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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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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