WHO: Giada and Graeme Dorny
WHAT: Radio station attacks!
WHERE: WWN HEADQUARTERS
WHEN: Now!



"And here's the single that's gonna be on top of the charts come next week, 'The Tide is High' by Blondie."

Giada swiveled her chair to face Graeme, and she stretched her arms far over her head as the song began to play. A quiet evening in the booth was what she'd needed, that was for sure. Of course, they did this every week day, but with Rachel's newest predicament, Giada had come to cherish her times at work. She got to listen to music, and flirt with her husband while on the air. It's not like they could see where her hands wandered from time to time!

Maybe they could hear it in Graeme's voice, but it wasn't her fault if their listeners had their minds in the gutter.

She leaned forward after pulling her hair out of its tie, "For every girl request," she said as the owls started to flutter in. Hopefully they'd have a variety of songs, this time, "You...take off a piece of clothing."

Her eyebrows rose. This could potentially be a very fun game.

Graeme leaned back in his seat, his own arms folding behind his head as he took on the look of a man who was completely at ease. It was mainly because he was, for the first time in a while. They hadn’t gotten any hate mail in quite some time, and while he was happy about that…it did worry him a little, that they just randomly stopped. But he wasn’t going to dwell on it, since there were more important things to focus on.

Like, Giada for example. Blondie continued to play as she leaned towards him, those blue eyes of his watching her hair fall down past her shoulders as she took out her tie. An eyebrow arched as she started with what he knew was going to turn into some sort of bet or deal or something. He turned out to be correct, and he laughed at the suggestion, running a hand down his face. “What? By…” he paused, thinking about what he was wearing, “8 requests I’d be out of clothes…and while I normally have no qualms about taking off my clothes, as you most certainly know,” he grinned, “I think it’d be better if I remained at least partially dressed.” He rolled his chair forward towards her, leaning in so his hands were resting on the arms of her chair. “I am, however, willing to do other things, even without the requests.” With that, he moved forward to give her a kiss.

"Mmmm, acceptable," she muttered into his mouth, even though she would be insisting her take off something while the requests played. Giada had no hesitations in deepening their kiss, and was quite good at finding the correct dials and buttons on the magically equipped sound board they worked with, without actually looking at it. A skill that came from many in between song snogs.

Her hands crept up and over his shoulders, disappearing into his hair. What if, one day, they concocted a commercial free hour of music, and they could have all the dirty, naughty radio booth fun she knew they both wanted? Their baby could be conceived right here, if they managed that. Ooh, that was enough for Giada to pitch the idea to their bosses. A few locking and silencing charms on the door and they'd be all set.

"What if--" she started between kisses, "I added on a special 'clothes optional' request---to that first letter?" Giada grinned and pulled back, ready to greet the first owl sitting on the perch. She stretched again, making sure that her shirt rode up just a bit; she definitely needed to up her flirting if she wanted to get Graeme to agree.

He smiled against her mouth as he listened to the buttons and dials being pushed, knowing that she was definitely multi-tasking. When her attention was back to him, his hand reached up to the side of her neck, the other resting on her thigh. It was amazing, how even to this day, whenever she played with his hair like that, it drove him crazy…in a good way, of course. The way she let her fingertips graze the back of his neck like that made his hair stand on end, and if they weren’t where they were…he’d definitely be taking his clothes off without any hesitation.

He listened to her suggestion, tilting his head as he wet his lips, tasting the faint remnants of her chapstick. She rarely ever used the same flavor twice in a row, and today…it was cherry. He loved cherry. A grin spread across his face as she stretched, knowing exactly what she was doing. He shook his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m starting to think you enjoy tormenting me.” He would have loved to lock the doors and let the music play, and just make love to Giada right then and there, but…he knew it couldn’t happen, since their bosses would probably have an issue with that. Hah.

“At least let me read the first letter, so I can prepare myself.” He smirked and reached forward, grabbing the parchment from her. “Here we go.” He unrolled the paper, letting his eyes scan the paper…but that smile was long gone by just the first sentence. His face dropped, and shifted from happy and content to…something unreadable. It wasn’t very ‘Graeme’ though, that was for sure. He rolled up the parchment before Giada could read it, and looked up at her quickly. “…we’re ending the show early today…” It was obvious that he was serious, since there wasn’t even a hint of his trademark sarcasm.

They needed to get out of there. They needed to get out before-

"FILTHY MUDBLOODS!"

Giada fell out of her seat as the speakers blared out the disgusting words. She had still been trying to figure out what Graeme was saying when the ear piercing noises struck and was now sitting on the ground, as stunned as if her husband had sprouted three heads. The noise was terrible---sounded like everything that could make a sound in the room was screeching as if being tortured, and Giada's hands went to her ears immediately to try and regain some sense. The wires were flailing around like mad, even their coffee mugs were rattling and bouncing around the counter. Where was her wand? How were they going to stop this? They'd only received threats before and now it was obvious that their critics were taking it a step further.

"Graeme!" she shouted, scrambling to her feet to try and find her wand. She could hear the door banging from the other side---the door must have locked and their coworkers couldn't get in to help. Giada's head began to throb from the sound, and in a vain attempt to stop it, she shot a silencing spell at the sound board.

It felt like--a huge tunnel of air had shot straight into her gut. The spell bounced back so forcefully that Giada was knocked to the ground, landing so hard that her head bounced off the ground. What--was---going on? She tried to push herself up, but her dizziness and...and she began to lose consciousness, but managed to see that---everything in the studio, it---they were movie and coming---alive---