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RP: Saturday in the Park

Jun 16, 2007 23:24

Date: 16 June 2005
Characters: Fleur Delacour, Oliver Wood, Napoleon
Location: A Park in Exeter
Status: Private
Summary: Fleur and Oliver enjoy the day together.
Completion: Complete

A walk in the park. He had taken her on a simple walk in the park. At the end of the walk they unpacked the take away lunch they had purchased at the coffee shop and had a ( Read more... )

fleur delacour, oliver wood, june 2005, place: exeter

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shh_oliver June 17 2007, 05:12:14 UTC

Oliver had a rough week. He lost and found Alicia, discovered that the World Cup was being moved up from Katie which changed all the carefully laid out plans that he and Alicia had worked on for months. He also made a new friend in Su and deepened a friendship with Dennis along with talking with his mother and finding out much about himself from her ( ... )

shh_fleur June 17 2007, 18:22:59 UTC

Fleur's hair spilled forward, framing Oliver's face in a curtain beneath her. His insistent hands pulled her ever-closer to him and she responded in kind, opening up to him and covering him. The warmth of his mouth drew her in and her breath caught as his tongue teased her further along. She wanted more, closer, and with a subtle lift she held the back of his head so she could slip her legs from beneath him so she would be able to lie beside him on the blanket ( ... )

shh_oliver June 18 2007, 00:06:21 UTC

Oliver's breathing grew jagged as she trailed her lips along his jawline, his entire being focused upon the sensation until she bit his earlobe. His mouth was parched at the loss of her kiss, his heart hammered in his chest, blood pulsing through his veins when she whispered his name in an oh so seductive manner. Her voice was full of passion, pleasure, promise of what was to come ( ... )

shh_fleur June 18 2007, 00:43:08 UTC

A fierce possessiveness took Fleur and she wanted, she desired, she burned. She was very accustomed to getting exactly what she wanted, exactly when she wanted it and she wanted Oliver Wood, and wanted him badly, with a near violent selfishness. She wondered if he could see it in her eyes, feel it radiating from her body ( ... )

shh_oliver June 18 2007, 03:33:09 UTC

His first impulse was to tell her he wanted to apparate back to her flat and see where the night took them. They'd been perilously close already but he wanted to make sure that this wasn't going to be a one off and then nothing else. But he couldn't back away from her, the raw lust too great and the fire that was now coiled in his stomach too evident ( ... )

shh_fleur June 19 2007, 04:50:31 UTC

"Perhaps we should stop," Fleur sighed and rolled away from Oliver. She took a deep breath and sat up to straighten her skirt, which had gathered and bunched during the time she and Oliver were kissing. Napoleon had taken a ridiculous guard dog stance, better suited for a Doberman Pinscher, at the sudden intrusion of the ball onto their blanket. She reached over and grabbed the ball. Napoleon watched the proceedings intently ( ... )

shh_oliver June 19 2007, 05:16:11 UTC

Oliver was trying to calm down after he and Fleur's snogging session although he couldn't really call it just snogging since he'd never experienced kissing like that. She made him burn. There was no other way to describe how the press of her lips seemed to singe him every time. He'd never felt this way before and while he'd brushed up on the Veela myths, he knew deep down this had nothing to do with some unnatural allure. He craved the woman that was Fleur Delacour ( ... )

shh_fleur June 19 2007, 18:49:44 UTC

"Svp hâte!" (Please hurry!) she begged as she gestured wildly, "He is going to run into ze road, I just know it!" She watched in mild amusement as Oliver fidgeted to get himself comfortable and 'camouflaged' from innocent bystanders before she grabbed his hand and took off running after Napoleon, who had taken off after the football. "Je suis désolé," (I am sorry.) she told Oliver with a laugh when she thought of the discomfort in which he must have been.

But by the time they caught up with the willful dog, Napoleon was alternately nudging the ball (which was half his size) at a full run in the center of a makeshift playing field and drooling on it as if her were very much in love with it. She and Oliver quickly arrived on the scene to rescue him, although Fleur discovered that Napoleon was not in need of saving.

"At least he is not trying to fuck it," she murmured into Oliver's shoulder as they joined the small group of young people who had been playing before their ball had been molested.

Fleur spoke too soon...

shh_oliver June 19 2007, 19:56:12 UTC

Oliver was going as fast as he could given the condition he was in before the football had hit his arse. Still, he tried to keep his tone cheery when he answered, "Coming right along, Fleur love." He shook out his leg before he took her hand. He turned to her and smiled as they ran. "Maybe a leash might be a good idea or he could stay at home like other dogs do on dates ( ... )

shh_fleur June 19 2007, 20:27:59 UTC

Fleur was mortified by Napoleon's actions, especially when the gathered group expressed their collective amusement at the dog's actions. Thankfully Oliver got the ball away from the dog somehow (Fleur had turned away from the embarrassment by this time) and then landed on his backside when one of the young boys slid into Oliver to kick the ball away.

