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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I'll be happy to show you," Oliver said, delighted. He was definitely a man who was better with showing how he felt rather than using words. His smile was near to breaking his face, but he also had much lustier thoughts in his head. The two were mixing rather nicely, he thought, kissing her lightly, his head swimming, his body doing all kinds of things.

"No, okay, not perfect, no one is. But great great great," he repeated, kissing her between 'great's, conscious of not putting her on a pedestal like he had with Gwenog. That was part of his problem in the past-he hadn't thought of her as human and he couldn't deal with her human faults. He would be better with Melinda, he promised himself. But he loved the moan, more than he could ever say.

"Yes ma'am," Oliver said, following her orders, and before he could blink she was pulling off his trousers and pants in one go, and she was out of her bra and he was so warm all over he didn't know it was possible. "I want you too," he said back, kissing her, hard, his body shivering at her touch. He ran his hand along her backside and hooked on the waistband of her panties, tugging on them, indicating that she should be as naked as he was. He ran a hand along her inner thighs, brushing against her where the knickers currently covered, teasing her. "Maybe we should move this up to the bed?"