Oliver Bloody Wood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oliverwoodwould) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Oliver nodded, impressed by her business acumen. "Sounds like you have it all figured out. I can smile and show up in pamphlets just fine, so I think this should work out much better." He wasn't paying much attention to what Melinda was doing in order to leave. Once he had set his mind on sweeping Melinda off her feet, he cared very little for mundane details like the fact that she was meant to be hosting a party.
The feel of the wind in his face invigorated him, and Melinda's arms clinging to him were all the better for making him feel alive. He moved well on a broom, he knew it to be true, but he still was careful not to scare her by doing any flashy moves. At the Eye, he watched Melinda's reaction more than he paid attention to the beautiful view outside. The nice thing about the capsules were that it was easy to move around and see everything, while feeling perfectly safe at the same time. He felt it was a good analogy to him-on the one hand, seems dangerous, while on the other, safe as kittens.
"I'd hoped you say that. I like giving a beautiful girl something to remember on the day after her birthday." He closed the inches between them and kissed Melinda back, realizing he'd been waiting for this since they talked on the journals. His hands went to her hair, his fingers trailing down the back of her neck and around to stroke her throat. He pulled back only enough to whisper back, his breath warm on his lips and his voice low, "You're very welcome," before kissing her again.