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orsino thruston is not amused (oneandtwoand) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-01-04 17:54:00

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!1998: 01, !complete, orsino thruston, penelope clearwater

Who: Penelope Clearwater & Orsino Thruston
When: Monday evening
Where: Oliver & Penny's flat
What: In Jenn's words - "The adventures of an orange crate. Special appearances by Spam, Ogdens and possibly the Cuddle Fairy".
Rating: PG-13 for "~~FRUSTRATED~~ SEXY DRUNKEN ANARCHY"

It had been a slow Monday. When one didn't have a normal job of the nine-to-five variety, Mondays were not a dreaded return to the rat-race. For Orsino, it usually meant eating leftovers from last night's dinner for breakfast, maybe working on some music, and, for the past week, taking Seven for an hour long walk. Actually having something scheduled for that evening was a strange feeling. If he did anything with any of the other Weird Sisters, it was usually a spontaneous occurence. Such as the night they'd spent drinking at Gid and Merton's (and Heath's, now) last week. Considering the circumstances, Orsino hadn't lasted long, dozing off in mid-conversation after much less alcohol than he usually managed.

He didn't anticipate this night ending similarly. For one thing, he doubted alcohol would be involved - he'd accidentally left most of his own at the house in Ireland, with the exception of the scotch that had been glued to his hand all night. And he rather hoped none there wouldn't been too much dwelling on the latests goings on in the Ministry, though he supposed it might inveitably come up briefly. Still. This was certainly a strange situation. As far as Orsino understood, he was going to the flat Penny shared with Oliver, with an orange crate, so that they could hug. Who in their right mind made plans like that? He wasn't even sure why he'd sent that owl the other day, and wondered if perhaps he'd still been drunk.

In any case, Orsino liked Penny well enough, and had enjoyed their interactions over the past few weeks. He'd warmed to her much more quickly than he usually did, probably because they already shared friends. She was a bit odd, sure, but when he compared that with some of the other people he knew...well, she wasn't so bad. So, after feeding Seven and letting her out for a while, he snatched up the crate from where it was resting near the coffee table and stood in the hearth, preparing to floo over to Oliver's. It had been a while since Orsino had used the Floo network, and when he gave the location and threw the powder to the floor, he was mildly taken aback by the sensation.

He arrived almost as soon as his own flat had disappeared and only just managed to keep himself from stumbling out of the fireplace, into Penny and Oliver's living room. It was...well, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he supposed it fit. Orsino dropped the orange crate onto the floor next to his feet.

"Hello?"

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_penny
2010-01-07 12:22 am UTC (link)

Huh. He was kissing her ; or rather they were kissing because, whilst half her body felt utterly boneless, she still had control over her lips and was engaging in using them in a very pleasing slide of her lips against his.

She hummed softly against his lips before running her tongue against the seam to deepen the kiss as his hand travelled to sit at the curve above the waistband of her jeans.

Kissing Orsino was like drinking really good whisky ; it was slow, gentle, pleasant and whilst there was a tinge of alchol, there was a hint of something much more intruiging. Just like a very good bottle of whisky.

The floor was doing a very good job of holding her up and she was confident in its ability to continue to do so, that she took her free hand to tangle gently in the hair at the back of his neck.

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oneandtwoand
2010-01-07 03:30 am UTC (link)

In the back of his mind, Orsino had been half convinced that this would put a quick end to the night - Penny would be shaken enough out of her drunkenness to push him off, get angry or at least offended, and ask him to leave. So the fact that she not only appeared to be entirely accepting of his sudden advance, but was in fact pursuing it, was surprising. It wasn't as though many women didn't enjoy it (though he'd hardly just say something like that, he was a famous musician, and it had proven true in the past). Still, he wondered if, had this situation not been brought on by the preceding events, it would be going quite as it was.

Who was Orsino to question it? As Penny was the Ravenclaw, he'd let her handle the thinking. And right now, at least, it appeared their minds were at least somewhat in tune. Maybe he ought to stop.

But then her hand at the back of his neck was cooler than he expected, and tickled slightly. Though he'd not really been thinking much about what his own hands were up to right now, he became momentarily aware that one had made its way up her side, while the other was still holding onto her arm, as it had been earlier. Orsino disengaged his mouth briefly, lifting his upper body over her before kissing her again more fiercely, moving gradually from her mouth to her throat.

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_penny
2010-01-07 03:49 am UTC (link)

Penny had been perfectly content to keep on kissing Orsino for the next millenii, especially when he shifted slightly so that there was more of him for her to explore with her hands in gentle rubs and curious fingertips that skated over his clothes and exposed skin.

The ability to think rationally and clearly had dissapeared when his mouth began its own exploration ; she'd have been hard pressed to chose between the fiercer more passionate kiss and the hot open mouthed kisses that seared into the skin on her throat and sent goosepimples along her arms.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was the thought that this was how all hugging should be ; this state of not thinking and just feeling. It was strange but she'd never kissed someone with stubble and whilst different, she didn't mind the slight scratch of it against her skin.

