Marcus Ian Flint (steelandflint) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-06-30 10:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: ginny weasley, character: marcus flint |
WHO: Marcus Flint, Ginny Weasley, the press, and fans
WHEN: BACKDATED: Saturday 18 June 2002, around 8:30 PM
WHERE: World Cup Stadium
WHAT: So many things….
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Completed in Docs
The game had been wild. Both teams were fighting for their respective berth in the semi-finals of the Cup. The Irish were loud and the Scottish were wild. Colors were flying as high as spirits. Once the score was finalized at Ireland - 450 and Scotland - 300, there was an eruption of monumental proportions from the Irish side of the festivities. That didn’t stop when Marcus Flint landed and kissed Ginny Weasley in front of everyone.
Ignoring the flashbulbs as best he could Marcus, sweaty and grimy, his lips chapped from the wind and his gloves rough against Ginny’s throat and cheeks as he cupped her face to deepen the kiss. This was one moment he wanted just for them - but he knew that ‘just them’ was going to have to wait for a much later time. There were more reporters to deal with, fans, and he should really let the Healer look at the knee he whacked on one of the hoops as he had cut a turn too close.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against her, “Well, Gingersnap, are you happy yet?”
~~
Ginny had spent the entire match on the edge of her seat. She was wearing the FLINT jersey that Marcus had given her at the start of the cup, and she made as much noise for Ireland as she had in '94. She may have cheered harder because one of the players was now her teammate, and her boyfriend happened to be the captain, but she had always supported Ireland in the cup, despite the fact that she would play for England if she ever tried for the national team.
She'd played seeker often enough when she was a kid that she was able to keep an eye out for the snitch. She spotted it at the same time the Irish seeker moved into a dive. The match was neck and neck. They'd been tied up pretty much the entire time. This would literally decide who moved on to the finals, and she nearly lost her mind when the race for the snitch matched the rest of the game.
When the whistle blew, and Ireland had it, she was one of the first to rush the field, pushing through the crowd to find Marcus. It was like a magnet pulled her in, and they were kissing before she properly realized she'd found him. She was up on her toes, gripping his arms. Her heart pounded, and, for a moment, the only thing she could hear was the blood coursing through her body. She laughed, eyes springing open. "My happiness has nothing to do with your success," she retorted, "but I am overjoyed! Abundantly happy! Incredibly thrilled and pleased and YOU FUCKING WON!"
~~
Marcus swung her around in a circle, kissing her again, “We did - didn’t we?” He blinked as a flash went off close to them, “Ginny Weasley, I fucking love you….” His hand gripped hers as he tried to squeeze through to get to the rest of his team. He pulled her closer as they made their way through the crowds. He accepted the congratulations as they did. He shook hands with the Scottish players as he found them in the crowds.
However a question stopped him cold, “So Mr. Flint, how long have you known you love Miss Weasley?”
He turned slowly to look at the reporter with a confused look at the reporter, “I am sorry, can you repeat that question again? Because I think I missed something in the noise of VICTORY.”
~~
It wasn't how she imagined hearing that word come from Marcus, but it was perfect. It was him, and if they hadn't been interrupted by someone with a quick quotes quill, she would have replied. She gripped Marcus' hand, smiling almost as broadly as the Irish team members.
"Oh who cares what the question was?!" Ginny tugged on Marcus' arm. She wanted to get him somewhere quieter. She wanted him to herself for at least ten minutes before he had to talk to the press. Turning to the reporter, she beamed at him. "Marcus will answer any game related questions at the press conference later. I can see his team's healer glaring daggers at him, anxious to look at his knee."
She turned her back on the reporter and smiled up at Marcus. She popped up on her toes and put her mouth by his ear. "I want that answer before you tell anyone else."
~~
Marcus made his way through the people and waived off the Healer for a moment, “I swear to go Charles, you can poke and prod my knee in a moment. My girlfriend seems to have a question for me….” He pulled Ginny closer and raised a brow at her with a grin - which was full of it’s normal cockiness, but his eyes did have a bit of uncertainty in them. He hadn’t said that little word to anyone in a very long time… And it had just come out….
The Healer cleared his throat, “You have five minutes - I can see it starting to swell up already.” He headed into the exam room, muttering about foolish players and stubbornness of the Irish.
Marcus shook his head and looked at Ginny, “In other words…..” He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “And I might have a surprise for you later….”
