Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“Charmer,” Melinda smiled with a slight shake of her head and grinned when he squeezed her. She wasn’t the important one, they were, she and Oliver, though she loved the sentiment behind it, and yes, she was well aware that she was being charmed. Maybe it was because she knew there was so much more to Oliver than the soppy comments – that really weren’t all that soppy, rather amazingly sweet and touching – and the flirting and the good looks. “To be honest,” she began admitting, “if I’d thought they were special I probably wouldn’t have let their reactions to Roger influence me, and I’m sure that if you’d run away screaming I would have run right after you and told Roger to stop being a git.” Following Oliver’s gaze, she grinned at Roger, before she looked back to Oliver. “Oh, you think?” she laughed. “He’s told you about those other people, too?” For some reason that didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her, was that with how many people knew about his feelings for Marcus, Marcus didn’t seem to get it.
Intrigued by his grin, Melinda looked to the folded piece of parchment, her own smile turning into an “Ohh,” of comprehension as Oliver slipped it into her pocket. She wanted to kiss away that awkwardness in his grin, it didn’t belong there, not when he had somehow managed to turn something as unromantic as a clean bill of health into a gesture that made her heart swell a little for him. Instead she leaned into him as he put his mouth by her ear. She closed her eyes and breathed in the warm, familiar scent of him, smiling when she felt his breath ghost over the shell of her ear. “I love it, thank you,” she said softly, kissing the spot just below his ear. “Mine is in the nightstand right by the bed.” She kissed his jaw, nuzzling the lobe of his ear. “We don’t have to not use them anymore, but now there won’t be any concerns or panic if things get…” Melinda smirked and dealt a gently nip to the lobe she had just nuzzled, “urgent.”