She was about to make a remark along that lines, when as she opened her mouth, she let out a yawn. Her brain came slinking back at the yawn, the knowledge that she was bone tired and it would probably be impolite to fall asleep under Orsino.

It was decidedly unfair, she thought, that just as she'd had the courage to slide her finger underneath his t shirt to find the warm skin of his lower back, she'd been presented with the ultimate dilema: to sleep or to kiss?

"Sleep," she managed to push the word through her suddenly dry lips "I need to sleep and you should stop that. Sometime. Next week. Yes. Then."

And then to emphasise her words she leaned forward and caught Orsinos lips in a bruising, searing kiss - the type that left her dizzy and would hopefully do the same to him.

Because she meant it. She did need to sleep. Sometime.

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oneandtwoand
2010-01-07 04:14 am UTC (link)

Orsino began to frown when Penny stopped and started to mumble something about sleeping, especially since he became aware that he hand was slowly creeping up the back of his shirt. Given the fact that he'd been growing increasingly warmer these past few minutes, he was about ready to be entirely rid of the thing. Sleeping was about the last thing he wanted to do right now - he was fairly sure he could name a plethora of other options, though.

In any case, Orsino was about to try and formulate a verbal response when Penny had thrust her head up and planted on his lips what he was sure was meant to prove that she really did mean that was it for the night. Didn't mean that he wouldn't take it for all it was worth.

He finally relinquished her arm and moved his now free hand to the back of her neck (the other one was...somewhere around her ribs, maybe?), though really the motion was also to make Penny wouldn't be breaking away until he was good and ready to let her. When their lips had made contact on this one, Orsino wondered if she'd intended it to be so rough. It had a pleasant sort of urgency behind it. He didn't manage to keep himself from eventually smiling into it, at which point he thought it maybe it would be best to let go.

Moving back slightly, but not enough that he wasn't still basically pinning Penny down, Orsino sighed and blinked. His breathing had become ragged, something he didn't realize until now. As he came more to himself, he found that one of his legs had managed to entwine itself somehow against one of her, and he could feel her chest rising with her breaths.

"Sleep?" he said, face flushed, hair in a disarray. The tshirt he was wearing was twisted and pushed halfway up his back. He pulled himself up with some difficulty - his body felt heavy and useless suddenly - and rolled back into a clumsy seated position. Tugging at his shirt and running a hand through his hair, he shook his head as though to clear his mind. "Sleep. Yeah...er."

Using the floo network didn't seem wise right now, seeing as he wasn't even sure if standing was an option. It wasn't a very pleasant sensations being pulled back to reality so abruptly, and, to his knowledge, this was the first time things had ended with so little...event.

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_penny
2010-01-07 04:40 am UTC (link)

It had been a long time since Penny had been acutely aware of the sensation of a male hand pressing through her clothes, and the speeding of her own pulse in response to the unfamiliar weight and size of it.

Somehow she'd found herself pinned beneath him - not that she was complaining about being caught between the cushions from the couch and Orsinos weight atop of her - and kissing him in slow glide and slide until he broke it to echo her request for sleep. She didn't want to sleep ; her body was crying out for it, but if there had been a bottle of pepper up in the bathroom, she'd have drunk it like water in order to return to what they'd both been doing.

Never had Penny been more ready to hex herself brainless as she was when she saw took a deep breath to steady herself and opened her eyes to find Orsino above her, his hair rumbled from her hands and his t shirt crumpled in seven different ways.

"I -ah," she took a long hard look at him before scrubbing her hands over her flushed face "You could - should - take the couch. Splinching 'n all."

Finding the words were difficult, and she felt as though she'd travelled through time to her seventeen year old self ; except now there was a lot more want involved.

She had to move from the floor, but her legs were still rebelling against the fact that her brain and mouth had stepped on to put the brakes on without being consulted, and were refusing to co-operate.

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oneandtwoand
2010-01-07 04:50 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Orsino uttered again, trying his luck as standing. It took a while, as well as winding up on all fours for longer than he would have liked, but he manged. He felt like it had been an age since he'd stood up, even though it had probably been no more than fifteen or twenty minutes. His limbs felt jittery rather than numb, now, and the change in altitude made him even dizzier than he knew he already should have been. Instead of trying to walk to the couch, he just stood there taking in the scenery.

Which included more cushions on the floor than on the sofa, a mostly empty bottle that was still miraculously unspilled even after the commotion on the floor, and a very disoriented-looking Penny. Orsino may have found the sight a source of mild amusement, but right now he knew he didn't look much better.

And, well, there was the matter that every moment what had just happened was becoming more apparent, and the euphoria of a few minutes ago was turning into a blend of disappointment, embarrassment, and bruised ego. The tiredness that had been there before was swiftly coming back with a vengeance. No matter that he knew continuing wouldn't have been he best idea - it would have felt a hell of a lot better.

