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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-04 10:19:00

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character: melinda bobbin, character: oliver wood

RP: Delivery!
Who: Melinda and Oliver
What: Nursing Oliver’s wounds
Where: Oliver’s flat
When: Thursday, September 4 – early evening
Rating: NSFW - Sexual activity

There were few times when Melinda wasn’t pleased with her position as the main source of cakes and desserts in Monument Alley, but when she had been notified of the rush order for chocolate ice cream, she had been tempted to let her mother handle it. But then she had seen the name of the customer, and Miss Spinnet had always been a considerate customer so for her to put in a rush order like that it had to be important (or as important as chocolate ice cream could be). So while the cream had been freezing, Melinda had placed the order for pizza, packed up a selection of the eclairs and a couple of the other cakes she had noticed Oliver liking and had hung her chef’s coat and waited for Miss Spinnet to pick up her order.

It really was only a few minutes longer than the half hours she had promised Oliver, before she knocked on the door to his flat, balancing the box of pastries (charmed to stay cool) on top of the pizza box (charmed to stay warm). “Delivery,” she smiled – her heart was pounding and her stomach felt funny, in the best way possible, when she saw him – and then nodded towards the Owl that had just landed next to her with a sizeable box. “And… delivery.”

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-07 06:06 am UTC (link)

No disadvantages would be an understatement. He knew Mel was beautiful-that anyone could see at first glance. He knew even more that she was kind, and good, and fun, and had a great laugh. He knew her memories and her hopes and he couldn't wait to know more. But you add to it the fact that she was SEXY, and Oliver couldn't help his hunger for her. This wasn't a one night stand. It was a girl he proper liked, one he wanted to proper date. She was now in only the sexiest of bra and knickers, her soft skin against him, his fingers tracing down the curve of her back and the soft flesh of her ass.

He pulled back from their heated kiss, placing kisses along her jaw and neck, moving closer to her chest. His hands roamed her body, revealing in her, but he wanted to tell her something before they went any further and he hoped she wouldn't put her clothes back on and leave, though he had a feeling she wouldn't. "Mel," he said, his mouth leaving kisses along her skin between words. "I want you. I want to make you cry in pleasure, and all the rest, but...I want us to be a couple. I know it's fast. I know maybe too fast. But I care about you. And I don't just want a shag as friends. Will you risk it? With me?"

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_melinda_
2014-09-07 06:45 am UTC (link)

Melinda hissed, her back arching with the touch of Oliver’s fingers, stretching her neck to keeps his kisses coming only to instead lean back slightly, trusting him completely. She could feel him, hard and warm through his trousers against her and the warmth of his chest against her hard nipples pushing against the diaphanous fabric of her bra. She wanted him, it would be ludicrous for her to try and claim otherwise and she could feel his want for her, too, but it was more than that.

Rolling her hips against him, she hummed softly when he said her name. She liked the way it sounded, and hadn’t expected there to be more. But there was, and each word, she realised, made her feel a little bit lighter, a little bit happier and in an odd way immensely proud of him and touched that he cared like this. She didn’t want his kisses to stop, but… Gently she urged his head up until he was looking at her. That rush of feeling that coursed through her nearly made her gasp as she looked into his eyes and caressed her finger along his hairline – brushing his hair out of his forehead – down to his cheek. She touched the laugh lines by his eyes as she nodded. “Yes,” she said softly, her smile brightening just because she was looking at him. This was Oliver, who had given her the chance to get to know him, instead of just the quick one-night stand that they so easily could have been. Oliver who was so much more than she had believed him to be when he had ‘just’ been one of her favourite customers in the shop. Oliver who trusted her and had opened up to her about all the things the public didn’t get to see and who she could see was running a risk by asking these questions – even if there was no way she would have turned him down. “I want us to be a couple,” she repeated his words, wanting to leave no doubt about her feelings for him. “I don’t want to care if we’re too fast or too slow because it’ll just be us. I want that with you because I care about you. I care about you a lot.” With a wave of her hand, without taking her eyes off his, she summoned her wand, using that to summon her purse. She leaned in and kissed him gently, one hand rummaging through her purse until she found what she had been looking for. With a small smirk she look at him again, and presented him with the small foil package she had just excavated. “I’m on the Potion, but just until we both have certified clean bills of health…”

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-07 07:55 am UTC (link)

For half a second, Oliver worried what Melinda would say about his condition. He knew it was a risk to put some on what happened between them, but he would rather risk her leaving than shag her without confirming that they had the same ideas about where the two of them were going. But she didn't leave. To his very great delight, she agreed. She wanted to be a couple too. He felt his heart swell, which meant much more than the swelling that was happening in his trousers. That was much less common, though no less exciting.

"I can't say how happy you just made me," Oliver said, his voice breathless and a bit gruff with emotion and more than a little gruff with his lust. He kissed her back, and then when she started rummaging and pulled out a rubber, his face broke out into a huge grin and he laughed a bit, running a hand through her hair and kissing her again. "You're perfect. I'd have summoned my own, but do you know how sexy and amazing and perfect it is that you brought it? Mel," he said, before kissing her again. He put her hands on his trousers to help him take them off. They were in this together, after all.

