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irish_bell (irish_bell) wrote in eminor_macula,
@ 2008-06-06 18:47:00

Current location:	Scotland
Current mood:	drained
Entry tags:	katie bell, narrative, oliver wood

Narrative
who: Katie Bell, Oliver Wood, Emilie Wood
when: 18:30; Friday, 06 June, 2000
where: Gram's, Scotland
rating: NC-17
status: incomplete
summary: Katie delivers a precious package from France to Oliver.

It was like chasing the sun.

Katie and Emilie had set out from Dublin at dusk just when the sunset's colors had merged with the night sky. Now, several hours later on their final approach into Oliver's sleepy Scottish village, the sky seemed brighter. Perhaps it was the end to a dangerous journey finally in sight.

Katie could see the smoke from one of the many chimney's puffing away and she thought of what it would feel like after the long journey to curl up in one of Gram's over-stuffed chairs with her feet by the fire. Even Emilie seemed to grow excited as they finally started their descent into Gram's familiar garden.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-07 04:56 am UTC (link)

Emilie hadn't been to her Gram's since she was five and hadn't seen her Gram in over a year. Christmas that year had been called off after her older brother's arrest. Emilie had been progressively more annoyed with Oliver since then, though she hadn't recognised it. It was hard for a young child to see anything beyond their own needs. So indeed, to see the forest thicken and the village thin and the lone house in the distance, to realise that the curl of smoke was her grandmother's, put a growing smile on Emilie's face.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-07 04:57 am UTC (link)

Oliver had been in the back yard for near on an hour, scanning the horizon for any signs of his friend and his sister. Years of searching the sky of incoming quaffles and players gave him a bit of advantage and he was soon calling out to Gram and taking eager steps across the yard as the two girls landed. He rushed to Emilie and pulled her into a hug before she'd even finished stepping off her broom. She seemed startled by the movement though she hugged her brother in return. She only held the embrace for a moment, allowing Oliver to kiss her on the cheek before rushing past him and hugging her Gram.

Oliver straightened, smiling as he watched her before turning to Katie. He grinned widely and engulfed her in a hug, lifting her smaller frame with his large one. He kissed her cheek as well before pulling back and flushing a bit, knowing he was acting just the same as he had after their last Quidditch game in seventh year. He smiled at Katie sheepishly.

"Thank ye so much, Katie. Ye dinnaken wha' ye've done for us."

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irish_bell
2008-06-08 12:47 pm UTC (link)

Katie blushed.

"Of course I do. Our families are similar, remember? All I have are my brothers. I know what it's like to worry about them." She smiled and offered Oliver her hand, giving his a reassuring squeeze when he took it. Katie felt she should probably be more focused on cheering him up than she was on the warmth of his fingers but she couldn't help it. For once, she didn't stop herself from caring. There was always tomorrow to feel guilty.

Katie let go of his hand all the same. "So!" she pipped, "Where's dinner? We're starving."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-08 10:44 pm UTC (link)

Oliver grinned at Katie and squeezed her hand in return before turning to his Gram with a smile. He was so thankful to see both Emilie and Katie, home again and safe and sound. He was so lucky to have a friend who would do such a favor for him. He smiled to Katie again then to Emilie.

"Gram's been cooking all day, I believe. I thin' she even made a special dessert for the occasion." Emilie seemed to brighten at this, shooting wide eyes at Oliver then her grandmother.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-08 10:45 pm UTC (link)

"Shortbread? Really?" While Oliver was quite spoilt and got Gram's shortbread whenever he wanted growing up, Emilie had not gotten the same privilege after moving to France and the possibility of having her grandmother's shortbread always seemed to delight her. Gram moved to Katie then, giving her a warm hug.

"Thank ye, dear. We appreciate it." Gram smiled and then led them all inside, setting about her work in the kitchen, setting the dining room table and take the food of the warming charms and beginning to set it out as well. Emilie beamed, taking a seat next to her Grandmother at the dining room table.

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	woodatdawn 2008-06-08 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	"It's all Christmas foods!" she laughed, happy in her realisation. Gram nodded and glanced over at Oliver. "It was your brother's idea," she said and Oliver flushed a bit, glacning sheepishly over at Katie before turning back to Emilie, who looked confused. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	woodatdawn 2008-06-08 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Ehm, I jus' felt bad that ye missed Christmas with Gram. I ken how ye like it." Oliver smiled to Emilie, who looked as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Oliver watched her, concern written clearly across his features. "Em, wha's the matter?" Oliver cried as he stood from his chair, moving to his sister's side, wiping her eyes where she'd begun to cry. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

woodatdawn
2008-06-08 10:46 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry I was so mean to you, Ollie. I did miss you and I'm sorry," Emilie wrapped her arms firmly around her brother's neck and cried against his shoulder. She'd been so mad at Oliver, ever since Christmas and only had written Oliver because her mother made her. Babette would watch Emilie write her letters and make sure she always signed her love, but Emilie hadn't wanted to and had been content to secretly hate her older brother for being stupid. "But you weren't stupid and I don't hate you and I'm sorry, Ollie. I'm sorry, don't hate me. I do love you, I didn't mean it."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-08 10:47 pm UTC (link)

