Rosie Prod (onyourknees) wrote in wingardiumrpg, @ 2011-01-18 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | orlando prod, rosie robins |
August 18th, 1975.
It was relatively early on an August night, and Rosie Robins had just finished a long day of paperwork and organization in Minister Pritchard's office. She was one hundred and ten percent ready to get going and enjoy the night - and the upcoming weekend - but her first stop was her flat. However, upon arriving, she sensed that someone else was already in there - not a big deal, as a handful of people had her ward and lock information and spells, but man, she had wanted ten minutes of peace before her brother or sister started into her. "Hello?"
Orlando had made himself nearly at home at Rosie's -- "nearly" as he hadn't quite been able to bring himself to kick off his shoes, although that would probably come sooner or later, but it otherwise seemed unnecessary. He'd opened the bottle of wine he'd brought while waiting, and had even had the foresight to bring glasses. He finished his one glass in her sitting room and said, "Took you long enough."
She had been expecting to hear a voice, but not necessarily his. With a grin, she made her way into her sitting room and took in Orlando, seated, with wine and wine glasses. "Orlando Prod, as I live and breathe."
"Rosie Robins," he greeted, as though he weren't settled in her flat like he belonged there. "Same to you, etcetera. Have a seat."
She sat near him, eying him. "Like my flat?"
"It's comfortable enough," he said, pouring her a glass of wine. "Yours and that's what counts, or something, right?"
"For me?" She took the glass and sipped, sighing contentedly. "It's mine and it's got what I need in it. Including you, now, apparently."
"I should come standard in every flat, although unfortunately I can only be in one place at a time," he replied.
"And today it's here. Is this a belated blessing or trial from God?" she mused. "The wine's a blessing. Still not sure about you," she teased.
"You and everyone else. You rest in good company," he assured her.
Rosie eyed him before swinging herself around and propping her feet up on his lap. "I think I'll keep you."
"Oh good."
"So, to what do I owe the honour?" she pressed.
"I'm bored," he said.
"You come to me when you're bored. Wow. Thanks."
"Also when I'm not bored," he said. "Just bored tonight."
Rosie drank a mouthful of her wine. "So you're bored. Are we looking for something to do, then?"
"Maybe," he said, running a finger idly around the rim of the glass. "I'd be perfectly satisfied to just sit and be bored with someone."
A little odd, but not the first time. "Most people date for that reason," she joked. "It's someone to get bored with."
"Yeah, but most people aren't nearly as fun as you," he said fondly.
She reached over and ruffled his hair. "Thanks, Orlando," she replied before kissing his cheek fondly. "Missed you too."
"Well, always that," he said. "Goes without saying, really."
"Oh, well, thanks for not saying." She made a face.
"You said it!" he said. "Not I."
"Oh, enough of your goddamned logic, come here and give me a real kiss or something."
"Or something? That's promising," he said, and leaned over to give her that real kiss on the mouth that she was looking for.
"You break into a girl's flat and it takes you that long to kiss her. You're losing your touch," she told him after they'd moved apart.
"You know my attention span isn't what it once was," he told her with an affectionate smirk.
"Is it because you're getting old?" she teased him.
"You know, I think it may be," he said.
"Anti-aging potions? I've heard they work wonders."
"Oh, heard, of course."
"Cow!" She swatted at his arm. "Are you calling me old?"
Orlando laughed out loud. "No older than I am," he said. "So never fear."
"So what are we going to do to stay young and not boring?" she asked him, taking another drink of wine. "I'm game for anything."
"I was hoping you'd have ideas," he said. "I brought the wine."
"Well, you figure out what you want to accomplish, and I'll tell you how," she suggested, tapping her chin. "Just a night out? Sex in public? Drinking contest? Threesome?" Whether she was serious or joking, she wasn't letting on yet.
"Sex in public with you or someone else?" he asked honestly.
Rosie shrugged. "Your choice, Casanova."
"Well drinking contests with you always end with me having a massive hangover and you having a smirk on your face," he said, although he was clearly teasing her. "How do you feel about dinner?"
Both her eyebrows shot up. "I offered you sex with strangers or me or both and you want dinner?" Well. "Who am I to say no, are you taking me on a date?"
"Well we could get naked, but we'll have to eat eventually. I figure we'd get there anyway."
"If you're paying, I want a fancy restaurant," she teased him. "I don't get to go on too many dates."
"Only the best," he agreed.
"You're the best," Rosie told him. "Do I need to dress up? I should at least take a shower."
"Depends on where you want to go," he said. He was in his business wear himself, but from what he understood, it was a bit easier for men to go from 'day to night', as his sister said. "I will never say no to seeing you in a dress."
"Do we have time for me to shower and pull out a dress? I'll even wear heels."
"We have time," he confirmed. "Or, I do."
She started unfastening her blouse. "Or you just want to see me naked." She stood up and began reaching under her skirt to pull off her nylons.
"Or that," he agreed.
She tossed her stockings on his lap. "Care for a shower, before you take me on our proper date?" She tapped her chin. "Careful, you know, people will think we're dating."
"And so?" he said expectantly. "Let them think what they like."
"Then get your trousers off, otherwise you can't pick my dress after."
He laughed, stood, and began undoing his belt. "Hold it sailor. Buy a girl a drink first."
"Are you calling yourself a girl? Because I'm fairly sure you already bought me a drink." She gestured to the bottle of wine and her empty glass.
"Oh relax yourself," he said.
"I can't make a joke?"
"Apparently not," he teased her.
Rosie grinned at that and stuck out her tongue. "Bollocks to that. I'm showering." With a fluid movement, she left her skirt on the ground where it puddled around her feet and stepped out of it, heading to the bathroom.
"Well, you've got me half naked, so budge up," he called after.
"There's room," she yelled back. "If you hurry before I use all the hot water!"
He disrobed completely, and followed her in. "Ready or not, here I come," he teased.
Rosie laughed, at that, and turned to kiss him properly. "You didn't say it was hide and seek."
"Well it's a good thing it's not. Because you're not a very good hider."
"I can hide better. You're just like a magnet to naked women."
"Is that what it is? Damn."
"Yeah, it's why I can't keep my clothes on around you," she cracked. "Pure magnetism."
"Thought that might have something to do with it."
"Yeah. Nothing to do with liking you," she deadpanned.
He leaned in and kissed her neck. "Shut up, you."
"Yeah right," she informed him, but she tilted her head to the side and didn't make any further jokes, instead too busy with him and the shower.