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Lydia. (cutiemchotskirt) wrote in irreparable,
@ 2011-02-05 18:29:00

Entry tags:

oliver wood, plot shot 2011, verity

WHO: Oliver and Verity Wood
WHAT: INSPIRATION
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Wood Household
RATING: TBD

Verity was sitting at the dining room table with her photo album out in front of her. She had about a hundred pictures from the wedding, and was trying to organize them into the album. A little late for it, but she didn't mind. She was looking at the pictures of her family, and Oliver with her brother, and the kids, and was thinking. She probably should have been doing more organizing and less thinking, but every time she saw one of those beautiful babies waving up at her from the photograph...

Something occured to her. Something deep and meaningful, almost spiritual. She stopped on a picture of her mother with her, smiling into the camera, and her insides gave a little jolt.

She was brought back to Earth by a loud grumble that came from her stomach. She'd been working so long she'd forgotten to eat lunch, and now it was dinner time. She started rapidly shoving the photos into the slots, hoping to finish up so she could find something to eat. She'd have to make something for Oliver (she hoped she didn't burn the place down in the process), too.

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flyingnimbus
2011-02-16 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Although slowly, Oliver's shoulder was healing. When he had first come home from St. Mungo's, he'd only been allowed to sit in bed, or if he were really careful and someone was there to assist him, the nearby sofa.

With the television Lizzie had installed being cooped up wasn't as bad as it could have been for someone like Oliver who would rather run ten miles than sit down for the same amount of time. But the distraction only remained effective for so long before Oliver had flat out insisted he be left to his own devices. They hadn't let him, of course, but being intelligent women they were able to make Oliver think they had.

After a few weeks, Oliver had been allowed to hobble round the house. It felt good on his legs, which were stiff and tired from too much rest. But his shoulder ached. Every movement, from climbing the stairs to tapping his toes set the nerves in his shoulder alight with fire. Oliver never said a word about it, however, too stubborn, too proud. Plus, his previous walks around the house might have been revoked.

As they weren't, however, he made his way around lunch-time down into the kitchen. The old Gregorian estate was Oliver's favorite, and its large, dungeon-like kitchen the foundation and heart of the home. He'd only been down there a few times since his injury, and he missed cooking.

'Hiya love,' Oliver greet Verity with a kiss to the back of her neck before nuzzling in and resting his chin on her shoulder. A feat, given their height difference. 'Lunch?'

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cutiemchotskirt
2011-02-16 08:25 pm UTC (link)

"Lunch, dinner, some kind of food would be good." Verity responded, turning to look at him with a smile on her face. Her husband was the light of her life, the only person in the world who made her feel so incredible.

The food was a mess, though. Verity really didn't do much cooking, any cooking, and what was in front of her on the counter was a complete disaster. How did she burn celery without even using heat?

"Can you help me?" She asked, dropping a smoldering vegetable into the sink.

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	flyingnimbus 2011-02-23 09:24 pm UTC (link)
	Oliver eyed the charred stalk with a mixture of amusement and mock sorrow for the waste. His wife was far too cute when slaughtering vegetables.'How about something easy? Baccy sannies. Think you can handle slicing some bread?' (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-24 05:26 am UTC (link)
	"I think I can. And, thank you for saving me from my own cooking." Verity said, blushing deeply and grinning. She lifted a hand to tuck some hair behind her ear. "Are you sure you can manage? How's your shoulder?" She asked, turning around to look up into his eyes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flyingnimbus 2011-02-25 07:32 am UTC (link)
	'Oh! Hey now, I'm not taking over, just directing. And my shoulder is perfectly well enough to give orders. So on you go' he teased, pushing her gently towards the knife block. 'I will help as much as I can.' (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-25 07:37 am UTC (link)
	Verity gave a little laugh and nodded, following his directions. She grabbed the absolute wrong knife for cutting bread, and then gave it her best shot. "You know," she mumbled as she wrenched her wrist back and forth, trying to make a dent in the crust, "I've been thinking. And... well, there's something you and I should talk about." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

flyingnimbus
2011-02-25 07:46 am UTC (link)

'Alright,' Oliver said through a couple of laughs. His wife was very, very blonde when it came to cooking. 'First though, can we talk about what the bloody hell you think you're doing?'

Reaching around Verity, Oliver carefully took the knife from her hand, wiped it clean on a rag, and thunked it back into the knife block. 'Bread knives should be long and serrated, like this one.' Oliver gave her the correct implement, and pointed to the metal teeth. 'See? This will slice through the bread without any work on your part. It's sharp enough you should be able to slice a piece of bread with one safe cut, away from yourself. Like this,' and he demonstrated in the air.

