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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Oliver was not about to complain about going somewhere else if it meant another adventure with Melinda. Without even meaning to, his mind went back to the passionate kisses they shared on the London Eye. He found himself going back to that moment often over the last week or so, and that was a strange feeling for him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hung up on a girl, and it actually was a little scary at the same time. He knew Melinda a bit, and the more he got to know her, the more funny and adorable he found her. To be honest, he wouldn't have minded just watching her wash dishes, and that was something that kept him intrigued. "Whatever you want, Miss Bobbin, I am at your service. I'll keep you company until then, shall I?"

He leaned causally on a counter nearby, not able to stop himself from following the curves of her body, even in her chef's coat, and thought about the feeling of her hands grabbing his shirt. Well, this would be interesting if he couldn't keep his mind off wanting to kiss her, maybe against that counter across the room. When she walked up to him, letting her hands touch his stomach, he managed not to shiver visibly, and instead reached out and caught the loops of her trousers through his fingers with one hand and gently pushed a lock of hair off her face with another. "I'm up for whatever you are, Melinda," he said leaning forward to lay a quick kiss at the space where her ear met her jaw.

"Maybe we could find some take away, then?"