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empty journal (fameandglory) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-03 20:46:00

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delaney twilfitt, marcus flint

Who: Delaney Twilfitt and Marcus Flint
When: Sunday Eve
Where: Snowshill Manor, Marcus' country manor
What: Dinner and... well, we'll see.
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Open to Delaney

He grabbed his wand and shot a small spell at his stir fry to make the heat go up a notch. Then, he went about chopping up more vegetables picked fresh from the kitchen garden by Migs that afternoon and all the while his mind was not on Delaney but rather on a certain redhead who had visited last weekend.

He really wanted to Owl Susan, or even just stop in the apothecary with the excuse of buying something to see her. However, the practices were more frequent now with a game coming up this next weekend and then there was the Delaney thing. He was dread this conversation completely. Not that he didn't enjoy her company before but.. before there was less talking and more shagging.

He sighed and flicked his wand to make the cut of peppers fly into the stir fry. Just then Migs pushed a door open and said, "Master, she has arrived," and without a word about it the house elf took over cooking the rest of the meal so Marcus could go meet Delaney.

[Whether she came by floo or apparated is up to you, the points of entry allowed for her would be in the same drawing room.]

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 04:27 am UTC (link)

"Well, that's a load off my mind," she laughed. "Consuela is... much more suitable."

She smiled. "You could do one of those photo shoots after he's born, of you all shirtless, with him in your arms... his tiny foot next to your big strong hand... women eat that bollocks up. Something about seeing you as virile and strong, but delicate enough to hold a tiny infant...?" She smirked. "Plus even without Jovian I'm sure the readers of Witch Weekly will devour any pictures of you without a shirt on."

At his words, she was ashamed to say she got a little teary, and she too leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth. "Thank you," she breathed. "That means a lot."

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 04:35 am UTC (link)

The ideas were rather good, he'd have to mention it to whoever was in charge of such things at the publication offices. Merlin, that'd be a load of amazing publication... and it'd be the one thing that would have his father actually pleased with the news.

He was about to say something about it when he caught him by surprise with the kiss. Marcus sighed against her mouth and instinct had him lifting his hand up to cup her cheek. He wanted desperately to kiss her back, almost did even and the struggle was obvious too.. but he swallowed back the desire and instead lifted his head a bit to kiss her forehead instead.

He was not going to ruin this, he was determined to do right for once.

"Now, if you're done with chinese, I've.. er.. well," he was leaning back again. "Migs made cherry cobbler. Would you like some?"

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 04:47 am UTC (link)

Kissing him had felt nice, and the obvious want in his and his demeanor went a long way towards satisfying her.

"I know you want me," she said quietly. "And I'm grateful for that. It's enough that you've proved to me that I'm still attractive. I won't fuck things up for you with your witch, I promise."

His kiss to her forehead had been almost tender, and she had a strange urge to cry, but she pushed that feeling down, kissing his cheek in a display of intended friendship and solidarity. They were going to be okay.

"I can't believe you're even asking," she scoffed, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Bring on the dessert, slave! And I'm not talking about Migs."

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 05:05 am UTC (link)

He felt his stomach knot up again. He was that obvious? Marcus said nothing at first, and in fact looked away completely as her words settled into his bones.

"Yeah.. well.. I am a hot blooded male," he said finally, with a boyish grin. "And you are a hot bird. I suspect even when you look like your stomach is going to explode I'll think that, Delaney."

Which worried him, because he didn't know how strong he could be if she kept asking for it or hinting at it. The thought was pushed aside though as she demanded the dessert. Marcus clicked his tongue against his teeth and rolled his eyes.

"Slave... we have house elves for that sort of thing, honestly. MIGS, c'mon then!"

And right on cue the muttering elf appeared with two plates of cobbler. Hers a bigger piece than his, and with whipped cream on the top too. The evening seemed to have gone better than expected and Marcus was rather thrilled that she was being so lovely about going to the press.

The rest of evening would be cake, now that the hard part was over.

[Annnd fade here. :) ]

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