~~
Ginny pushed away from Marcus and tugged him to an even quieter corner, finding a spot under the stands that was better hidden from the crowd around them. "I'm not worried about later," she said. "I want to know about now and the last five minutes." Her heart was racing, as if she'd just landed from winning the match that got her into the finals. As if she'd just run a mile while laughing. She was nearly vibrating with her emotions.
Slowly, as if afraid this was a dream and Marcus would vanish if she moved too suddenly, Ginny reached up and cupped his jaw. "So, Mr. Flint," she began, her voice breathier than it should have been in someone who hadn't actually run. "I think I missed something in the noise of victory."
~~
“Did you? I could get the reporter’s transcripts if you want them….” He teased her gently, then kissed her softly, “Or I could just repeat it for you.” He placed a series of light kisses along her jaw, “I. Fucking. Love. You. Ginny. Weasley.” Each word was sealed in with a kiss.
He pulled her in closer, and held his breath. He was nervous - on cloud nine from the victory and the moving on to the Semi-finals. The fact that it was over a worthy opponent made the victory all that much sweeter. And now the word was out there. The word that gave what he was feeling shape and form….the word that made it all real was out there between them.
~~
Ginny laughed. She couldn't help it! She was so overwhelmed with happiness, that the only thing she could do was laugh. It wasn't mean, and it definitely wasn't mocking, but she was laughing. Which was not how one responded to being told they were loved. Still, she laughed for several moments, gripping his arms. She saw the worry in his eyes, the nerves.
"It's a good thing you do, otherwise the fact that I love you would be completely awkward and one sided. I'm too old for unrequited love." She'd known it for awhile, but he was the first to say it, which meant he didn't feel obligated to tell her he loved her. Which meant that she would feel her love completely and without worry. Because she had been worried. He, very obviously, wasn't sick of her, but she didn't want to feel what she felt if he wasn't feeling it, too.
But he was, and she laughed again as her worry and nerves escaped her. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, careful not to use him too much to support her weight because of that knee, Ginny pulled Marcus down for a properly deep kiss. "I am in love with you, Marcus Flint," she breathed against his mouth, enjoying how the words sounded to her ears. "We completely failed at the whole not getting attached thing."
~~
The laughter threw him - he had to admit it. He had to admit that he wasn’t sure where she was going to go with that - because it had been his experience that laughter wasn’t a great sign when a confession was given like he had. But she seemed happy and not mocking. Then her words came, and his grin grew broader.
His hands settled on her hips and he stood up, taking her up with him, not caring about his knee in the slightest, “Well, I do hope that isn’t a complaint Miss Weasley - if it is - I think I might have a few broom bunnies out there that would be more than happy to take me off your hands.” His eyes twinkled at her and his voice took on a teasing quality, “I mean, if you are having second thoughts that is.”
~~
"Hah. Over my dead body." She was grinning, but Ginny was pretty serious. "It wasn't a complaint. Just a comment. The broom bunnies will just have to be disappointed, because there's no way I'm sharing you now." She couldn't stop smiling. Part of her was afraid. She hadn't allowed herself to be this close, this open with a man for a very long time. It was terrifying and wonderful, and she was very much looking forward to that adventure.
"So.." she pressed her fingers into the back of his neck. "How long have you known?" Ginny caught her lower lip between her teeth and arched her brows at him.
~~
“How long have I known?” Marcus said with a chuckle, “Well, I have known for awhile. But I was waiting for a moment that seemed to be right….and since I didn’t seem to find one I chose tonight in front of a press corp to share it with you. But at least it was memorable.”
There was an amused clearing of a throat, “If you two are done - I would like to look at that knee before it’s swollen to the point that a certain captain is benched at the next game…”
Marcus groaned and rested his forehead against Ginny’s, “Fine…..” He shifted Ginny to carry her over his shoulder, “Alright…..we are coming….” he headed for the exam room and waving off the objections of the Healer about Ginny joining them, “She says she loves me so that means she gets to be in the room….”
“I am just asking because you are the worst patient in the history of stubborn quidditch players.” The Healer said, shaking his head as he followed them into the room.
~~
Ginny squeaked when Marcus picked her up, but she didn't fight him. It was bad enough on his knee that he was carrying her; she wasn't going to squirm and make it worse. "That's not surprising," she said, meeting the healer's eyes as he walked behind Marcus. "He's more stubborn than I am, and I become downright obstinate about things when I'm hurt or sick."
