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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Oliver couldn't move, or talk, or even think very well. His brain was just making happy buzzy sounds as she laid on his chest and drew random shapes into his pecs. He could get used to this.

Truthfully, Oliver was a romantic. He DID fall in love quickly and hard, but that didn't make this less real. He sometimes thought he felt things he didn't, but he knew very quickly that he thought Mel was good for him. She made him laugh, and she was warm and smart and full of life. That was just the kind of girl that Oliver couldn't resist and he felt like pinching himself to make sure she was truly there.

He moaned only slightly at her wet kisses to his chest and then shook his head at her hello. "Hi yourself," he said, closing his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh that's lovely, never stop doing that ever. I'm sorry, you'll need to give up your career to go around running your hands over my head. I hope you like quidditch!" he joked, though he cuddled into her as he said it. He opened his eyes are her confession, gathering her close and kissing her softly before he answered.

"I fell for you days ago. Weeks. And I'm only falling harder. The feeling is entirely mutual," he said, his hand moving gently down the curve of her hip. "But," he said, practicality taking over. "I do need to run to the loo to...take care of things. Don't go anywhere," he said, kissing her forehead and hurrying off, no shame in his naked form as he hurried down the steps. Only downside to rubbers was the cleanup, he thought.