own, but she gave off that Motherly feeling and whatever it was she saw, she seemed to understand as the next minute she was ushering him into the house. When he went to thank you, she waved him off. "None of that," she shushed him, handing him a giant plate of what looked like chocolate chip cookies and two glasses of milk, which all in all was pretty damn hard to balance.
"Now, she's two floors up, third door on the left," she smiled, pushing him toward the back stairs. With nothing else to do but let her guide him, he found himself standing on the bottom stair, arms full of baked goods, and a very cheery older woman waving at him as she left the back door and telling him to be a good dear. Shaking his head, he glanced up the stairs, hesitating for a moment. He hadn't even called ahead. Sighing and not wanting her butler to find him lurking in the stairwell, he headed upward until he found the appropriate door. He was relieved to see the door partially open. He had no idea how he was suppose to have opened a door with his hands full. He couldn't even reach for his wand.
Using the side of his foot to tap the door, he waited a moment to hear her voice before he stepped past the door. "Uh ... hi," he greeted, feeling somewhat awkward. He really had no idea what he was doing, but the cookies and milk were quite obvious as to who had sent him on his way up there. "Sorry, I probably should have sent you an owl or something first."