Starry Night {George Weasley}

Boundaries

tw: sexually explicit material

At some point, after the weekend had ended, Rosi accepted the fact that she may not see George again until the weekend if at all. She hadn't given him her number on purpose and that purpose was that she didn't want to be sitting by the phone or jumping every time she heard it ring with the hopes of it being him.

She wasn't sure she would ever see him again, since he hadn't made it clear what his intentions were with her. So, it was definitely clear that when someone buzzed her apartment on Wednesday evening only minutes after she arrived home from her art studio she did not expect it to be George.

She frowns at the intercom by her door, wondering who could be coming to see her at this hour, "Hello?" She speaks into it while holding down the button.

"Hey, Ace," Her eyebrows shoot up at the sound of his smooth voice through the speaker, "I hope this isn't a bad time but I was in the neighborhood so I thought I would stop by."

"Uh," Rosi looks down at herself–her paint-splattered arms and legs, her body wrapped tightly in her dressing gown and the paint in the ends of her hair, and despite every voice in her head telling her to tell him to come back later, she opens her mouth and says, "no this is a fine time! Come on up!" And her fingers slip to the button that opens the front door for him.

Only a short moment later he's knocking at her door and Rosi is swinging it open,"Hi..." George's eyes instantly rake over her body, a small smirk tugging at his lips, "I could have come back later."

Rosi rolls her eyes playfully at him, placing one hand on her hip and keeping the other on the doorframe, "What? You don't like what you see?" She quirks an eyebrow.

"Of course I do," He licks his lips before he steps by her and into her flat, "I just don't want to intrude."

"Well I've been thinking about you and I didn't want to turn you away." She admits, closing the door behind him and observing him as he sheds his jacket and places it on her counter, "Especially since I didn't give you the opportunity to call me."

"I wasn't going to say anything, but..." George teases, turning on his heel to face her, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "So, thinking about me, huh?" The smirk is back on his lips and in full force.

Ambrosia nods, crossing her arms over her chest, "Well, yes." She makes her way over to her counter and leans against it, "I was actually thinking that we should have a talk."

George lets out a nervous chuckle,"Uh oh, sounds ominous." He says, standing in front of her and leaving a decent amount of space between them no matter how much he wanted to be closer.

"No, it's not a bad thing I just think we should...set boundaries." she suddenly feels very vulnerable standing in front of him like this and she wasn't sure if it was because of the conversation topic or the fact that she was naked under her robe.

"Boundaries?" He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Yes." She nods firmly, her arms still crossed over her chest, "We need to make sure we are on the same page."

"Okay," George thinks over her words, imitating her posture by crossing his arms over his own chest, "you first."

Rosi takes a deep breath, steadying her voice before she speaks. It's not that she was unsure of what she wanted to say she just didn't know how he was going to react, "I feel like you should know that I'm not looking for a relationship right now." She says confidently, holding her head high, "I'm trying to make my art into a career and I don't think there's room for a relationship in that."