Now that was funny...even funnier than Jerry Lewis.

She jogged over to where Oliver lay in a heap and gave him an I-told-you-so look before she suddenly found herself down on the ground beside him after being undercut by an over-anxious Napoleon. She desperately grabbed at the hem of her flowing skirt to keep it from flying up and showing the world her pink knickers. Before she could gather herself Oliver was up and he and the dog were in pursuit of the playing children ( ... )

shh_oliver June 20 2007, 02:05:01 UTC

Oliver looked back at Fleur after he stood up and asked excitedly, "Are you coming or do Napoleon and I have to take them all on?"

The dog jumped on his leg when he heard his name and when he spotted the ball, he gave an odd grunt and took off.

Fleur was just laying there in the grass and Oliver was bouncing like a little child who had to pee. She looked beautiful and memories of what they shared a few moments ago started to make his blood boil. But she wasn't even looking at him and he saw her blue eyes drift past him to watch the impromtu football match. He finally waved his hand at her and grinned. "If you're just going to lay there, you can at least cheer for me."

He turned and noticed that the boiling mass of children seemed to be running back at them. He then saw the two cups lying out and knew instinctively it was a football goal. He ran over and situated himself between the cups before he yelled at the kids. "Oi, I'm the Keeper!!"

shh_fleur June 22 2007, 01:42:48 UTC

"Goal keeper it is, then!" one of the older boys shouted. Fleur thought if she stayed in her present position in the middle of the field there would be a good chance that she would be trampled. She could hear Napoleon growling excitedly at the football as he dashed back and forth with the young people. Oliver was long gone in a run for some spot toward one side and Fleur did not know what was happening in the game at all. She knew the basics of Quidditch but was clueless when it came to Muggle sports. So she got up before she could be stepped on and jogged over to Oliver ( ... )

shh_oliver June 22 2007, 02:38:03 UTC

Oliver thought that the woman was exasperating and had no idea that he really couldn't be a Keeper if she was draped all over him. It wasn't that Fleur was heavy, in fact, he could barely feel her but the fact that her breasts were pressed on his back and her breath was warm on his ear as she spoke in that sultry French voice that seemed to make him forget everything around him and just want nothing more than to devour her with a kiss ( ... )

shh_fleur June 22 2007, 03:00:35 UTC

Fleur shrieked as she was literally flipped off Oliver's back and to the side, once again grabbing her skirt and keeping the colour of her knickers a mystery to everyone on the field. Poor Oliver rolled onto the ground beside her, groaning in pain.

"Oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu," she wailed, "Oli-vair, oh, Oli-vair! I am so sorry!" She tried to move toward him and touch his shoulder, try to comfort and help him in some way. "I did not mean for zat to 'appen! Oh mon Dieu, Oli-vair, m'a laissé vous aider!" (Oh my God, Oliver, let me help you!)

She had no idea what to do. It was not like she could kiss it and make it all better, well, at least not in front of all the children. She settled for gently rubbing her hand up and down Oliver's back, that, and fighting not to outright laugh at the situation. She leaned down to speak, to try to at least console him in some way.

"Zis is something zat you and I should put inside a Pensieve, non?" she whispered as she bit her lip to keep herself from giggling.

shh_oliver June 22 2007, 05:19:28 UTC

The French really wasn't helping because Oliver couldn't concentrate on that and the throbbing pain from the one testicle his hand cupping his groin could find. He panicked as he rolled on the grass until number two magically dropped into place and he whispered a silent prayer to the gods of fertility for the bounty that he'd been given when his second testicle finally found its way back home.

Still, her hand on his back was quite nice although she seemed to be causing a certain amount of arousal that was becoming a bit painful. He rolled away, not wanting to tempt fate and have testicle number two run away in fear as his excitement became more evident when he fell under the spell of her touch.

"No laughing. I'm dying here." He said through clenched teeth, knowing that wasn't quite true. He looked at her after she mentioned the Pensieve and muttered. "That would be brilliant. We could show everyone the reason Oliver Wood could never have children."

shh_fleur June 23 2007, 02:21:59 UTC

Fleur really did not know what to do. She felt helpless and guilty about distracting Oliver to the point that he could not react in time to avoid this particular disaster. To top that all off, she got the distinct impression that he was not pleased with her in the least at the moment, which, on the one hand, she could not very well begrudge him, but on the other, it was not like she had been the one to kick the football at his unprotected groin.

"How can I help you?" she pleaded, "And do not tell me zat I have already done enough! Grunt, or something, so I know you are still alive."

Then Napoleon arrived on the scene like Peter Sellers in a Pink Panther film, launching himself directly at the back of Oliver's head and landing with an affectionate nuzzle that only served to injure the poor man further ( ... )

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