She was glad she wore jeans to the match and not a skirt, or the world would have a nice view of her knickers. They were cute, green lace, but they were for Marcus' eyes only. "You know," she said, drumming her fingers on his shoulder. "You should probably let me do my own walking. My weight can't possibly be good on that knee." The healer opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly at Ginny's look.
"You shouldn't make it worse before it can be healed. I have a feeling you're going to need it later." She moved, using her core to get her mouth closer to his ear. "So you can pin me to a wall and make mad, passionate love to me," she whispered.
~~
Setting her down next to the exam table and sat down, “Yes ma’am.” He gave her a little salute. The Healer rolled his eyes at the player’s antics,
Marcus pulled Ginny closer to the table and kissed her knuckles. Grinning at her, he waited till the healer when out of the room to get something and pulled her down closer to whisper in her ear, “Babe, we just made semi-finals, if you think against the wall is all the plans I have for when we get home - you are sadly mistaken. I just hope you can keep up….” He kissed her slowly, taking his time and pulling back just as the Healer re-entered the room.
“You know Mr. Flint, they are very anxious to get to speak with you.”
“THEY can wait. I mean it’s my knee. And I am a very responsible person….”
The Healer burst out laughing, “This from the man I had to literally get your siblings to sit on to look you over for a concussion during last season….mhmmm.”
“I was just making them feel needed.”
~~
Ginny grinned deviously after the kiss. "That's what I like to hear." She winked, stepping aside to give the healer access to her wayward boyfriend. "It took only his siblings? Lord. You must have been out of it." She smiled broadly at the healer. "They want all the gossip, really."
Taking Marcus' hand, she leaned her hip against the table. "You know," she said conversationally, looking between the healer and Marcus. "You could really save us some time if you talked to the press for him. Gave them the exclusive so we could just slip off." She shrugged. "I mean," she grinned at Marcus, "If he tells them that we have just confessed our love, not only would they get the story they really want, but we could just...leave."
~~
“I could…” the Healer said with an amused look on his face, as he looked over at the couple, “Or I could leave that to Mr. Flint here and enjoy the stunned looks on the press corp. And I would hate to steal his thunder….considering the last time he said that word aloud….wait…..”
Marcus cleared his throat, “No need to finish that sentence. I don’t think her smile could get bigger without breaking something - and I do have plans for later…” His voice trailed off as Ginny smacked his shoulder, “Hey, I am just being honest with the man.”
Shaking his head, the Healer finished wrapping Marcus’ knee, “I will buy you two some time - but I won’t be able to throw them off track entirely.” he looked at Ginny and chuckled, “But I do congratulate you.”
~~
Ginny rolled her eyes at all of this, though she was laughing. "I guess a few minutes is better than nothing," she conceded, waving to the healer as he left. Once she was alone with Marcus, she turned to him, standing between his knees with her hands resting on his thighs.
"So.." She suddenly felt a little shy, but she was Ginny Weasley. She was bold and daring. "I think your plans will have to put me on top. On account of your knee. But no more carrying me around, Marcus. I won't be the reason it gets worse."
~~
Looking at her with an arched brow, “So I tell you I love you. I tell you my plans for us for later….and we are finally completely alone….and ..” He shook his head, and then Marcus pulled her closer, whispering against her lips, “I am in love with you Gingersnap. And I will show you just how much once we are home and we can lock the world outside.”
He touched their foreheads together, meeting her eyes, “I know my limits baby. I promise you that. I won’t push it too hard.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, then ran his thumb over them, “And stop looking so concerned. I am okay Ginny. I am not broken completely. Alright? You are still looking terrified a bit around the edges.”
~~
Ginny laughed lightly, taking her fingers from his and caressing his face. "That terror has little to do with your knee. I know the healer knows how to do his job." She pressed her forehead to his again, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. "I am in love with a man who loves me back," she whispered. "It's new and exciting and a little terrifying."
She pulled back, smiling. "But tell me again. I like the things it makes me feel," she moved her hands around, indicating her entire body, "all over." She was sort of teasing, though she was being completely honest with him. Hearing the words come from Marcus' mouth made her go tingly all over. It was a new sensation--so much more than mere butterflies.
