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gretchen watkins is the spice of life (swashbuckley) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-19 02:34:00

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!2003: 10, !complete, gretchen watkins, titus scabior, verity weller

WHO: Gretchen Watkins, Verity Weasley & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: Gretch and Verity bump into each other in the morning
WHERE: ~~Gretch and~~ Trevor's house
WHEN: the morning after this
WARNING/RATING/STATUS: Post sexing imagery and bacon contained within, no kids or jews allowed/PG13?/Ongoing

The smell of bacon wasn't one that woke Gretchen often. Trevor wasn't inclined to cook and the people they brought home weren't invited to stay long enough to make a fry up. Food was left to Gretchen, or the multitude of often used takeaway menus that were littered about their kitchen. The delicious bacon-y scent roused Gretch from a deep sleep and she let out a little noise, smiling slightly at the feel of Trevor's arms around her. She moved closer to him, making herself comfortable against his lanky form, taking stock of herself for a moment. She was sore and achy, but a good sore, the kind that came after a night very well spent.

Not that she'd thought it was Trevor down in the kitchen, cooking, but the fact that he was here confused her. "Trev," she croaked, her throat raspy from overuse the previous night. He grunted and tightened his hold on her but made no other indication that he'd heard her, still dead asleep.

If it wasn't Trevor down in the kitchen, who the hell was it? Reluctantly slipping out of Trev's arms and rolling her eyes as he twisted over and cocooned himself further under the blankets, she searched briefly for clothes before snagging a shirt of his from where it had been tossed over the footboard at some point last night. Buttoning it up, she managed to locate her underwear (dangling on the edge of the mirror above the dresser) and two different coloured socks.

It wasn't until she was halfway down the stairs that she remembered that Trevor's nosy cousin had spent the night and she relaxed, slipping silently into the kitchen and watching Verity for a few moments before the other woman noticed she was there.

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	thelivewire 2010-10-20 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	Verity thought for a moment, picking at her eggs, sadly. "You really just... have a flat where I could stay?" She looked back and forth between Trevor and Gretchen, wonderingly. "I'd need clothes..." she trailed off, glancing at Trevor's friend, beseechingly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	swashbuckley 2010-10-20 10:54 pm UTC (link)
	Arching an eyebrow, Gretchen looked across the table at Verity. "I'm sure there are shops open," she started, then stopped herself. "Although..." she grinned wickedly and nudged Trevor broadly, kicking her legs up into his lap. "Actually, I think I won't be needing those clothes. Feel free to take 'em." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thelivewire 2010-10-21 01:11 am UTC (link)
	Pulling a face, Verity shook her head, watching her cousin match his partner's grin and absently stroke his fingers up her leg. She couldn't decide if she was disgusted by the thought of her cousin having sex or heartened by the way he was looking at Gretchen. After a moment, she let out a sigh. "You two are adorable." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	opportunist 2010-10-21 01:42 am UTC (link)
	"What," Trevor jerked his head, looking away from Gretchen to stare at Verity as if she'd said the most insane thing in the world. Which, of course, she had. "Bollocks," he muttered, and turned back to the last few bites of egg he had on his plate. He considered shoving Gretchen's feet off his lap, just to prove a point, but left there where they were. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	swashbuckley 2010-10-21 01:53 am UTC (link)
	Leaning back in her chair, Gretchen grinned widely at Trevor. "Hey now," she protested, running a hand through her mussed hair. "I'm fucking adorable, your cousin is just speaking the truth." Grabbing her mug of coffee, she blew him a kiss before taking a sip. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

opportunist
2010-10-21 02:24 am UTC (link)

"Whatever," Trevor rolled his eyes at Gretch's assertion, but smirked anyway. He took a last bite of breakfast and shoved the plate away, watching Verity for a moment before digging into his pocket for his wand. "The flat's in London," he explained, waving the wand lazily. "Islington." From the living room something small and shiny flew toward Trevor's open hand, glinting as the light hit it on it's way past. He caught it easily and flipped it toward his cousin promptly. "That'll get you past the wards. Take your time." He shrugged and added, "Or not." It was her problem, not his.

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