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]

[There's a desk against the wall under the window, so it's only too easy to walk them back until they bumps into it. Lips still locked with her, George gets both hands under her and hoists, dropping her on the desk. The angle is must better this way.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne almost doesn't realize what's happening until she bumps into the desk, but she's immediately in favor of it as soon as he picks her up again. She's small, yes, but there's still something about the fact that he's capable of picking her up that gets to her. Besides, it's much easier to wrap around him now. ]

[onlyholey]

[Even though he doesn't play Quidditch as regularly as he once did, he still practices enough to keep his Beater's muscles in good shape. Throwing a bludger off-course mid-dive is a lot more work than hauling around someone Ariadne's size. This is what he's been missing... the feeling of someone else wrapped around him, the second heartbeat in his ear. Nothing like it in the world. He's feeling warm and happy and the blood is flowing the the right areas... but the small, nagging, responsible part at the back of his mind makes him pull back.]

Before we go any further here, love, I may have to read you the disclaimers.

[He can be a bit of a twat sometimes, and he's aware of it. But he's certainly not going to give any girl he fancies the wrong idea.]

[boutant]

[ She'll have to watch one day. She'll be a good audience, and properly appreciative of the skill involved. It's one of those impossible things that can draw her in without even trying.

When he pulls back, Ariadne uses it as chance to catch her breath. She's still wrapped around him, though not as tightly; if he wanted to pull away, he could. It's fairly likely that she hasn't even noticed where her limbs are. ]

Go on.

[onlyholey]

[No pulling away yet. Not when there is a gorgeous girl still wrapped around him and willing to actually listen to him spew off about his problems. He re-adjusts so that he's leaning on the table on either side of her.]

I am not really looking for anything more than this, at the moment.

[He slides one hand up her back as he speaks, hoping she gets the point. He could start going on about having just come out of a war, about having lost people. About not being ready to put his heart of the line again. But all that will accomplish is succeed in completely killing the mood, and he's really rather goes through with this all the same. Up to her of course.]

I'm not interested in lying to you or tricking you, I hope you to know that.

[boutant]

[ Harry has his version of a saving people thing, and Ariadne has hers. Hers doesn't involve nearly as many daring acts of heroism, but she has one all the same. It typically doesn't involve this amount of saliva, but she'll always listen. ]

I'm not surprised.

[ She knows avoidance when she sees it, knows how to use humor to move on past 'dangerous' topics of conversation. Everyone has a secret, some sort of ghost -- she just doesn't know that George's burst into the room on them earlier.

She cards her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, trying to figure out what it is she wants. Physically, she knows very much what she wants, but there are always other things to consider. It's never that easy, and she likes plans, designs, and details. Spontaneity is nice, but this is risky in more ways than George knows -- at least, it is if Arthur and Eames are right.

Then again, she's not convinced they are. ]

... Let's just... see what happens.

[onlyholey]

[Spontaneity has always been something George Weasley can get behind. Small business ownership aside, he enjoys living in the moment is he can. And this is certainly a moment worth living in. He smiles at her, and one hand comes up to card through her hair before resting on her cheek.]

You are absolutely bloody gorgeous, you know what don't you?

[boutant]

[ She smiles back, ducking her head slightly at the compliment. ]

I guess I've never really paid much attention.

[onlyholey]

You should start.

[brb, going back to where they left off before that brief interruption. He leans into her further, kissing slowly. They have all the time in the world. Well, at least until Fred decides he needs something out of the storeroom...]

[boutant]

[ There's no rush for her, either; she has nowhere to be, and if she's going to be stuck here, she might as well enjoy what she can. Her hand is still in his hair, running through it while her other settles on his back. ]

[onlyholey]

[There's a pile of boxes right behind her on the desk, so he can only lean in so far before they hit that. He brings his hands up under her legs again, just holding them, not moving her, content to stay like this for a while longer. He moves from her mouth, finding all the little dips in her neck and jawline.]

[boutant]

[ As soon as his lips hit her neck, Ariadne shivers, her entire body getting in on the action. He'll have to move her scarf if he wants to go much lower, but her neck is obviously sensitive. ]

[onlyholey]

[George notices the change in her body at that moment. He looks up, a wide grin on his face.]

Oh, is that why you keep that bit so covered up? I bet a stiff breeze could set you off.

[He goes for the knot her her scarf, tossing it aside and heading right back in where he let off.]

[boutant]

It could not--

[ And then she has to bite back a groan because he's on her neck again. Her hand tightens in his hair as she tilts her head, giving him more room to continue. ]

[onlyholey]

You were saying, love?

[The smugness. He has it all.]

[boutant]

Breeze doesn't have lips.

[ Which is not going to help the smugness factor at all, but she has her pride, and being turned on by wind is not something she is willing to have hanging over her head. ]

[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. ]