~~
Pulling her closer to him, his fingers - still in his gloves from the game - tangled in her hair, “I love you Ginny Weasley.” He hadn’t said those words to someone other than his siblings - and meant it - in ages. And he did. He meant every syllable he was speaking - and that terrified him to his core. He wasn’t entirely sure that opening himself up to her like this - giving this wild child this kind of power over him was a good idea.
But he was going to do this anyway.
“And what a lovely body it is too. It looks amazing in that jersey. And those denims are sin in the most delectable ways.” He gave her a grin - a genuine look - not the cocky one the press would be getting shortly. Not the cold one he used to keep people out of his space and at times scare the hell out of them. But a real look of happiness and pleasure, “I am in love with you.”
~~
Ginny felt like she was going to burst with happiness, and that meant she felt on the verge of tears. They would be very happy tears, yes, but she didn't think her crying would be fun for him. So Ginny kissed Marcus, pouring as much of the emotions she was feeling into it as possible. She didn't want to let him go. She pressed as close as she could with him sitting on the exam table, and her standing between his knees, and it wasn't close enough. Still, she kissed him until she couldn't breathe.
When she had to break for breath, she kept her forehead pressed to his, her eyes closed. "I'm trying really hard not to be a complete girl, so I need you to not look at me for a minute. Okay? Are your eyes closed, because if I open mine, and you're looking at me, I can't be held responsible for how I'll react."
~~
Marcus wanted to look at her. But she had asked - and he wasn’t one to deny Ginny Weasley something. So he kept his eyes closed, “They are closed Gingersnap. But if I open them and you are gone - I do not promise I will not hunt you down and throw you back over my shoulder again. Deal?”
He really wanted to get her home so they could have this moment properly. With no one there to witness this moment. He didn’t know how long he was supposed to wait like this - but at some point he was going to have to make his way out to the press - and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that with a bad knee and closed eyes - but hopefully he wasn’t going to have to find out.
~~
Ginny, trusting his word (that was the whole point of this, wasn't it? She trusted Marcus entirely now. That was the basis of her love.) she opened her eyes and just looked at him. She was smiling, holding back laughter and tears and a really bad happy dance. She, barely touching him, traced the lines of his face. She knew every angle, and there wasn't anything new about it.
There wasn't anything new about any of this. Saying she was in love with him out loud, hearing it from him--it felt as natural as everything between them had once they stopped fighting their feelings.
"Hey," she breathed, dropping her hands to his thighs again. "Go talk to your adoring fans and press, shower, see to the knee properly." She stole a quick kiss. "I'm gonna go home and change, and you can find me later for your big plans."
~~
Marcus opened his eyes slowly and kissed her lingeringly, sliding to his feet so he could pull her against him properly, “And which home will you be going to Miss Weasley? I wouldn’t want to not be able to properly share the joy of this moment with you because you are in the wrong bedroom.” He could hear the press and the fans. The Captain of the team could only avoid them for so long.
Even if he was in the middle of something life altering.
Because part of him belonged to them too. And he just hoped Ginny knew a larger part was hers. And at some point he was going to have to figure out when this woman had managed to melt his brain enough to turn him into this big of a sap to even be thinking like this.
~~
"The one I pay for," she said, laughing lightly. Ginny wrapped her arms around Marcus' middle, nestling her head under his chin. Nothing had really changed, but everything had changed. Marcus Flint now had a lot of power over her, but she trusted him not to abuse it. Her heart was in his hands, and she would not build a wall around it to protect it from him.
When the crowd started chanting "Flint, Flint, Flint", Ginny sighed and pushed back. "Go, be the man of the hour. I'll see you when you're done." She kissed him again before stepping back and gently nudging him towards the door.
~~
Heading for the door, Marcus looked back at her and then at the door. Coming back, he took her hand and pulled her along for a moment, “Hold that thought Gingersnap.” He opened the door and kissed her thoroughly. The crowd reacted with cheers and applause. He pulled back and grinned at her, whispering in her ear, “And you are the other half of the man of the hour - you can’t get out of this completely you know.”
He let her go and let himself be ushered to the podium and shook his head as the first question that came through was about the game, but the second was ‘Well?! What did she say back?”
Marcus grinned out at the crowd, “She asked that we not play such close game - but she was glad we won obviously.” He put on a very innocent face, “that is what you were referring too I assume?”
“No, when you told her you loved her. Are you in love with Ginny Weasley?”
“Madly. I am madly in love.” Marcus said with a smirk and a wink, “And now back to the game….”