"Hate ye? I don't hate ye, Emilie. I promise. Wha'e'er ye did, it's okay. I'm jus' glad ye're safe, aye? Dinna get worrit abou' me hatin' ye. I could ne'er hate ye." Oliver hugged her for a long moment, quieting her rambling with hushed Gaelic and a strong hand on her back. He kissed her cheek when she finally looked back up at him and he gave her a reassuring smile. "Now, let's eat dinner, aye? It's no good cold." Emilie nodded and Oliver took his seat next to Katie once more.

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irish_bell
2008-06-08 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Moved by the whole exchange between Emilie and Oliver, Katie had sat quietly by Gram, her thumb nail between her teeth and her eyes filling with unshed tears. A person would have to be petrified or made of stone not to be moved by the sincerity of Emilie's apologies or Oliver's reassurance of his love. It suddenly hit Katie how honored she was to have been trusted enough to smuggle Emilie out of France and reunite her with Oliver. She felt close to Oliver in a way she had never experience, but always dreamed of and that thought made her flush.

Katie smiled happily at Oliver in the unspoken trust of their friendship before turning to Gram. "Everything looks so wonderful... I'm not sure where to begin. It's been ages since I've had a home-cooked meal."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 01:00 am UTC (link)

"Well," Oliver began, reaching for a casserole dish and handing it to Katie with a smile. "Ye've come tae the right place then. Gram's an excellent cook." Oliver winked at Emilie before helping the younger girl fix her plate. Oliver was glad to have a home cooked meal as well. He'd been staying in the mill that sat about a mile into the woods behind his Gram's, and though his Grandmother had been feeding him, to sit at the table like a family again was wonderful.

"Ye're room is clean, Em." Oliver gave his sister a smile before turning to Katie. "I cleaned my room up a bit, as well. Ye can stay up there. I'm goin' tae sleep on the trundle in our mill."

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irish_bell
2008-06-09 01:23 am UTC (link)

"I couldn't possibly let you..." she protested immediately, mashed potatoes in one hand, serving spoon frozen above her plate in the right. Oliver, sleep in the mill? While she slept in his own room? The gesture was simply too grandiose for Katie.

The potato clump fell with a wet squelch as it hit her ceramic plate. She put the dish down before continuing.

"Honestly, I'd be just as happy sleeping on the sofa."

It was another subject entirely that a small, silent part of her was disappointed they wouldn't be sharing a room; that part of her, which had been dormant since their school days had been reawakened when Oliver was arrested. What's more too, since the day in Diagon Alley, it had grown so that perhaps, the part was not quite so small, nor so silent.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 01:37 am UTC (link)

"Nae, it's fine. I ken it prolly sounds bad, but I've been sleepin' down there anyway. We've got it fixed up - and my room hasn't had anyone in it since Christmas." Oliver gave her a reassuring smile before taking the potatoes from her. As if he'd let Katie, or any of his friends for that matter, sleep on the sofa.

The rest of the meal passed in good company. Emilie regaled Gram with her attempts at gardening and Oliver, for his part, could only watch on with a bright smile. Every now and then he'd give Katie a grateful smile, but for the most part his eyes were affixed to his sister and her every movement. He was so glad everything had gone well, so glad that Katie had done this for him.

Oliver wrote a quick note to his step-mother, which Gram flooed to his uncle John, who promised to ward it and owl it immediately - and after plenty of shortbread and glasses of milk all around, Oliver found himself with arms full of Emilie. He was sitting next to Katie on the couch, Emilie curled up in his lap and Gram shuffling about the kitchen.

"Katie, could ye get the doors for me?" he asked as he stood, shifting Emilie on his shoulder and heading for the stairs.

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irish_bell
2008-06-09 01:52 am UTC (link)

With her hands on her full belly, Katie momentarily contemplated telling Oliver to fuck off. She was sated with food and warm in front of the fire, just like she had foreseen on their approach to Gram's garden. Not to mention she had carried Emilie around on her back all day long, safely hidden in her kit duffel; but the girl looked so happy curled in her big-brother's lap and dozing that Katie pushed her own laziness aside and grappled at the sofa arms to pull herself up with a grunt.

"Of course," she smiled, pushing and holding open the living room door. Gram followed and Katie, guided by whispered verbal instructions, lead the way to Emilie's room. "One clean and cozy room for one sweet little girl. Good night, Emilie," Katie wished, kissing her forehead as Oliver carried her past into her room.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 02:06 am UTC (link)

"Ye're lucky she's sleepin', Bell," Oliver said with a small, hushed laugh as he laid Emilie on her bed. "She'd like to pretend she's too mature for hugs and kisses and bedtime stories." Oliver tucked Emilie in, brushing her hair from her face before standing and shutting the door behind him. Gram had gone with him into Emilie's room, turning down the covers so he could place the sleeping child in the bed, and now she was slipping past he and Katie to her own room, bidding them both a goodnight.

