who: Oliver & Oberon. what: Oliver invited Oberon over. when: 29 March, early evening. where: Oliver's home. rating: NC-17. incomplete
After the Quidditch match, Oliver spent a good portion of his day celebrating with his teammates and their fans at a local pub. While winning wasn’t everything, it sure as hell felt like it was sometimes. Oliver was quidditch obsessed, anyone that knew him, knew that fact. But more than just the adrenaline rush and danger that came with his job, it was the competitive nature of it. He couldn’t help that he was naturally a reckless, adrenaline junkie who loved a good fight to the finish regardless of what that ‘fight’ entailed. More times than he could count something between him and a mate to became a game or a competition simply because it was more fun.
The only problem was, was that rush didn’t always wear off quickly. When all was said and done though, Oliver was still restless and still had energy to spare. He tried to find things to occupy his mind. The celebrations certainly didn’t hurt but once that wore off, he’d excused himself and gone home. Attempting multiple different activities to try and get his mind to calm down ended with him in his training room just running.
Eventually discovered he had responses to his writings. And, after several, grinned when he realized Oberon was going to come over. Knowing that, Oliver decided rather than being a sweaty mess, he should at least attempt to look decent. Or as decent as someone like him coming. So, with a quick “nox” closing out his illusion of a field that he was ‘running in’, he headed for his bedroom and ultimately, his shower to wash up.
A half-hour later, he walked into the remaining part of his cottage, petting the dogs, a Scottish Terrier and a Skye Terrier that were waiting on him. “We have company so behave tonight, ladies.” Oliver knelt down, petting both of them, which in turn pulled the white shirt on his usual outfit tighter against him.