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_melinda_
2014-09-07 08:21 am UTC (link)

“You don’t have to say,” Melinda whispered, drawing in a deep breath because this was all overwhelming in the best possible way. “But you can show me if you want.” If there was one thing she had learned about Oliver in the past weeks it was though he was direct when he spoke, his actions often expressed more than his words did. That was a new thing for Melinda to get used to, but she was pretty sure that she was beginning to understand the way it worked. After all, she wasn’t one to usually put words to her feelings either, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t happy or excited.

“I’m not perfect,” she grinned back, her heart soaring with from the simple fact that her practicality shining through in an intimate moment like this hadn’t turned him off her. “I just didn’t want something as insignificant as a lacking condom be what made us stop,” she chuckled into the kiss, a chuckle that soon turned into a low, longing moan.

Finding the button and zipper of his trousers was easy enough, and the button was also relatively easy to get undone, but that was where the ease of it all ended. “Stand up,” Melinda murmured into the kiss, deepening it to have Oliver follow as she scooted out of his lap and stood up. She guided his hands to her back so he could undo her bra while she worked on his trousers. Once they were undone, she slid her hands down his sides, under the waist band, pushing down both his trousers and underwear down, revelling in the feel of his warm skin under her fingers. “I want you, Oliver,” she murmured against his lips as her fingers trailed up along his hard length.

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-07 06:42 pm UTC (link)

"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?"

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_melinda_
2014-09-07 07:56 pm UTC (link)

The feel of Oliver’s skin against hers had every fibre of her body stand on end; Melinda could have easily pointed out every single tiny place his body touched hers. That is, if she hadn’t been enveloped in his arms and was almost impossibly close to him. She trembled under his touch, licking at his upper lip as he tugged on her panties. Shimmying her hips a little – the moves making her grind against him – she let him work them down, only to find him leaving them right there, still on her hips.

Melinda’s yes fluttered closed and she licked her lower lip to keep the shuddering breath Oliver’s touch provoked from becoming a moan. Pressing a kiss to his chest, and another and then another, she glanced up to the loft where she could just see the edge of a bed. She leaned to the side and reached around Oliver for the foil package on the couch and pressed it into his hand. “Lead the way,” she smiled at him.

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-07 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Oliver didn't need much more hint than that. Rubber in hand, he took Melinda's hand and pulled her towards the stairs, kissing her on each step, until the reached his bed on the top. It wasn't fancy-it hadn't even a frame, but it was comfy when he pulled her into it, kissing her as he opened the foil, and rolled the condom on himself. This time when he pulled on her knickers, he made sure to pull them full off, and now he was greeted by the sight of her completely naked. It thrilled him, and his face lit up even more.

"Godric, you're gorgeous Melinda," he breathed, his body aching, his chest constricting, all for want of her. He kissed down her legs, along her hips, his hands roaming her soft thighs and teasing along her length, her wetness making him burn for her. "Tell me what you want, Mel. Anything that you want."

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_melinda_
2014-09-08 05:36 am UTC (link)

There were a couple of times along the way, when Melinda didn’t think they’d make it to the bed, because Oliver’s kisses kept drawing her in, and though the flat was small, there were a satisfying amount of steps and reasons to get lost in sloppy, giggling kisses. She laughed with delight when he pulled her down onto the surprisingly comfortable bed, sighing softly into his kiss and easily raised her hips and legs to let him take off her panties.

Looking up at Oliver as he took her in, Melinda drew her knee up a little, posing just a little, loving the way he looked at her and sight of this amazing and glorious man in front of her. Each kiss made her shiver, his hand on her thighs, on her slit had her moan softly, arching with his touch and seeking more of. She touched his chest, her toes trailing up along his leg. “Kiss me here,” she murmured, pointing to a spot just above her bellybutton, drawing in a sharp breath when he did. “And here,” she pointed to the lowest point of her sternum. “Here,” her voice was growing darker with want for him as she let her finger trail a pert nipple, and she continued pointing out places, until she pointed to her lips. “I want you,”

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-08 06:37 am UTC (link)

Oliver followed Melinda's orders. He kissed her every place she indicated, his tongue swirling over the skin of her nipples, and his fingers continuing to tease her, and he wanted to feel what it was like inside her. He kissed her, and heard her say she wanted him, and he could take it no more.

He lined his body up to hers, gently sliding along the length of her wet slit. He nudged her gently, kissing her neck, his hands brushing the hair from her eyes. "I want you too," he said, his voice husky. He nudged her again, his cock aching to slide inside, and he trailed fingers down her naked form. And then, when he'd teased her just enough, he pushed himself inside, his breath leaving him a bit as he reveled in her warm wetness. "Fuck, you're so amazing, Mel," he breathed, kissing her again deeply.

