(P) Witch Weekly Head Office[7]

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Smiles, her heart racing slightly*

Of course I will...


*Gazes up into his eyes with a small, cheeky smile*

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Kisses her ear and her chin*

Glad t'hear it, babe. Now you're gonna 'ave to grin and bear wha' I'm gonna do t'you, all right?

*Pulls her in close, whispering random, nonsensical romantic words*

*Springs up and away from Tallia, remembering he had an obligation*

'Ey, I can't be here! I gotta play at th' pub tonight! I was really lookin' forward to this, little darlin'.

*Swears*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Lets her eyes flutter shut as he whispers to her*

*Jerks back to reality as he pulls away*

*Laughs, embarrassed*

Erm, yea, cool.

*Turns her back on him, looking down at the desk*

I'll make sure these are ready for the next edition...

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Looks genuinely sorry, his lank hair hanging over his face*

'Ey, I'm a right git, babe. We'll get t'know each other real soon, eh?

*Takes her hand, gesturing wildly to the parchment*

I can't thank you enough for publishin' my scattered ideas and my wonderful dedication as well, babe. You're th' best.

*Snogs her deeply*

I'll write you a song t'make up for th' time, all right?

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Looks taken aback as he kisses her*

*Nods, a little nonplussed, as he speaks.

Erm, yea, ok.

*Attempts a little smile*

[Rafe Hitchens]

I'll owl ya, babe.

*Winks and takes his leave, eventually finding his way out of the office after bumping into two walls and a lamp*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Blinks at the spot where he was before shaking her head*

*Takes a deep breath, trying to clear her head*

*Gulps down the rest of the firewhiskey before heading back up stairs, taking Rafe's manuscript with her*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Apparates in with Rafe and leads him across to the massive wing backed arm chair by the fire*

Here, sit down. I'll get you a firewhiskey...

*Walks across to her drinks cabinet and pours two large glasses*

*Hands one to him and sits down on the arm of the chair*

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Sniffles, not bothering to mask the shock and pain he feels*

*With effort, Rafe pushes away the firewhisky*

I really shouldn't, babe. I gotta kick th' habit or I'll never have another girl as long as I breathe. It's damned enticing, tha's true, but I dun't know if I should.

*Comes out with it*

I dun't have a steady babe any more, Tallia babe! Hold me 'til the pain stops!

*Clings to Tallia, resting his head on her soft bosom*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Holds Rafe to her, a wicked glint in her eye*

Aww baby. What can I do to make it better?

*Gently strokes his slightly greasy hair*

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Blinks, two more tears trickling down his face after*

You can listen like th' top-notch reporter you are, babe!

*Sniffs, his voice slightly suggestive*

For starters, tha' is...

*Inhales deeply, the sweet fragrance of a woman's skin helping his comfort*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Lick her lips*

Of course I'll listen, sweetheart. You talk away...

*Smirks*

And then, when you're done talking...

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Nods seriously, his eyes still brimming with reluctant tears*

When I'm done? I'll never be done 'cause I'm done for, little darlin'!

*Runs a hand through Tallia's silky hair, his breathing leveling out*

So I dun't understand one sickle o' it. My girl was my girl then I tell her tha' we need to take a break and she says tha' we were never an item. How crushin' is tha', right?

*Takes a shaky breath*

I'm-- I'm a right catch! She's gonna miss th' rolls in th' hay, eh? Bloody hell, she'll come runnin' back and search every alleyway for my fit **se.

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Sighs*

It's ok sweety. She's obviously mad to let you go. Any girl in their right mind would kick up a fuss for you.

*Ok so she's exaggerating a little, but ho hum*

*Wipes a tear from his cheek*

You are indeed a catch, as you put it. Very catchy.

*Smiles at him*

Anyway, if she can be that blaze about you, is she really the sort of person you want to be wasting your time on?

You're a multi-selling author now!

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Straightens up proudly, pointing his chin at Tallia*

Dammit, you're as right as rain, babe. If some babe is lukewarm there's a whole sea o' fish, innit? I know how wide and deep th' sea happens to be.

*Laughs, mirth returning to his bloodshot eyes at the mention of his story*

I do sell them Witch Weekly's, dun't I?

*Strokes her legs and meets Tallia's eyes*

'Ey, whatcha think o' my story anyhow? I need to introduce th' heroine during some point. That would be wise... I keep jumpin' 'round it, Tallia babe.