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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
2014-09-11 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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