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	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-25 07:50 am UTC (link)
	"....oh." Verity gave a little nod, and accepted the knife from him. She frowned a little, looking at the knife with the teeth. "Why do they have to make so many different knives to cut different things? It's confusing." She said, then gave a little swipe and cut the slice of bread cleanly off the loaf. "...that's a lot easier." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flyingnimbus 2011-02-25 08:08 am UTC (link)
	'That's why,' he said smiling, more in love with Verity now than ever. It didn't matter what she did, she brought happiness into his life. 'When we cut the tomato, we'll use a different knife! 'Now, what did you want to talk about?' (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-25 11:23 pm UTC (link)
	"I really should just make you cook all the time." Verity said, tossing a smirk at him. She went on, cutting the bread into sandwich-appropriate sizes. "I think it's time to talk about having a baby." She said, keeping her eyes on the knife. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

flyingnimbus
2011-02-25 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Baby brought a smile to Oliver's lips. He'd been ready to have a baby for the better part of a decade. It was one of the reasons their engagement had been so short - though compared to their friends...

'Talk at me then! Do you think you're ready?' Verity was younger than Oliver and it was her body which would be doing all the work. The fact that she had brought up children before his patience for her to do so had worn out was miraculous to him, and a little sexy as well.

Then again, Oliver thought everything his wife did was sexy.

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cutiemchotskirt
2011-02-26 01:07 am UTC (link)

Verity finally looked over at him once the bread was cut. She was afraid she'd slice off a finger if she took her eyes away while she was cutting. The smile on his face made her heart speed up a little, and she couldn't help but smile herself.

"I'm ready." She said. She wasn't one hundred percent sure that she was ready, but she knew that she wanted to do this for him and with him, and that she had at least ten months to get ready. "I can stop taking my potion at any time."

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flyingnimbus
2011-02-26 02:08 am UTC (link)

Leaning the seat of his pants against the counter's edge, Oliver looked over his wife toe to head, hunger in his eyes. And not the sort that came from his stomach (which too, was still hungry). 'I don't know how, but that was incredibly sexy, what you just said.

'Sort of want to throw you over the table and just shag you now.' Unfortunately, that was just a thought because Oliver's shoulder was still too fragile for rough, playful sex. Though he really wanted it just now. 'Are you sure you're ready?' he asked more seriously. 'S'a big commitment. And as much as I want children with you someday, I don't mind waiting if you're not ready.'

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cutiemchotskirt
2011-02-26 02:41 am UTC (link)

Verity turned to him, grinning and blushing just a little when he called her sexy. "I wish you could, but not until your shoulder's better." She said, then stepped over to lean up on her toes and steal a brief kiss from his lips.

"I'm sure I'm ready. If you are." She added, doing her best to keep any hint of fear from her voice. "I want to give you babies. I want to give you a family--I want to make a family with you."

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flyingnimbus
2011-02-26 06:31 am UTC (link)

Immediately, Oliver bent down and caught Verity's lips with his teeth. Merlin, he wanted to shag her. Suggesting children should never be such a turn on.

But this was his kitchen which he shared with his mother; if they wanted to be intimate, upstairs was best, where Oliver could lay back (for the sake of his shoulder) and give control over to Verity. 'Then let's make a family,' and between his heavy kissing, the statement was sinfully naughty.

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	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-26 06:50 am UTC (link)
	Verity returned his kisses, both amused and pleased by his enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms down and around his waist, tugging in even closer as they kissed. It was amazing how wonderful he made her feel when he kissed her. "All right. Let's make a family." She said, grinning as she looked up at him. "Let's start today." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flyingnimbus 2011-02-26 06:56 am UTC (link)
	'Start right now,' he managed between nipping kissing. He'd come down for a snack and instead was taking his hunger out on his wife's plump lips. 'I've been ready since you first said the word "baby". Feel.' Guiding an arm out from behind his back, Oliver lowered Verity's hand to the front of his jeans, pressing her palm into his erection. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-26 07:03 am UTC (link)
	Verity smirked when he brought her hand around, and gave his erection a little massage through his trousers. "I thought you wanted something to eat?" She teased, lifting her fingertips up a little to fiddle with the button holding the fly closed on his jeans. "Or are we giving up on lunch to start trying right this instant?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

flyingnimbus
2011-02-26 07:08 am UTC (link)

Oliver's hand was already on its way to the latches on Verity's bra. Up under her shirt, along welcoming warm flesh and with a quick easy snap her breasts were free to him. 'Not giving up on lunch, just changing the menu,' he replied cheekily. The joke was bad, Oliver would have been the first to admit but he was too busy availing himself of the sweet smelling skin at Verity's neck as his fingers prayed upon a perky little nipple.

