Propriety
Title: Propriety
Rating: E for Everyone!
Word Count: 107
Challenge: Heat, at gryff_slyth100
Pairing: Spinnet/Warrington.
Perspiration was dripping down his neck. He'd rolled his sleeves up and loosened his collar, but kept his tie. There was only so much you could do, even in this heat.
She was bright-pink and he could hear her talking. "I know, I'm so sweaty, it's ridiculous." He rolled his eyes. That wasn't what was ridiculous, but maybe no one had bothered to tell her. He could, but he wasn't going to.
Horses sweat, and laborers. Ladies glow. There was nothing wrong with her that couldn't be fixed, but he didn't have to make her act like a lady. He didn't even have to want to.
(Disclaimer: The sweating thing is from Orson Welles. When he was married to Rita Hayworth, someone made a comment about her sweating, to which he went, "Horses sweat. Men perspire. Miss Hayworth glows." So, not mine.)
Rating: E for Everyone!
Word Count: 107
Challenge: Heat, at gryff_slyth100
Pairing: Spinnet/Warrington.
Perspiration was dripping down his neck. He'd rolled his sleeves up and loosened his collar, but kept his tie. There was only so much you could do, even in this heat.
She was bright-pink and he could hear her talking. "I know, I'm so sweaty, it's ridiculous." He rolled his eyes. That wasn't what was ridiculous, but maybe no one had bothered to tell her. He could, but he wasn't going to.
Horses sweat, and laborers. Ladies glow. There was nothing wrong with her that couldn't be fixed, but he didn't have to make her act like a lady. He didn't even have to want to.
(Disclaimer: The sweating thing is from Orson Welles. When he was married to Rita Hayworth, someone made a comment about her sweating, to which he went, "Horses sweat. Men perspire. Miss Hayworth glows." So, not mine.)