"Em's like our da, verra stoic, her." Oliver turned on the light beside his bed and smiled proudly at the room. There were three brooms on the wall, the smallest and oldest obviously his first broom. He'd retired it along with his broom from seventh year and his first broom while with Puddlemere. There were Gryffindor team photos in frames on either side of the brooms, dating back as far as Oliver's first year, with a stern looking Charlie Weasley in the back row. He'd taken great care to clean the room, scourgifying the dark blue and wood paneled walls and making sure their were fresh linens on the bed. Oliver turned to Katie with a smile.

"Welcome to Oliver Wood circa 1994," he said with a grin. "The only thing that's changed since I left Hogwarts is the cleanliness level."

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irish_bell
2008-06-09 02:29 am UTC (link)

Katie moved slowly around the room, her blue eyes studying the moving wizard pictures of the Gryffindor team. She paused momentarily over a photograph of Oliver and the twins; Fred was distracting Oliver while George made faces behind him. She touched Fred's face before putting the photograph back down and sat on the bed, patting the space next to her for Oliver.

She nudged him with her thigh when he joined her. "That's alright. 1994 was a good year... a really good year."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 03:07 am UTC (link)

Oliver flushed at her words. He had a knack for being quite oblivious at times, but he never could seem to spend time with Katie and not think about that day and his concussion beneath the bleachers. It mostly had to do with the fact that he'd never mentioned it to her again, something he felt guilty for doing. He watched her from the corner of his eye before looking over at the pictures on the wall.

"Aye," he said quietly before giving her a smile. "I still can't believe we won the cup." Just because he wasn't particularly oblivious tonight didn't mean he wasn't going to do his best to ignore the subject as always. Thinking on it meant addressing his feelings and Oliver did his best to avoid emotions if at all possible. Happiness was one thing, but mush was another and Oliver hated to be mushy.

Being attracted to someone was different from needing to be with someone, and between his recent owls with Lisa and spying and George's tunnel and Emilie's arrival and his growing need to hug Katie fiercely and cry against her shoulder, Oliver's mind felt more fucked than ever - and apologising for being a bastard at seventeen was the least of his worries. It was the one he felt he could most easily avoid and so Oliver did what he felt most comfortable with - he changed the subject.

"Thank ye again, Katie."

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irish_bell
2008-06-09 10:49 am UTC (link)

Katie shrugged and smiled, her own automatic responses to Oliver's subject changing tactics; she'd had years to practice. Not that she particularly wanted to bring up their first awkward sexual experience.. ever.. but over the last months the attraction she felt could no longer be ignored. She continued to try so anyway with exponentially failing results. The longer they sat, thighs brushing, the stronger the urge was the throw her arms around him and bury her face in his warm neck.

"Oh, that's alright. It was relatively easy, though I suppose we have George's brain to thank for that. And Emilie was cooperative too, if not a bit chatty." She looked over at Oliver and immediately regretted it. His cheeks were still pink and his mouth, which if anyone bothered to notice dipped down a little further on the right than the left, looked so kissable Katie completely lost her train of thought. In fact, she was on a new train now, gathering speed and heading to a destination that was not entirely appropriate.

"-" she breathed, "Anyone.." paused, "Anyone would have done it," licked her lips and stupidly stared straight into his eyes. Katie flushed to match Oliver's blush and immediately felt like a school girl. The urge to cover her face in her hands and laugh the images out of her head was tremendous; instead, she said something truthful to dispel the pent up energy.

"I mean... anyone who cared for you like I do."

Take that Mr. Oblivious! she thought, feeling better and calmer for admitting something truthful, cleaver for finding a way she thought Oliver would never recognise.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 12:37 pm UTC (link)

Oliver smiled at her a bit, the look he wore entirely self-effacing. He never knew what to say to people when they told him that they cared. He was fine telling Emilie or Gram that he loved them, and he was fine giving Uncle John hugs at Christmas, but he never quite knew what to say to those who weren't his immediate family. Not having siblings with him at Hogwarts, Oliver often wondered how it was done in other homes. The Weasley brothers showed camaraderie and amiable good nature among each other, but they didn't traipse about saying 'I love you' and passing out sap.

Katie was like part of his family, just as the Weasleys were, but Oliver wondered if display of emotion was more common in her household, wondered if perhaps she expected him to hug her in thanks or return the sentiment of her compliments to him. Should he treat her as Charlie treated Ginny? Oliver met her gaze, searching her eyes briefly before looking back down at his own hands. He didn't want to hurt her feelings - he did care about her greatly, but he never was able to say such things without blushing. Still, she'd done him such a great favor with Emilie, he supposed the least he could do was thank Katie for caring about him enough to do it and to let her know he would have done the same thing for her.

