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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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_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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