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 chuckled and tapped Melinda playfully on the nose. "I guess it's just as well you're the host because if you say things like that it gives me ideas." He gave her a long crooked glance, happy to let his mind clear of anything but this little capsule on top of the world, even though he knew they needed to leave soon. It was nice, taking this moment out of time.
He hand't expected her to stop him from getting back on the broom, let alone for her to kiss him again, and with such passion. He carefully lowered his broom back on the bench (okay, he was a quidditch man at heart and that baby meant the world to him. His baby brother designed it stick by stick after all), before wrapping his arms around Melinda, his large Keeper's hands clutching at her pretty dress. It was a moment before he could process what she was asking, and he found himself giving a funny answer. "We could. But birthday girl, you're special. So, while I'm happy to keep snogging you silly later, I think I'm going to say that's where we'll end it." He wasn't sure why, but something told him not to go too fast with this one. He smile at her and brushed hair out of her face. "Maybe we could watch the sunrise together. I know another great spot," he added, kissing her nose.