6 Mischiefs Managed - [Accidental video] (backdated to Monday)

[onlyholey]

[George is seated at the kitchen table, making some notes on a piece of paper. A cup of tea can be seen next to his paper. He takes occasional sips as he works, scratching his nose with the tip of his quill. Beyond his left shoulder, the kettle is thrumming away happily on the stovetop, clearly about to start boiling any minute. George pauses over his work for a moment. Then several moments. It's been quite a while and it's clear George is not moving. Behind him, the kettle starts whistling, but still he stays still, his quill poised over the paper.

After a moment, the feed cuts.]

[ooc: Yep! George got hit with the frozen carousel curse. He'll be stuck in the Weasley cabin kitchen for 24 hours. Shenanigans and face drawing is encouraged and expected. Voice/video comment will be responded to from the next day.]

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[onlyholey]

[He hums in a non-committal fashion, before he makes his way down again. Once her neck's been thoroughly explored, he makes his way to the centre of her chest, tugging down the top of her t-shirt to place a few experimental kisses between her breasts.]

[boutant]

[ A bit of clarity returning to her head after he's away from her neck, Ariadne goes to level the playing field, pulling at his shirt until she can get a hand underneath it. She doesn't mind that he's probably stretching the collar of her shirt at the moment, busy attempting to feel his back and sides. ]

[onlyholey]

[He can feel his shirt getting tugged out of the back of his trousers. The set of hands that get on him directly after are much more noticeable. He enjoys the sensation for a moment, before he pauses, propping his chin up on Ariadne's chest and fixing his brown eyes with hers.]

As charming as snogging on a desk in a spare storeroom is, love You don't happen to know anywhere we could go a for little more privacy?

[Somewhere where half is family, surrogate or otherwise, is not currently across the hallway.]

[boutant]

[ Oh. Storeroom. Right, that's... where they are, isn't it.

There's a frown as she thinks... and thinks... and thinks...... ]

... Not really, no.

[ Stephen's place is definitely out, and she isn't bringing him to the burnt up apartment -- she has standards (even if storerooms are apparently just fine). ]

[onlyholey]

Perhaps we ought to take a rain-cheque for the second part of this, love.

[He's shagged people in some odd places before, but he prefers to do it properly if he can. Besides, this is all happening so quickly. He doesn't make any sort of move to pull away, though, just slips his hands up and up the back of her shirt.]

[boutant]

Mmm. Yeah, maybe.

[ His hands feel good, though, and she isn't going to push him away if he wants to keep doing that. Her own hands continue around his back, up his spine to his shoulder blades before they go back down, slipping along his sides to his hips. ]

[onlyholey]

[He smiles down at her and goes back for another kiss, slowly and lazily this time. Now that he knows they aren't going any further he's going to let himself take his time with this.]

[boutant]

[ If it weren't for the fact that Fred had made it rather obvious what he thought the two of them would be doing anyway, Ariadne might have wanted to break this off and get back to what they'd been doing. Instead, she doesn't see the harm in indulging or in finding him warm and comfortable. ]