Generally a fan of silence, he found that it was bothering him now. Even annoying him. "Ah...I'd offer you a hand but I don't think it would work out very well."

He walked to the sofa, stumbling over a stray cushion before righting himself and taking a seat. "Sorry."

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_penny
2010-01-07 05:03 am UTC (link)

Distance was good. Distance was safe.

The further Orsino was the more clearly she could think, and now that there was more than several millimetres, she was beggining to think clearly and wonder what the hell had just happened. She wasn't the type to act without thinking and most certainly not the kind of person who rolled around the floor with a friend (could she still call him a friend after she'd had her tongue down his throat?) and enjoy what was - in all honesty - a bloody brilliant, mind numbing makeout session.

And what in the name of all that was holy was wrong with her for breaking it off?

She managed to stifle a yawn just in time before looking up with a bewildered look on her face. The not offering her a hand was a sensible idea, after all the couch was much comfier than the floor but the apology?

"Sorry?" she echoed slowly, unsure if he was apologising for kissing her - and she really hoped he wasn't - or for tripping over the cushion, or well, a myriad of things. She scooted further across the room, managing to sink into the armchair and offering a wobbly smile.

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oneandtwoand
2010-01-07 05:11 am UTC (link)

He narrowed his eyes, partially because he didn't think it had been a vague statement, but also because the lights in here were so damned bright. They'd probably been like that all night, but now they were just giving him a headache.

"Forrrr," Orsino began, the word drawn out in a slur. He was tired, yes, but groping for an explanation as well. "Well. Not for that. Dunno. I guess not."

Well what did he have to be sorry about? Penny hadn't exactly been keen on stopping him. At least not at first. And she'd reciprocated, quite strongly, at that. His mouth still felt a bit funny. He thought the sleep thing that been an excuse, but maybe she really was just tired. So was he. Probably why he was beginning to feel surly.

"You were...you're...it was good." What a great evaluation.

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_penny
2010-01-07 05:24 am UTC (link)

She let out a breath she hadn't known she was holidng as he told her that he wasn't sorry for kissing her - if he had have been, she would have been sorely tempted to demand a proper and further explanation that that. And her brain frankly could barely manage her own name let alone anything more complex that required thinking.

Leaning forward, she scooped the whisky bottle off the floor and set it on the sideboard, pushing it back so it no longer clung to the edge. At his next words, she arched an eyebrow even as she blushed some more. What exactly did you say to that? She'd never been given a report afer a kiss before. And whilst it was nice to know that she hadn't developed a talent for kissing similar to the way a horse eats an apple, she still wasn't sure what to say in return. Would there be marks out of ten? A graded score that took into account the mean and median?

"I..ah you too. Good. I mean." Before the conversation could turn any more bizzare - something Penny didn't want to stick around to witness - she used the armrests of the chair to push herself up into a standing position and with as much dignity as she could muster made her way toward the doory. "I should get some pillows and stuff."

The linen closet was wonderfully cool - and she still loved the fact that she was grown up to live in a place with its very own linen cupboard - and she scooped up duvet, sheets and pillow cases and shams for the settee.

"Theres plenty here," she announced as she walked back into the lounge "I didn't know what you wanted so I brought well, a lot."

Sometime between the linen cupboard and the living room door, she had managed to formulate a plan: the most important thing was to get Orsino asleep on the couch, and to fall into her own bed and definatly Not Think about Anything. At All.

And between those two things, she had to slip a note under Olivers door asking him not to hex the unknown man sleeping on his sofa.

Simple. She could do simple and she could do plans. "Well, ah, you know where the kitchen is and the bathrooms third door on the left." She began to absenmindedly rub her elbow as she talked, unaware that she was fidgeting "Is there anything else?"

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oneandtwoand
2010-01-08 06:32 am UTC (link)

Riffling through the piles of various bed-things he'd just been handed, Orsino looked up at Penny's question. There were quite a few things on his mind right now, none of which he particularly wished to try sorting through. Giddiness entirely gone now, his brain was just sluggish and frazzled. The headache was settling in for the night, he was positive. He almost asked if she had anything for it, but decided against - the longer Penny was out here, talking to him and distracting him, the more irritable he was feeling.

It wasn't her fault, of course. They were both more exhausted than they realized, and riled, and now obviously trying to avoid talking about earlier. For now. A bright orange square caught his eye, and there was the orange crate, mocking him again. He kicked off his shoes in its direction, each landing against it with a satisfying thud.

He shook his head, shaking out one of the duvets and squashing a pillow into the arm of the sofa. "Don't think so." His eyes darting over to her and he gave a strange, half-hearted wave. "Off to bed, then. I'll let myself out in the morning."

He hoped. Assuming his head wasn't still splitting by then.

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