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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Melinda’s heart broke a little for the pain in Oliver’s admission. Her head was still whirling with his first admission, that he had feelings for her, and they were both big and should be handled with the utmost care, because neither was to be made light of. “You don’t have to think about it tonight,” she assured him softly. “Later, when you’ve been cleared by the Healers and you’re not freshly reminded of it, yes, but not tonight.” If there was one thing Melinda had learned it was to not make major decisions while affected by emotion. One of the things she had fallen for in Oliver was his spontaneity; the very same spontaneity she hoped wouldn’t have him making a rash decision on what his life would be like after Quidditch.

“I have feelings for you, too,” Melinda whispered, when she found herself in Oliver’s arms, looking up into his blue, blue eyes, so serious and full of concern that she just knew. She nodded, barely moving her head, but she nodded; she was okay and she was falling. Melinda melted into the kiss, Oliver’s arms so strong and firm around her as she kissed him back, rising up on her toes just to be that fraction of an inch closer to him. The need for air had them breaking apart, but only barely, just enough to breathe. “I have feelings for you, too,” she breathed again, their faces still touching and her lips brushing against his with each word as she cupped his jaw, her fingers caressing the warm skin, slightly rough with the short stubble that had grown since this morning.