Oliver reached over and took her hand in his, giving her a smile and her hand a gentle squeeze. He leaned forward then and hugged her to him and kissed her cheek. He was thankful and Katie was important to him and even if she hadn't been looking for a hug or confirmation of their friendship, Oliver felt good to be letting her know nonetheless.

"Ye're one of m'best friends, Katie. I dinnaken wha' I'd do without ye."

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irish_bell
2008-06-09 03:52 pm UTC (link)

"You'd survive," Katie assured him, "You know, with a bottle of Firewhiskey and a cut of rope." She shrunk smiling into the hug and against his chest as she had wanted to earlier. It felt entirely too good in his embrace but also dangerous; how much could she get away with to satisfy her own needs without pushing too far? The last thing Katie wanted was to overstep the bounds of their friendship and Oliver's comfort levels but was it entirely fair if she never told him the truth in a way he would understand?

Katie bit her lip, gaze focused on a small Quidditch figure on Oliver's bedside. It waved at her but she didn't notice, her head was too busy concentrating on keeping her lungs and heart working as she thought about what she was about to do. What she suddenly had become so fully aware of; if she had waited this long for the perfect moment, and this wasn't it, it was never going to come.

"But..." she began, sitting up so she could face him even as her cheeks flushed brighter and her breath became irregular. She stuttered a bit, too, a sure sign of her nervousness. "You don't have to worry about that..." A secret kept buried for six years was about to escape her lips and it was more frightening and exciting than Katie's first professional Quidditch match. "...You're one of my best friends too, so. I've got your back.

"I always have.." Katie stared into Oliver's eyes, looking for that one last bit of encouragement she thought she might draw from his beauty. "..because I- umm.. I-" where her words failed her determination took over and with a gentle hand cupping his jaw, Katie finally took the plunge and kissed Oliver.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 09:18 pm UTC (link)

If Oliver could tell you anything, it would be that he was not an initiator when it came to girls. He didn't ask girls to dance, he didn't ask them to dinner. For the most part, Oliver was content to sit by the wayside and wait for girls to come to him. It wasn't as if they came flocking to him, but Oliver had just never had to make the move. Even with Lisa, he'd merely had to respond to her flirting. In all theory, Oliver should have seen it coming, should have recognised the way Katie's eyes darted to his lips or realised the moment her hug turned to a bit more than platonic. Still, he'd missed the signs and found himself once more on the receiving end of a kiss from Katie.

Deja vu flooded his senses immediately. She'd been the one to initiate at Hogwarts and the welcome sensations were clouding Oliver's brain. He began to kiss her back, hugging her close to him once more. The sheer sensation of being kissed by someone who cared for him was overwhelming. He brought a hand up to her jaw, angling her smaller face against his, shifting slightly, his nose brushing against hers. Had he been thinking rationally, or with his brain and not his body, he'd have immediately voiced his reservations, how it was dangerous of him to get involved with anyone, physically or emotionally, but he wasn't thinking clearly at all. All he could focus on was the warm press of her lips and how it felt so nice to be cared about and to be kissed.

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irish_bell
2008-06-09 09:46 pm UTC (link)

And Katie didn't stop. Her mouth opened to his as he touched her face and she fell into his embrace most willingly. The uneasy bubbling in Katie's belly was now quickly warming, spreading up her chest and exploding in her cheeks, fully flushed as her thumb caressed his jaw. She had wanted this, this man, her friend, this beautiful wizard that now sat kissing her back for the past six years and though Katie wasn't a bit naive, Oliver's responses were encouraging. She, like Oliver, pushed her conscious mind way down deep where it could scream as loud and as long as it wanted and easily be ignored.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-09 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Oliver did not want to stop. He hadn't been kissed, and certainly not so earnestly, in months and he certainly didn't want to end something that felt so decidedly nice. His fingers tangled in her hair and his lips only broke from hers long enough for him to gasp in a breath. He pressed himself closer to her, reveling in the familiar feel of kissing her and the lack of awkward teenage hips. He turned his head, her bangs brushing against his forehead.

"Oh, God," he murmured, shifting closer, pushing her back against the bed but not caring. It was going to catch up with him soon, the guilt, the regrets - his reality was moments away from cresting out of his subconscious, but Oliver clung desperately to the fog that had crept through his brain, gripping at the unreachable, trying to grasp at wisps and vapor. He trailed hazy kisses along her jaw as he pressed against her, wanting nothing more in the world to be able to lose himself in the here and now and forget everything that lay before or after.

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irish_bell
2008-06-10 07:27 am UTC (link)

Katie was more than willing to give Oliver this moment, and many more. Her body had always been open to him, from that first awkward kiss under the bleachers at Hogwarts to tonight; only this time, Katie was willing to give so much more if only Oliver knew how to ask for it.

