onlyholey | Send George an Owl

not at th emument

Feel like keeping me company? It's been another one of those long weekends.

illbe rigt over

You need to work on your texting, btw.

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It's not my fault the buttons are so bloody tiny.

[ And opening the door, automatically blocking Pancake from getting out with a bare foot. ]

It comes with practice.

I don't really understand the point in learning when I can just show up.

[He slinks his arms around her waist as he leans down to kiss her.]

[ One hand slides up to cup his face as she kisses back, fingers toying with the ends of his hair. She doesn't want to talk about what Percy revealed about Fred, and she's fairly certain George wouldn't want to talk about it, either. She wants to make sure he knows she's there, though, even if it's in a rather roundabout way. ]

What if I'm at work?

Then it would probably be unprofessional to ask me to turn up, wouldn't it?

[George is blissfully clueless that she's been let in on that particular family secret. And she is right about not wanting to talk about it, if he did know. For now he just reckons she was lonely and he's more than happy to give her a little company.]

Probably.

[ Her hand slips into his hair a little more, fingertips rubbing his scalp. ]

But if I'm at my desk that day and I have nothing else to do, who else am I going to harass via text message?

You can harass me all you like, love.

[He swoops down to kiss her again, her arms tightening around her waist.]

[ She's definitely planning on it now, but why waste what she has right in front of her? Her other arm goes to wrap around him as she presses closer. He's solid, warm, and she knows his blood flows. It's not fair, that Fred was taken and he was left behind, and the stashed firewhiskey makes a hideous sort of sense now. His words about sticking around the City make sense, too -- if Fred is here, why wouldn't he? Wouldn't Cobb do the same, if he were convinced this weren't a dream, if Mal (the actual Mal, not the shade) were here? ]

[They're still standing in the doorway, so he walks them further back into the room. Only... well she seems a little preoccupied. He pulls back.]

Something on your mind, love?

[ Well crap. George, why do you have to notice these things now? ]

It's just been a weird past few days.

[ Pause. ]

It's been a weird past few weeks, really.

[His hands slide down to take take her hands in his as he keeps leading them to the stairwell.]

Your flatmate came back, didn't he?

[ She lets him lead, squeezing his hands slightly. ]

Eames? Yeah, he did. Three weeks for us, a few seconds for him. I had to give his lighter back.

Just as well. I've heard smoking's not good for you.

Apparently it also makes cowboys think your neck looks delicious, so yeah, probably a good thing.

[Oh my. Now this is a story that needs elaborating on.]

Come again?

Remember that cigarillo I was smoking during the mistletoe curse? I dropped it after Fred decided to... er, help out, but I'd gotten it earlier from a cowboy. I asked him for more the next time I saw him on the network, so he came over to drop them off. I gave him coffee and spoiled his horse a little bit and apparently he decided recreating the curse was necessary. [ Only he certainly hadn't been attached to her neck during the curse. ]

Should I be worried about you two disappearing off into the sunset?

[He grins as he says it, though, clearly not worried. You had fun this week, lady.]

[ She snorts, shifting to give him a quick kiss without pulling them both down the stairs. 'Fun' maybe isn't the correct word, but it's definitely been interesting -- and he's a good sport about it. She's lucky. ]

His horse and I, maybe. He's too much of a tease.

The bloke or the horse?

[He pauses long enough to lean her against the railing, making the kiss last a little longer.]

[ It's a bit difficult to answer when you're kissing her, George, so she'll just wrap around him again. ]

[He agrees. Kissing > talking at the moment. Let's do that for a bit.]

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