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	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-26 07:24 am UTC (link)
	Verity gave a little laugh, gasping softly at the feel of his warm, strong hands on her breasts. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?" She kidded, grinning up at him. "I suppose you're going to whack me over the head with a club and drag me upstairs by the hair?" She added, her fingertips dipping inside the waistband of his pants. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flyingnimbus 2011-02-26 07:27 am UTC (link)
	'Can't,' he responded against her collarbone, nipping gently at the thin skin. 'Doctor's orders. You'll have to come willingly.' (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-02-26 07:34 am UTC (link)
	Verity gave a little chuckle. "All right. Lead the way, and I'll follow willingly." She was ready to ride him. She knew that was how it would have to be with his shoulder injured so badly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

flyingnimbus
2011-02-27 02:25 am UTC (link)

It was how they'd been having sex ever since Oliver had come home from the hospital. Truthfully, it was a nice break from the norm - not that sex between Oliver and Verity had ever been very normal, they were far more adventurous than most couples. But it was nice to relinquish control to her on a regular basis.

Leaving the beginnings of their lunch behind, Oliver took hold of Verity's hand and lead the way up the stairs. Two full flights, down the hallway past the portrait of his pervy great uncle and into the young Wood's apartment. Once the door was shut behind them, Oliver wasted no time in roughing Verity up a bit, pinning her body with his against the nearest wall and sinking his sharp teeth into her neck. When Oliver got especially horny, he tended to leave bruises.

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cutiemchotskirt
2011-02-27 02:51 am UTC (link)

There were only a couple of things that Oliver and Verity hadn't tried. Not that Verity was complaining. She loved their sex life. She was happy with everything from different positions, to toys, to bindings, to role-play. She was happy with taking her turn being in control, though.

She moved with him up the stairs, lacing her fingers with his as they passed his pervy great uncle. Okay, so she had to make sure she was fully clothed when leaving the apartment upstairs. Not a problem.

Once they were inside, Verity was shocked to get pinned against the wall and attacked from some sort of sex vampire. She laughed. "Oliver! Your shoulder!" But she gasped at the feel of it, and encouraged him by pushing her hips up against his as he bit down on her tender skin.

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	flyingnimbus 2011-03-02 10:33 pm UTC (link)
	'Not using it,' he protested, though even this roughness cause a bit of a twinge which he gladly ignored for the sensations in his groin. They were going to make a baby. 'When was the last time you took your potion?' he asked against her collarbone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cutiemchotskirt
2011-03-02 10:44 pm UTC (link)

"Last month." Verity gasped, one hand moving along his good shoulder and down his arm, and the other moving down over his hip. "I'm due to take it today," she added, turning to press a kiss against his hair.

"I could be... it could be tonight." She added, though the likelihood of it happening tonight was relatively slim. Verity didn't know enough about baby making to know much about how it all worked, though.

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	flyingnimbus 2011-04-14 08:34 am UTC (link)
	Although Oliver did know more than enough, his mother had been a Healer after-all, he was in no mental state to even begin a lesson in biology. As a man, he could only think of one thing at a time. 'Time to put all that practice into play,' he mumble, somewhere in the region of her nipple, which he nipped at through the fabric of her shirt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-04-14 05:54 pm UTC (link)
	Verity's eyes were closed, her breath coming in little gasps. She reached down and tugged her shirt up and over her head, then tossed it aside before bringing her hands down to tangle in his hair. "Don't put any pressure on that shoulder or so help me..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flyingnimbus 2011-05-03 07:51 pm UTC (link)
	'I wont,' Oliver promised, and it was the last words he said all night. The were going to make a baby. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cutiemchotskirt 2011-05-03 08:04 pm UTC (link)
	Verity gasped a gentle "good," then gave him her full attention once more. She pulled her hands up behind her, unfastened her bra, and tossed it aside. Then she tugged him up again so she could kiss him hungrily. Hopefully they'd be able to make it to the bed quickly. She wasn't sure how long she could wait. (Reply to this) (Parent)