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Angelina Johnson ([info]angelina_flies) wrote in [info]thegossipwitch,
@ 2009-02-27 00:27:00

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Entry tags:char: angelina johnson, char: oliver wood

Who: Angelina and Oliver
What: Party Planning!
Where: Angelina's flat
When: 26th February, Evening
Status: InComplete/This is not for the kiddies!


"Okay, I'm about to admit that I might need your help with something," Angelina said as she came around her kitchen table, depositing a pint in front of Oliver before she poured a drink for herself. She'd managed to pull things together for Ali's party rather efficiently while still keeping it a secret, so she was rather proud of herself.

"The party for Ali is tomorrow night at the Beater's Bat, and of course it's a surprise, but I need you to help get her there," Angelina admitted before she took a sip from her glass. "Nothing too difficult, I just have to be at the pub to organize guests and whatnot, so I need you to do something creative to get her there at nine."

"Your mission is simple, Wood. Do you accept?" Angelina asked, barely maintaining her serious tone.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 12:18 am UTC (link)
Oliver snorted, patting down his front pocket for the packet of cigs inside. He tapped out a spiff from inside, eyes squinted upward as if truly contemplating her request. "I guess." After a beat, he gave a faint smile. "It's not really simple, though. Talking her into going out to a club isn't going to be simple. Have we got a sitter for Tommy?"

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 12:23 am UTC (link)
"I can arrange for somebody to look after him, I have the name of the girl that Ali usually leaves him with somewhere about this place," Angelina said with a sheepish smile, casting a glance at her refrigerator which was plastered with notes and reminders. The girl's floo address was likely in there somewhere.

"Then don't tell her where you're taking her," Angelina said after taking a pull on her ale. "Make up something, I know you're capable of being clever from time to time."

"I'm glad that I didn't have to do much to convince you to help me out," Angelina added with a smirk.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 12:25 am UTC (link)
At that, he appeared to reconsider his situation. "Well, fuck. I could've milked it a little, couldn't I've?"

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 12:31 am UTC (link)
Angelina raised an eyebrow. "How could I possibly convince you to help me, Oliver?" she asked softly as she leaned over the table, a bit of a grin playing over her lips. This one time she would play into his game a bit.

"Yeah, you probably could have milked that situation a lot more, love," Angelina said as she abruptly stood to rinse her now empty glass in the sink.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 12:34 am UTC (link)
"Figures," Oliver grumbled, lighting his cig and a taking a short pull before offering it to her when she came back to lean next to him at the table. "I'll tell her... I dunno, something. Arts and crafts show. I'll figure it out."

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 12:41 am UTC (link)
Angelina snorted with laughter. "Just this once," she said as she plucked the cig from his fingers and raised it to her lips.

"Arts and crafts show? Since when did you start playing for the other team?" She asked with a laugh. "No way in hell is that story going to work on Ali," Angelina said as she shook her head.

"If you manage to pull this off with Ali, I'll be forever in your debt," Angelina said with a grin as she nudged him.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 12:43 am UTC (link)
An eyebrow arched and a mischievous, semi-nasty grin pulled at his lips. "Oh. That alone is worth the trouble, Ang."

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 12:48 am UTC (link)
"Somehow I knew that would be enough for you," Angelina said as she rolled her eyes, smiling at the easy manner of their teasing.

"With proper incentive, anything is possible, I know that," she said as she raised a hand to properly ruffle his hair.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 12:52 am UTC (link)
He caught her hand deftly - not a surprise considering what he does for a living, but since she does the same, it's safe to say she let him catch her - and tugged her into him, smirking. "I remember. Vividly."

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 12:59 am UTC (link)
"You do?" She asked as he tugged her against him. "The last time we had this conversation, your memory seemed to be a bit foggy," Angelina said, referencing the quick chat they'd had at Parkinson's Masquerade. She was glad that the papers hadn't printed anything too incriminating about the dance they'd shared.