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_melinda_
2014-09-08 10:19 pm UTC (link)

This was torture. Delicious, enticing and arousing torture. After the weeks of going slowly, getting to know Oliver, the sudden change of pace had fanned her attraction to him into a decided want, and making out with him had already had her ready for him. But now? This close? His fingers and lips drawing small sighs and gasps from her and his warm body a safe and exciting weight against her side; Melinda was reaching the point where she was ready to beg for him to please, please just make love to her, that they had all the time in the world to play and experiment later, that right now she just wanted to feel him close in a different way from the closeness that had grown since their first kiss.

She felt him nudging against her, her hips arching up to meet him and her fingers caressing down from his shoulder over his arm to thread with his fingers as they explored her body. Her eyes met his, the fingers on her free hand digging into the back of his shoulder and her head pushing back into the mattress with a moan when he pushed into her. “My gods, Oliver,” she breathed, a breath that got swallowed by the deep kiss as she felt herself adjust to the sheer size of him. Raising her knee, she draped her leg over his hip and rolled her hips to take him in deeper, to make him move, longing to feel him move. “You feel so good,” she gasped kissing the side of his neck, though she was cut off when he pushed into her. “Nguh! You feel so good.”

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-10 01:50 am UTC (link)

Her words and clear pleasure made Oliver smile like he didn't know possible. Of course, it took him a moment to adjust, the build up and the pleasantness of her, how wonderful she felt, was enough to momentarily be a worry that it would be over far too soon. But after a pause, he opened his eyes and ran a hand along the curve of her body, pulling her closer to him, and began to move his hips, dipping deeper inside her and pulling out again, slowly at first, but building up speed. "You're the one who feels so good," he teased, kissing her neck, his hands caressing her.

He'd had sex loads of times. Maybe not with quite as many women as was rumored, but his fair share. The last time had meant next to nothing and had left him feeling empty and hollow. This? It wasn't insanely creative, but it hit him in ways nothing ever had. His lips found hers and he was lost in how wonderful she was.

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_melinda_
2014-09-10 12:38 pm UTC (link)

With a content and very satisfied, gasping smile, Melinda rested down onto Oliver’s chest, making no other move to shift from where she was straddling him. For a long moment or minute or hour – she really didn’t know and honestly didn’t care at this point – she just lay there coming down for the surging high Oliver had taken her to, feeling her own heart pounding furiously as she listened to his heart doing the very same thing against her ear. Idly, slowly, as her breathing began to ease, she trailed the tip of her finger in intricate patterns across his chest, just enjoying the closeness and the wonderfully anxious and light feeling inside of her.

Melinda had never been prone to sudden burst of extreme emotions or feelings, or to falling in and out of love at the snap of her fingers. But this, this thing with Oliver, this relationship that they had agreed to try for, these feelings that they both had for each other? It made her smile, it made her grin, it made her want to jump and bounce and kiss him until she lost track of where she ended and he began, made her want to spent the rest of entirely too long right here in bed with him and forget the world around them. She already knew him better than any of the men she had been with, but she wanted to get to know him better, though at this point, she knew him well enough to be more than comfortable about the way she felt about him, rather than wanting to hide and wait and see.

She licked three kisses to his chest before she moved up along his body until her elbows could rest on his shoulders and she could look into his eyes. “Hi,” she smiled, her eyes darting up to where her fingers were gently combing through his hair. Despite his enthusiasm in bed – or maybe because of it – she worried about his head and the injury he had sustained today, but still made no move to get off him. “You do know that I’m falling for you, right?” she asked him softly. “Hard.”

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oliverwoodwould
2014-09-11 07:57 am UTC (link)

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.

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_melinda_
2014-09-11 03:58 pm UTC (link)

“Of course, no problem,” Melinda purred, having no intentions of stopping. Oliver’s hair was soft and that look in his eyes made it feel even better as it slipped through her fingers. “I’ll just sell the shop and settle down as Personal Hair Stroker. It’d be a very select and elite clientele, comprising of one Mr. Oliver Wood, and nobody else.” Her purr turned into a content giggle as he cuddled her and a soft hum when he kissed her. By Rowena, she was addicted to this man and she didn’t care in the least.

She did know that he had feelings for her – after all, he’d said so himself – but to hear it like this had her take an extra deep breath to make up for the pleasant churning of her stomach. “Spoken like a true, competitive player,” she smirked and closed her eyes as he kissed her. “Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere,” she assured him, and though it felt a little lonely the moment his body wasn’t touching hers, the sight that greeted her almost made up for that loss. Appreciatively Melinda let her eyes take in the glory that was Oliver’s body, rolling in the bed until she could watch him from the small loft his bed was on.

Once Oliver was out of sight, she made good use of her wand and cleaned herself up with a couple of Charms, before she laid back down again. Maybe she wasn’t falling for him, her mind ever so helpfully supplied; hadn’t she already? Now that she thought about it, there was a very high probability that she had fallen for him when he had summoned his broom to ensure that she had at least a little romance on her birthday. That thought had her smiling. There had been plenty of romance in her life, but nothing to this level, even if it had only been a couple of heated kisses. No, now that she thought about it, Melinda already had fallen for this wonderful man, she had fallen hard, and surprisingly enough that didn’t scare her; it comforted her.

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