Kimb Baker (onlylooktwelve) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-11-01 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, kimb baker, oliver wood |
Who: Kimb Baker & Oliver Wood
When: Novemebr 1, 2001 Early morning
Where: Museum of Magical Britain, Kimb's flat
What: Nothing good is coming of this.
Warnings: Alluding to sex.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Private/Incomplete
He was standing on the verandah in the museum when it all started to go downhill. It faced inside the main atrium of the museum and he could see all the dancers and ball goers enjoying their evening. He knew he should probably go wash off his face, but there weren’t many people on the second floor and he didn’t feel much inclined to do anything but cool off. He didn’t want to piss Phillbert off any more by leaving, as Phillbert had made it very clear that they would be having a momentary talk as soon as the other man spoke to the press. So, there he was, waiting for Phillbert and waiting to go take care of his bloody broken nose and who walked up?
Kimb was trying to be diplomatic, but Oliver wouldn’t ever see it that way, and she’d never understand it from his perspective. She’d witnessed the entire scene and come bearing a pack of ice and a washcloth. It was the right thing to do as organizer and unofficial host of the ball. She was still rankled from her fight with Romilda, and broken up with Oliver or not, he was still an important past fixture in her life – and one she had loved, and liked considerably better than Cormac McLaggen. She told herself that someone should see about him.
And that had been the start of it all. Of course they’d both been awkward at first, strained How are you's mingled with tentative glances as she wiped the blood from his nose in the women’s loo upstairs. She had to get back to the gala, and he stuck around to be yelled at by Phillbert, but then her superior told her to go home and she’d bumped into him in the coat room and drinks at the pub down the way had led to coffee at her flat, which had been forgotten about when it the night turned to something else entirely.
He wasn’t sure at first, wary of sleeping with her, but then she begged him. Don’t you ever wonder how it would be again? Now that we’re older? We were young, naïve… don’t you wonder how we’d be now? and really she just wondered if all the rumors were true, if he was really so good in bed. She wondered if she were only attracted to Romilda physically, because she’d been the first person to give Kimb an orgasm. She wondered if Oliver could give her an orgasm now and if he did, would she still be attracted to Romilda? She wanted to pay the younger girl back for her cruel comments and prove she wasn’t frigid and naïve. Kimb could have meaningless sex, too.
And her words snagged him right where she’d meant them to, and he crumbled into hot kisses and open arms. He’d done everything in his power to prove to her that she’d made the right decision. He was careful and tender, everything he always swore he would be if he ever got the chance to prove himself to her. She was receptive and eager, but she was filled with guilt almost immediately after coming, and his frantic and passionate I love you’s only made it worse. She was already letting go of him when he pulled his lips away from her neck, eager to kiss her on the lips, eager to tell her I love you, eager to hold her close.
It was her face that had him withdrawing, the sad pity and retreating eyes. It hadn’t meant anything and her guilty look said it clearly. What the fuck was she playing at? Was she just doing this to fuck with his head? He’d left in a hurried blur of angry words and tears, but for the life of him, he'd never be able to understand why the fuck she was crying too.