"But if you remember, you don't really need a reminder of how well you could be rewarded," she said as she raised a hand to his chest, as if she were about to push him away.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 01:08 am UTC (link)
He was already leaning against her hand, anticipating being fought off. In fact, that was a bit of the fun of it, wasn't it? His eyes crinkled just slightly at the corners, the only sign of anything like a real smile, and he turned his head slightly to take another pull off the joint. An eyebrow arched at her again, considering, chin tilting up slightly, as if sizing her up. "My memory sucks. Or I can pretend it does, anyway."

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 01:16 am UTC (link)
"You're willing to pretend that you can't remember?" Angelina asked. The position they were in had her pinned, the only movement she was capable of only had her pressing closer against him.

"Then why don't you do what you need to do to remind yourself?" she challenged. Oliver was only a bit taller than she was, she had always been tall for a woman, but he still overpowered her in this position. Angelina didn't like the feeling, but she couldn't really be bothered when he was pressed so firmly against her.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-02-27 01:24 am UTC (link)
His fingers tightened on her wrist just briefly before letting go entirely, pushing himself to stand his full height. He stubbed the cig out on the underside of her table, grinning at the tetchy noise she made at the action. The fingers of his free hand grazed up her hips, hazel eyes locking on her a long moment, again as if he's sizing her up.

The moment seemed to stretch forever, likely uncomfortably, unnervingly long for Angelina, but then he ducked in, palm cupping to her hip to tug her again as he mouth caught hers. The kiss wasn't necessarily rough, but it was by no means gentle; he knew where Angelina's comfortable level lay (somewhere near his, in fact), and tender wasn't how either of them played the game.

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-02-27 01:32 am UTC (link)
Her eyes narrowed when he put his cigarette out on her table. She didn't care if he smoked in her flat, Angelina knew that the place was shite, but that table was hers.

Oliver's hand went to her hip, his palm nestled against the small patch of skin revealed between her shirt and trousers, and Angelina couldn't help but bite her lip. Her eyes locked confidently on his. This was familiar territory.

If Oliver hadn't made the move when he did, Angelina would have. He pulled her close again, lips meeting, and one of her arms moved to wrap around his neck, the other instantly moving to flirt with the hem of his shirt at his back. She groaned at the sudden contact, the sound caught somewhere between her throat and Oliver's mouth.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-03-02 09:42 pm UTC (link)
A hand cupped the side of her face, holding her firm to the kiss, fingers tangling slightly in her hair, and already she was shifting against him in a distracting manner. His knee nudged between her legs and she complied, pitching her hips forward a little and effectively doing two things: straddling his leg, and simultaneously driving him insane.

Impatience peaked immediately and he had her up on the chair, pushing himself to stand between her legs.

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-03-02 09:52 pm UTC (link)
"Fuck, Oliver," Angelina said as she broke the kiss, balancing herself in the chair. Her breaths came quickly as she maneuvered, pulling him closer by the waist of his trousers as her hands worked quickly beneath his shirt. In a matter of seconds, Angelina had his shirt on the floor and was pulling his lips back to hers. It was always intense like this, there wasn't time for emotion to get in the way because she just needed to feel him.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-03-02 09:57 pm UTC (link)
Subconsciously aware the chair wasn't safest, he bodily lifted her again, shifting them over a touch to settle on the table instead. Confident she was secure now, he pressed against her completely, growling against her mouth when she raked her nails over his back. His own nails, blunt against the scratchy denim of her trousers, deftly slid up the sides of her thighs and right up underneath her shirt, shucking it off her without hesitation.

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-03-02 10:04 pm UTC (link)
"Shite, just pick a place Wood, don't care where," Angelina said in frustration, her fingers gripping his hair as she moved against him. When her shirt was finally, blissfully gone, Angelina pressed herself more fully against him, groaning instantly at the feeling of Oliver's skin against hers. She wasn't exactly sure how they'd managed to get in this position, but Angelina didn't mind. At all.