Her hands ran down his neck and over his shoulders, relearning the curves of his body and stopping only when they reached the small of his back. There, they pressed and drew reassuring circles on the patch of exposed flesh where his shirt had revealed athletic muscles and warmth. She didn't want him to stop.

"Oliver..." she whispered between kisses, moving just enough to find herself completely under him and he between her legs which she held gently around him. She kissed his lips again and softly moaned, "Stay with me tonight."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-11 03:14 am UTC (link)

It was her words that started to pull reality back into the edge of his vision, but it was the physical ache for another person's touch that caused the battle within him. He stilled a bit, brushing his lips just barely against hers though he knew he should stop. He pressed his forehead against hers, trying his best to collect enough rational thought to remember why he had needed to stop kissing her in the first place.

"Katie," he started, his voice tight and low. He stared down at his right hand, poised just beneath the hem of her shirt. He stared at his fingers for a long, hard moment, trying to remember that his fingernails connected to his fingers and that in turn connected they with his hands and so on, up his arm and to his heart and brain, both of which seemed to be pressing against their confines to the point he thought he might explode. "Katie," he said again and stilled his fingers, pulling down the hem of her shirt and smoothing it against her skin. "Katie."

It was a mantra, a chiming prayer. Repeating her name was like visualising a Qudditch whistle, except he couldn't remember why he was so sure he needed to stop. He knew it had to do with their friendship, with feelings and emotions and things he hated talking about. He knew it was the same reason he'd never brought up that day beneath the pitch after the fact. He sighed softly and opened his eyes to look into hers. His eyes darted back and forth as he gazed at her, trying his best to read what she was feeling.

"Katie, I- I can't make ye any promises. I-" he looked away. He should go. He should go downstairs and walk to the mill, let the mile journey clear his head and move passed this. Not only was he finding himself easily ready, pressed tight between the legs of one of his best friends and finding it too enjoyable for his own good, but he had also spent the last few weeks dancing around an attraction to the girl he was tutoring, and while both options were equally appealing, Katie was here and now and there was no question in her eyes. She wanted him, but what limited neurons were firing in his brain told him that her want just might go deeper than purely physical. While he couldn't clearly state most of his wants in any real direction, he could say for certain that he wanted her physically and he wanted her now.

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irish_bell
2008-06-11 10:59 am UTC (link)

Beneath him, Katie's exterior remained inviting throughout. Her gaze was wanting but not demanding as it floated between Oliver's mouth and eyes. Her lips remained soft and kissable and she pecked Oliver's stubble-covered cheeks several times. Her body was a gift and cradled him protectively. All this while Oliver spoke, all this while inside she was screaming.

Katie's heart rate quickened and she could feel a hollowing sensation in her fingertips as if she was numbly grasping for something out of her reach. But Oliver was right here. He had kissed her back and she had felt his passion. He had whispered in her ear and she had heard his desire. Katie had looked into Oliver's eyes and she had seen hurt, want, loneliness and his need for something good. And now, in his voice, she heard regret and second thoughts. If she didn't respond to him correctly, Katie knew she would spend the night in that bed alone and Oliver in the barn.

The pressure to say the correct thing that would start Oliver kissing her again was mounting. She studied his gaze longer and begged with her eyes that he stay, that he not ask questions or be afraid. They wanted each other, that much was clear and in a world like the one they lived in, wasn't that enough?

"I don't want promises," she reassured, brushing her lips against his, trying to keep the pleading from her voice. "I just want you to stay with me tonight."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-11 12:21 pm UTC (link)

Oliver' fingertips pressed into the skin of her abdomen, her simple words and inviting touch clouding his brain once more. He should have known better, known that a girl like Katie could never want something only physical and only for one night. Oliver knew Katie, knew the kind of girl she was and he knew that she wasn't the type that just messed around with friends just to satisfy her own needs. He should have known better and realised that pressing forward was not the right thing to do with Katie, but he didn't know better and all in all, for maybe one tiny moment in his life, Oliver was being decidedly greedy.

He needed this. He needed her warmth and generosity. He needed her soft kisses and open arms and the pull of her thighs as he arched against her touches. He needed to be cared for, to be treasured and while she didn't say all of this, Oliver's body knew that Katie's body was willing to give all these things and more if he would only kiss her again. He still felt doubt, but her reassurance was quickly pushing it back into the fog that had wrapped itself into his mind. Oliver pressed his lips against hers once more, knowing deep down that it was wrong, that he couldn't give her everything she needed, but if for one moment he could just lose himself in someone else's care, if she could just find calm and release and tenderness in him, then maybe for that moment they would be alright. In times like these, maybe that's all he could promise her. He'd give her tonight, and probably hate himself for it after, but he would give her all he had to give and hope she'd understand and that it would be enough.

