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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He nodded, his brow furrowed, not wanting to think overmuch about his injury. He'd been injured before, he'd be injured again, it was just something that made him feel all too human and breakable. "I'd rather think about other things tonight. I could use a good distraction, from a very wonderful girl." He knew he was coming on strong now, but Oliver didn't have too many speeds. Despite not being entirely sure what to do with his feelings once he had them, he was sure he did. He knew he didn't want to mess Melinda about, and he knew that he wanted to see where this could go, even if it meant that he had to put himself out there and be vulnerable. Melinda could hurt him, yes, but he didn't think she would. She certainly wouldn't do it on purpose. So he made a conscious choice to not think too much more and to let his feelings take over.

And Melinda confirmed that he wasn't alone in his feelings. She felt them too. He couldn't put how he felt in proper words, so he put them into his lips, into his tongue as he met hers, in his hands as they pulled her closer, and he just wanted to feel for a while. He'd talked and explored her thoughts and memories and hopes. He wanted to explore more of Melinda, and have her explore him. If she wanted that too. He pulled her towards the couch, not planning, just wanting to be in a better place to kiss her. He pulled them down, her on top of him, him supporting her back, and he was reminded again how small and delicate she seemed next to him. It was strange since she seemed so larger than life, able to do him in with a look or a flick of her tongue.