Her lips moved against his, and in the flurry of movement, Angelina managed to slip her hand between their bodies to open the fly of his trousers. She reached inside, her fingers moving teasingly over the fabric of his pants. "Haven't fucked on the table in a while," she said with a smirk as her fingers briefly dipped beneath the waistband of his pants.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-03-02 10:22 pm UTC (link)
Agitated she was teasing (even as he thoroughly enjoyed it), he decided on retaliation: fingers slipped in under the front of the waistband of her own jeans, fingers curving to pull, using the jeans as leverage to force her to collapse back on the table. He smiled at the yelp she gave as a bowl of fruit fell off the table, as he felt her legs tighten around his waist reflexively to keep her balance.

His fingers slipped back out of the band, up the flat plane of her belly. A palm rolled softly over the swell of her right breast, fingers catching again, this time in the lacy fabric of the cup of her bra, tugging it down as his head tilted aside to give a leisurely lick down the straining angle of her neck.

"So I'm not the only one that could do with a reminder," he said with feigned innocence that neither of them were buying, his voice muffled against the skin of her shoulder.

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-03-02 10:35 pm UTC (link)
"You're going to clean that up later," she said as she heard the bowl crash to the floor, scattering fruit about the kitchen.

Angelina groaned at the feeling of his tongue against her skin. Being reminded was definitely a good feeling, she decided, even after he'd pushed her back against the table for teasing. "You can remind me of how this feels any time," Angelina said, unable to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips as he pulled her bra out of the way.

She moved to place her weight on her elbows, giving her a better view of what Oliver was doing, as well as giving her space to free the clasp of her bra herself. She impatiently pushed the garment out of the way as her hips moved against Oliver's. The friction was good, but it wasn't enough.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-03-02 10:50 pm UTC (link)
Again, Angelina both frustrated and pleased him - the bra was gone but her hips were pretty ruthless, and he was determined to get to her first despite it. Wet lips brushed further down her torso, dropping random, slightly sucking kisses as he went, taking to a particularly thorough one at one nipple. His hands met at the fastenings to her jeans, practically forcing the button open, a thumb slipping between the cotton to split the zipper down.

His mouth drew back, straightening himself - the only parts of their body still touching where her legs to his hips - and locked eyes with her as he tugged her jeans off.

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-03-02 11:06 pm UTC (link)
Her fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved over her body. Angelina bit her lip in an attempt to stifle the groan that threatened to move past her lips, but it only did so much good. She surrendered the fight to get at his pants first because it felt so good not to fight him on this, especially if he kept doing things like that against her breast with his lips.

Angelina's eyes locked locked on Oliver's again as has he removed her jeans. A shiver ran down her spine when he finally pulled them from her legs, leaving her only in her knickers. "What's your next move, Wood?" Angelina asked with interest, fully aware of the display she created over her kitchen table.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-03-02 11:11 pm UTC (link)
"Where to begin, you mean?" Oliver asked with a smirk, a Quidditch-callous palm sliding along her side to her hip again, a thumb flexing to catch the side of her knickers. His other hand caught her leg at the back of the knee, lifting it up. "I was thinking of eating you out first."

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-03-02 11:21 pm UTC (link)
Angelina's heart raced at his words, and she really wished that he would just get her knickers out of the way and get to it. She sat comfortably on the table although he had her legs splayed and she knew that he could tell how turned on she was. She loved the feel of his hands, the rough texture of the against her skin and inside her drove her crazy.

"You can do whatever you want," she bargained, "As long as I get to taste you before the night's over." Angelina's eyes were heavy-lidded as she found herself, once again, waiting for him to make the first move.

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[info]imdesigner
2009-03-02 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Not that he needed verbal permission, but now that it was granted, he moved; her knickers came off without much preamble and he hooked the knee he had in his hand at his shoulder, spreading her further. "Can't turn down a deal like that, now can I?" he mumbled, eyes down, drinking her in.

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[info]angelina_flies
2009-03-02 11:38 pm UTC (link)
"You'd be absolutely crazy to turn me down," Angelina said with a wink. She looked down at him, pulling him closer as her leg hooked over his shoulder.

"Fuck love, I can't wait," she groaned in frustration, needing his touch somewhere, absolutely anywhere. She wished that she could touch more of him from this position, but it was nearly impossible with her on the table and him between her legs. "Oliver, please," she managed to bite out. She wouldn't beg, but he was the only one that Angelina would ask.

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