His hips pressed into hers once his decision had been fully made. He kissed her, hot, open mouth kisses - to her lips, along her skin. The fog engulfed him completely and all he could focus on any longer was the girl beneath him, gripping at him and the feverish desperation of his hands as he sought to remove their clothes as hastily as he could. His fingers stumbled and shook as he sought for buttons, pulled at hems. It was jerky for them, but not the jerk of teenage haste and uneducated bodies seeking to learn. This was the jerk of rushing need, of desire for release and solace and the inability to find it fast enough.

"God, Katie," he murmured against her ear, resting his forehead briefly against her temple. He placed a kiss their and took a moment to calm himself, trying to slow down a bit, even if just to save them both from his bad luck of concussion. He pressed his lips to hers once more, kissing her slower, trying to take more care. "Och, Katie girl, ye're on fire."

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irish_bell
2008-06-11 02:07 pm UTC (link)

Katie could only moan in agreement. It was Oliver's fault anyway, though she was sure he didn't need to hear how the slightest smile, the briefest look, or even the simplest touch from him had her knees buckling and her loins burning. Even his tongue curling around his accent was enough to melt the otherwise tough Irish Chaser. Katie decided halfway through a passionate kiss that she liked Oliver's tongue best when it was curling around her own.

Every kiss from Oliver was welcomed and cherished, every touch memorized. "Oliver," Katie gasped, simply to hear his name spoken in growing ecstasy. She held his face and touched his collarbones, fingers slowly gathering his unbuttoned shirt and pushing it past broad shoulders. Katie felt the need to kiss those next and she did, stopping at every mark and Quidditch scar she found to kiss it twice, giving to Oliver all the attention her heart ached to give him.

"Oliver..." she whispered, now nibbling on his earlobe, her fingers exploring his chest. They shared body heat and yet still they were wearing too many clothes. The anticipation, however, was worth the delay and Katie took her time pressing herself against Oliver's naked chest. "Oh.. god."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-12 12:13 am UTC (link)

His fingers stretched after he removed her shirt, pausing to stare at her body. He'd laid his palm flat against her abdomen and watched for a moment as he splayed his fingers wide, his hand covering a good portion of the smooth skin he found their. He traced his fingers along her ribcage and gently fingered the lacy fabric of her bra, trying to connect her breasts now with the memories he had from five years before. His thumb dipped beneath the hem, pulling down on the fabric until he freed her nipple. He smoothed his thumb across, stroking until it was a tight nub. He felt invasive and out of place. He hadn't taken the time to truly see Katie at Hogwarts and to be gazing at the darkened bud now made him feel as if he was prying where he need not be prying.

His eyes darted up to hers as if seeking permission, and his eyes stayed briefly locked on hers as he lowered his mouth to her skin and suckling softly. He broke her gaze, however, and focused on the task at hand, letting the tender strokes of his tongue against her nipple convey, as best he could, the care he had for her and the gratefulness he felt for her at that moment. His hands took the opportunity to work at her jeans, tugging and pulling them down over her hips. He tried his best to keep his lips against her skin as he did, but he finally had to break away as he pulled the trousers past her knees. He gazed up at her once more as he settled back between her thighs and he cupped the back of her head as he kissed her again, trying so hard to forget himself in her, forget the last six months and the branding. He wanted to erase the thoughts of all the hexed objects he'd smuggled, of the man in Knockturn Alley, of Azkaban.

"Help me," he muttered nonsensically. "Make it go away, Katie... help me forget." He kissed her again and again, trying so hard to delve deeper into the fog with each press of his lips, each arch of his hips against hers.

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irish_bell
2008-06-12 01:23 am UTC (link)

Katie pulled Oliver to her breast and held him tightly, kissing his face and lips and whispering reassurance between tangled tongues. Both eager to ease Oliver's worries and to be as close to him as physically possible, Katie removed her bra, tossing it over the side of the bed where it would spend the night cooling and alone.

The same could not be said for the young witch or wizard. They tangled on the bed, fingers in one another's hair, lips kissing every heated patch of skin once, twice, and again; Katie gasped at every touch to her breast and arched like a thing of beauty into Oliver's hands and body. She could only hope he didn't take it as a show, for everything he did made Katie tremble.

With loving tenderness, Katie kept Oliver close, guiding his hands across her chest and belly, encouraging him to take what he needed from her body. She could feel the callouses on his fingertips from gripping his broom, faded but still in delightful contrast to her supple flesh. Her own calloused fingers removed his trousers gently, coping a feel of his arse on the way in girlish delight.

"I've got you tonight, Oliver," promised Katie, kissing his neck, "I'll help, I'll take it all away..." she paused and looked down. Her fingers had found without the aid of her eyes the distortion of skin on Oliver's thigh.

It was a horrible sight to behold, still pink and healing. The wound had obviously been deep, through all layers of flesh, even to muscle perhaps, and Oliver would carry the mark for the rest of his life. Katie held her palm to it and smiled apologetically at Oliver; the scar was so large its edges poked out from under her dainty palm.

