Post by pinkie on Jan 24, 2008 10:38:44 GMT -5
I think it is good that Sprinks lives an ocean away, otherwise i would be black and blue from her gentle nudges! No, sweetie, just kidding, you know i adore you.
So, i wrote (between papers, essays, guided tours and actual lending out books) this little challenge entry, it is nothing much, but it was fun to write and kept my mind of things like 'ethics on the workfloor', 'search strategies', International Office students and last but not least "Really Miss, i never took that book out. I haven't heard of it in all of my life."
Sorry to go on and on... here comes the show!
‘Her throat was closing in, and her heart beat wildly in her chest.’
Pomona lowered the book into her lap and took a deep breath. You could say all sorts of things about Muggles, but some of them could really write a steamy novel… She raised her hand to her cheek and felt it burning against her palm.
Pomona looked at her book and stared at the cover. A ‘romantic’ picture of a woman with her clothes half torn off and a man with long waving manes. The man was tall and broad chested and his hair was dark. Not the sort of man Pomona was interested in at all. The woman was a busty blonde, wearing the torn pink dress, revealing milky white skin.
Obviously a picture of a dream, not of the real world. Pomona felt her robes around her, the rough fabric against her tanned skin. Her hair was tangled and she could feel that she had been scratching her nose while repotting nightblooming orchids. Her bare feet did not resemble the bare feet of the woman in the picture, no pale pink oval nails, no high arch… Pomona wondered why she would even feel hurt about her feet!
She put the book down and got up from the sofa. She wandered around the room, taking off the harsh brown robe, revealing her silk slip. Her tanned skin shimmered because of the homemade vanilla bodylotion she covered herself in every night before bed. Pomona knew that Filius adored her and that he never made her feel unattractive. In fact, he made her feel like she was desired every single second out of every single minute out of every single day.
Still, Filius was now out of the castle to a conference in Manchester. She was alone for the coming two nights. He had send her a Fanged Geranium, special Muggle chocolates and a satin nightdress since he had been away. The geranium stood in their bedroom, on the window legde, so she would see it as soon as she woke up. She wore the nightdress every night and there were only few of the chocolates left.
The sun was going down. The skies were bright pink and orange and the trees and the mountains all lined out against the sky. In her bathroom, Pomona showered to rinse the mud of her face and hands and washed her hair with more luxurious vanilla shampoo and conditioner. She dried herself with a fluffy towel and brushed her teeth. In the bedroom she slipped into the satin nightie and crawled into bed.
Sleep never would come easily when Filius was away. In the three years of their marriage, they had only been apart a few days. Everytime they said goodbye, she cried and there were nights, even now, she would cry herself to sleep because she missed Filius so much.
Pomona turned on the wireless and tried to drift away on the soothing tones of the Dagenham Girl Pipers. She snuggled into the covers – all for her, the one advantage of sleeping alone – and turned her head, so she would have a little nest to lay her head in to rest.
Incoherent thoughts flooded her mind and she felt herself drift off to the place that did not go by time.
Suddenly, Pomona was awakened by the creaking of the door. Footsteps in her living room. Trembling, she sat up and took her wand from under the pillow. Careful not to make a sound, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped ontu the floor. Wand held out, she silently opened the door to the living room.
There he was. Carrying his bag and a broom.
“Filius!” Pomona’s cry was heard through the hall.
“Mona, my dearest.”
Pomona embraced her husband and held him close to her heart, trying not to choke him in her breasts.
“I have missed you.” She whispered in his ear.
“I couldn’t stay away another minute!” he responded, stroking her face.
They smiled at each other.
Pomona knew that – after she would have had her Muggle-romance-novell-way with him – she would sleep well tonight.
So, i wrote (between papers, essays, guided tours and actual lending out books) this little challenge entry, it is nothing much, but it was fun to write and kept my mind of things like 'ethics on the workfloor', 'search strategies', International Office students and last but not least "Really Miss, i never took that book out. I haven't heard of it in all of my life."
Sorry to go on and on... here comes the show!
Longing
‘Her throat was closing in, and her heart beat wildly in her chest.’
Pomona lowered the book into her lap and took a deep breath. You could say all sorts of things about Muggles, but some of them could really write a steamy novel… She raised her hand to her cheek and felt it burning against her palm.
Pomona looked at her book and stared at the cover. A ‘romantic’ picture of a woman with her clothes half torn off and a man with long waving manes. The man was tall and broad chested and his hair was dark. Not the sort of man Pomona was interested in at all. The woman was a busty blonde, wearing the torn pink dress, revealing milky white skin.
Obviously a picture of a dream, not of the real world. Pomona felt her robes around her, the rough fabric against her tanned skin. Her hair was tangled and she could feel that she had been scratching her nose while repotting nightblooming orchids. Her bare feet did not resemble the bare feet of the woman in the picture, no pale pink oval nails, no high arch… Pomona wondered why she would even feel hurt about her feet!
She put the book down and got up from the sofa. She wandered around the room, taking off the harsh brown robe, revealing her silk slip. Her tanned skin shimmered because of the homemade vanilla bodylotion she covered herself in every night before bed. Pomona knew that Filius adored her and that he never made her feel unattractive. In fact, he made her feel like she was desired every single second out of every single minute out of every single day.
Still, Filius was now out of the castle to a conference in Manchester. She was alone for the coming two nights. He had send her a Fanged Geranium, special Muggle chocolates and a satin nightdress since he had been away. The geranium stood in their bedroom, on the window legde, so she would see it as soon as she woke up. She wore the nightdress every night and there were only few of the chocolates left.
The sun was going down. The skies were bright pink and orange and the trees and the mountains all lined out against the sky. In her bathroom, Pomona showered to rinse the mud of her face and hands and washed her hair with more luxurious vanilla shampoo and conditioner. She dried herself with a fluffy towel and brushed her teeth. In the bedroom she slipped into the satin nightie and crawled into bed.
Sleep never would come easily when Filius was away. In the three years of their marriage, they had only been apart a few days. Everytime they said goodbye, she cried and there were nights, even now, she would cry herself to sleep because she missed Filius so much.
Pomona turned on the wireless and tried to drift away on the soothing tones of the Dagenham Girl Pipers. She snuggled into the covers – all for her, the one advantage of sleeping alone – and turned her head, so she would have a little nest to lay her head in to rest.
Incoherent thoughts flooded her mind and she felt herself drift off to the place that did not go by time.
Suddenly, Pomona was awakened by the creaking of the door. Footsteps in her living room. Trembling, she sat up and took her wand from under the pillow. Careful not to make a sound, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped ontu the floor. Wand held out, she silently opened the door to the living room.
There he was. Carrying his bag and a broom.
“Filius!” Pomona’s cry was heard through the hall.
“Mona, my dearest.”
Pomona embraced her husband and held him close to her heart, trying not to choke him in her breasts.
“I have missed you.” She whispered in his ear.
“I couldn’t stay away another minute!” he responded, stroking her face.
They smiled at each other.
Pomona knew that – after she would have had her Muggle-romance-novell-way with him – she would sleep well tonight.
