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
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He wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and protested. "Bloody Hell woman, don't you understand sports at all?" He spun her around twice while laughing before he said, "I'm planning on winning anyway." He craned his neck to look at her and frowned when he was unsuccessful. He finally lifted one hand away from her thigh and brought it up to take her hand and bring it to his lips before he murmured. "You know, if you hugged me, I'd be kissing you for real right now."
"MISTER!" Oliver heard a scream and lifted his head to see the boy with the dreadlocks yelling at him while a black and white blur flashed toward him as a black furball chased it. He watched in morbid fascination as the seemingly carefully aimed ball took a beeline straight for his groin.
As he fell to his knees and released Fleur, the thought that played in his mind before a wave of agony rolled over him was that he didn't know what had hurt worse, Flint's bludger to the head or the black and white blur to the crotch.
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"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.
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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."
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"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.
"NAPOLEON, OFF! OFF ZIS INSTANT!!!" Fleur shouted at the little dog, who read her mood and backed away from Oliver quietly. She stroked Oliver's hair, trying in vain to comfort him. "I love you, but you cannot keep acting like zis! Yes, cher, listen to me, because I do love you."
She looked down into Oliver's pitiful and confused face.
"I was not talking to you!" she said quickly, "I was talking to ze dog!"
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He rolled over and saw the kids gatherering near them as he tried to hold back from vomiting up his dinner. After Fleur asked is she could help, he took his hand off his groin and eeked out in a fairly high pitched voice. "Could you...umm...tell them to run along. Really nothing to see here." He gestured with his hand once before cupping his privates again as if another football might appear out of nowhere to whack him once more.
"Dog, dog, dog, dog." He said quietly but really meaning to yell as he saw Napoleon flying straight toward him, the slobbering, shitting ball of fur looking as if he were going to eat him. There was nothing he could do as the dog nuzzled him and dragged it's long, grass and dirt covered tongue across his face.
He appreciated that Fleur sent the dog away and protected him from her beast. He was going to thank her when he suddenly felt a third something or other where only two should exist and tried to run a quick inventory. He sighed as he felt around the area because he was happy to find out he'd picked up a rock in his front jeans pocket that led to all his confusion.
When she said she wasn't talking to him, he didn't even know what she had been saying. Finally, the last wave of agony washed away from him and he relaxed just a bit, uncupping his testicles while he said, "Fleur." He gave her a small smile, thankful his voice was back to normal. "Will you shut up and just sit?" He reached up and took her arm and he pulled her down. "I want to lay my head in your lap until this ache is gone and until then, you can kiss me and make the pain go away."
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She wanted to act as if she had just been terribly insulted but the next words he said melted her heart and she found herself being pulled down abruptly next to him. He still had his strength even considering the horrible trauma he had just experienced, which was impressive in a way that was slightly naughty. She had to find a way to force herself to NOT think about sexual intimacy with Oliver Wood every time she was in his presence, especially when in public, when on a date, when they were with others, after him being injured, when they were alone together...she had to figure out a way of controlling herself, which was not easy considering she was a Veela and she had not had sex since January...and all she had to do was think of Oliver and she became distracted. It was difficult.
But alas, her mind was wandering again...
"We should go back and sit beneath the trees again," she suggested but soon realized that even though he had recovered slightly, Oliver was still in no shape to move just yet. So she settled beside him and offered him her lap before looking up at the boy with dreadlocks, giving the child a menacing stare. With no words she gestured with her head that he should leave and the youth took a few steps backward before turning and walking away.
"Nigel, you're a fucking arsehole," one of the other children muttered before they all began to disperse to resume play. "I don't care if you're the best player out here, we don't wanna play with you no more." Fleur glared at the back of Nigel's head as he retreated. He turned back once and found her still staring him down; then he disappeared down a path. "We're awful sorry about him. He's a right bastard." Then the children were gone and Fleur returned her attention to Oliver, who now rested his head in her lap once more.
"I am very sorry," she whispered down to him, "It was my fault." She played her fingers along the hair at his temple. "How can I make it up to you? Anything you want, you choose." She reached over and took his hand in hers. "I like it very much when we hold hands...I like to touch. I hope it is something zat you do not mind." She squeezed his hand lightly. "You have strong hands. I like zat in a man." She stopped and laughed at herself, looking into his eyes.
"But you are right," she admitted, "I talk too much, and also, I am too forceful and demanding with you at times."
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Of course, he wanted that too. She was intoxicating and there was something about becoming lost in the beauty that was Fleur Delacour that made him shiver thinking about her body wrapped around his. He knew it would happen very soon because neither of them was a blushing virgin but he didn't want it to be a random shag in the middle of a park. He wanted it to mean alot more.
He heard the children in the background and truthfully, he didn't blame Nigel for doing that. It was a game and Oliver had chosen to play. He would have celebrated a victory and conversely, he would take the agony of defeat or even detesticles. It was part of the game.
"Don't worry about him. He tried to score." He grinned. "And I actually got a save." He chuckled as he scooted back into her lap and closed his eyes when she ran her fingers through his hair. "It's not your fault. I chose to look away and you can't blame yourself for being seductive and beautiful, you know?" He squeezed her hand back and smiled up at her as he opened his eyes. "I'll take a raincheck on you making it up to me once the boys down under are in better shape." He winked and added. "I like your hands too. They're long and elegant. Beautiful like the rest of you."
He frowned at her next words before he took her hand and brought it to his lips. After kissing her palm, he replied, "I want you to talk. I want to learn everything about you because I'd like this to be more than just a walk in the park." He reached up to run his hand through her long blonde hair and said quietly. "You mean alot to me already, Fleur and I think I'd like to see if I could see more of you because I want to see where we go."
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