She kissed him then, her heart burning apologies up her throat and into her lips, transferring to him silently all the things she could not say aloud. "...all of it. I promise. I'm all yours."

Katie didn't care about the scar. The scar was a physical mark on the body of a man she knew to be strong as an ox. It was the tender boy inside the man's rough build that she cared for and loved. He was much more susceptible to scarring than his body, merely the physical vehicle through which he lived.

Katie lay herself out next to Oliver, their legs tangled as she cupped his face and kissed him. Six years. She had waited six years to hold him like this and nothing, not Oliver's recent horrors or her own emotional insecurities were going to take that away from them; Katie was going to protect their moment for the both of them.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-12 12:31 pm UTC (link)

Even though years had past between their first time and now, Oliver couldn't keep his hips from grinding against hers like a school boys. He couldn't help it. He was finally fully lost in something. He felt protected and taken care of and he wasn't concerned with anything but the immediate release he knew he would find in Katie's arms.

He stilled when she palmed his thigh, wondered immediately if she knew what it meant, but her kind reassurances were enough for the now, enough to satiate his doubting mind long enough for him to lose himself once more. The rest of his clothes came off with ease and when they were both finally nude he thought perhaps he'd never be cold again, he felt so on fire. He returned from the kneeling position he'd been in after he'd kicked off his pants and he pressed himself over her once more. His hands guided her thighs back up and around his and he groaned at the feeling of his skin pressed against hers and for one last moment, he stilled.

He was so close. All he had to do was push and he'd be home free, lost fully in her and oblivion. As it was he stopped, pressed several languid kisses against her skin until he reached her lips and very quietly, he asked her if she was ready. He made know sound, but he spoke with his mouth, with his tongue against hers. He couldn't give her much, but he could give her now and he wanted to make sure he gave it to her properly, like she deserved.

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irish_bell
2008-06-12 03:14 pm UTC (link)

With her hands stroking his back, Katie nodded, arching her hips to meet Oliver's. This was what she wanted, what she had always wanted. Even if it was only in this moment that her feelings were returned. Katie would take it over the alternative because in this exact moment, their bodies fitting together like two perfect halves of a whole, Oliver wanted Kate back. Knowing that much was like owning all the treasure in the world and Katie felt rich with passion. Oliver was the prized piece and she hated anyone who didn't see in him all the wonderful and magnificent things she could.

Oliver was smart. He was witty and wickedly cunning and a great Quidditch player to boot. Katie knew his skills on the pitch and in the classroom and had seen him at his best and worst. And at his worst, Oliver seemed to her better than many. He was brave and strong. A survivor. And yet, Oliver was also tender and easily moved. He was everything wonderful ever and as Oliver thrust into Katie, she held him close against her breast protecting him from the world because to Katie, he was more precious than gold.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-13 12:46 am UTC (link)

Oliver groaned as he sank into her warmth, but quickly stifled himself. There weren't any wards on his room, no silencing charms and he suddenly became very aware of the magic he wasn't able to perform any longer. He groaned in frustration and arched into her once more, tearing his mouth away from hers and kissing her earlobe, his voice gruff and low in her ear.

"Dinna get too carried away, we've no privacy." And though he could have very well asked her to do it, he didn't want to. He wanted to kiss her again and pull her thighs tighter around his own. He wanted to drive into her until his vision went hot at the edges. He took her lower lip between his, nipping at it slightly before kissing her once more. His hips met hers in an easy dance, one both familiar and strange. He cared for Katie, needed her friendship and her care for him, but at this moment he needed her body more, needed every touch she could give him, every bead of sweat that trickled down between her breasts. He gripped at her thighs and tried to pull her as close to him as he could, all the while pressing kisses to her lips and along her jaw, trailing so far as to press hot kisses against her collarbone and her shoulder.

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irish_bell
2008-06-13 01:24 am UTC (link)

Katie grappled at Oliver's back, tugging him closer with every thrust. She wanted to keep him here with her forever; Katie had heard about time traveling once, studied about it in a book over the Christmas holidays from Hogwarts. What she wouldn't give for a time device now, to relive these precious moments and Oliver's words as often and as long as she could take the sweet ecstasy.

Katie's body boiled and welcomed Oliver with each movement. "I'll try.." she groaned in a hushed voice. Katie tangled her fingers in his hair; it was dense and healthy and smelt of summer and sweat, "..you're just- oh! hmm, you're very fit. Merlin you feel amazing."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-13 05:59 am UTC (link)

He pressed his mouth against her shoulder to stifle the sound of his voice. His breath came hot and frantic against her skin and he thought, for one brief second, he thought he might have a heart attack. She was so tight, so hot and wet around him. He bit her shoulder lightly, groaning again. He clutched at her thighs, sliding one hand between them to cup her breast, his fingers pressing into her skin, desperate (always desperate) for contact.

