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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He was glad that Melinda hasn't hesitated or seemed to mind moving to the couch. It wasn't that their other kisses hadn't been passionate, but except for the first ones in the London Eye, they'd been relatively chaste. There was no mistaking the hunger that their snogs took on now, and he reveled in her nuzzles and the kisses she made along his jaw. "I like your kinds of distractions," he murmured, his large, sure hands kneading into the supple skin of her back and hips.

He had to admit, he was a little over the top when it came to working out. He did it mostly for quidditch, but the added result of being pleasing to women, especially this woman, was a very nice bonus. He drew his breath in sharply as she pushed up his shirt, kissing along his stomach and torso. He lifted his arms to help her pull of his shirt, smiling at her, his hands going to her waist. He kissed her again, even more hungrily, his hands now moving to her legs, stroking up to her thighs. "No fair," he said pulling away a bit, laying kisses along her neck and collarbone. "I'm at a disadvantage...shouldn't you be topless too?"