"God, Katie," he murmured and moved to kiss her once more. She was so tight, so small and petite and fire in his hands. He pressed further, trying to push her along with him, driving with all his might towards the edge and the comfort he hoped to find there.

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irish_bell
2008-06-13 12:27 pm UTC (link)

On the other hand, Katie was running from the edge. She wasn't ready to topple over because although the free-fall had its endless attraction as soon as she hit the bottom it would be over and Katie wasn't ready yet to let go of Oliver. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice because Oliver was rubbing her in just the right ways, kissing her like he was stealing her oxygen and it made Katie light-headed.

"Oh god, oh, ugh, Oliver!" it was more than she could possible bear and she pressed her mouth to Oliver's neck, burying her vision in her partner's warmth.

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woodatdawn
2008-06-13 03:04 pm UTC (link)

His lips claimed her neck, sucking hard, desperate to use his mouth to pull her over the edge with him. At this rate he'd be falling over the edge and leaving her behind, just as he'd done at Hogwarts - and he refused to do so now. He nipped at her skin before kissing her once more. He trailed his thumb in agonising circles around her nipple. He tried to kiss her as slowly as he could, knowing there was no way he'd be able to slow the desperate thrusting of his hips. He needed her too much and was too far gone to pull back now, but he wanted her to know that he would if he could.

He wished he could have warned her before he came, but it caught even him off guard. The slow working build overcame him all at once and he was soon groaning into the crook of her neck, crying out her name in muffled tones. His body shook hard against hers and all at once it was too much. It was all too much and the tears started falling before he could stop them. His chest heaved against hers and he pressed his eyes against her skin instead of his mouth, trying desperately to stifle the tears that were already spilling over his cheeks.

All of the pent up emotions from the last six months, all of the ache and pain he'd refused to cry over was quickly boiling over the edge. He bit his bottom lip in a stubborn attempt to quiet the sounds.

"Oh, God," he sobbed and clung to her body, burying his face in the crook of her neck and letting go. He was horrible. He should have registered willingly. He could have gone on blindly playing Quidditch, visiting Emilie, having drinks with George and Katie. He'd never have gone to Azkaban or blown the codger, he'd never taken money to flog himself and he'd have been able to pay his Gram's bills and taxes with his earnings from the game, not from skulking about Knockturn or spying for McGonagall. The sounds coming from him now were just as animalistic as moments before, but now it was pain the fueled them not pleasure.

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irish_bell
2008-06-23 12:41 pm UTC (link)

Release was so close. Oblivion and paradise and all the sweet-savoury bits of life crept into Katie's fingertips, crawling under the nail and starting a carbonated fizzle up into her fingers before it suddenly vanished, replaced by a heavy weight upon her heart. Oliver was crying.

Oliver Wood never cried. Not unless it was over Quidditch and even then, he seemed more to shout and shake and turn red in the face than actually cry. But here he was, on top of and in Katie Bell, clinging to her body like a man clings to the edge of a rope off a cliff and, as evidence would have it, crying.

Katie's heart broke and she held her friend tightly, pressing calming kisses into the side of his face, worry etched into her usually cheerful wrinkles. "It's alright.. that's good," she reassured him, keeping him close. "Just let it all go, Oliver. I've got you. I promise, you're safe..."

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woodatdawn
2008-06-24 03:47 am UTC (link)

He clung to her for a long time, not really registering time or space or anything but the sudden clenching in his chest.

"I've done it all wrong. I've fucked it all up." He repeated both phrases as he cried against her shoulder. "Oh, God, I've fucked it all up. I'm sorry, Katie..." He wanted to bite her shoulder to muffle his voice, but all he could do was press further into her in an attempt to block out the sound. His eyelids felt heavy and sealed and his throat ached from the harsh sounds it was producing.

His hot, heaving breaths began to come with less frequency until finally Oliver was doing almost nothing more than snuffling quietly against her skin, the tears barely flowing, his mind a pulsing numb and raw extension of his heartbeat, his whole body and aching, throbbing sore.

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irish_bell
2008-06-30 08:19 pm UTC (link)

There wasn't much Katie could do, or if there was no one had ever told her. Even though she'd grown up with three brothers Katie couldn't recall a time she had seen any of them cry. Not even at their father's funeral. So to have Oliver here now, completely out of his normal character had Katie wishing for a manual on how to operate and fix crying men.

"You haven't fucked anything up, Oliver..." she cooed in as comforting a voice as she could. Katie ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead again, "There's nothing to apologise for... absolutely nothing. You hear me?"

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woodatdawn
2008-07-01 12:51 pm UTC (link)

He took a deep breath, tried to steady himself against the solid touch of her skin, the pull of her embrace. He shifted slightly, bringing his head from the crook of her neck and closer to hers. He pressed his cheeks against hers and took another breath, then another, trying to force away all the consuming him, but then images of the old codger creept back in and oliver gagged, pressing his mouth against the skin of her neck to smother the sound.

"God, Katie, I've- I-"

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