Moving day

Dec 27, 2007 21:25

A Christmas tree would make it more festive, Oliver thought, looking round the massive front room filled with boxes. Christmas was just round the corner and they'd need to think about decorating. Fred would be better at it though. Oliver wasn't sure what went into decorating. Decorations just sort of appeared at his parents house and in his flat, ( Read more... )

oliver wood, fred weasley

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gredisfred December 28 2007, 03:09:29 UTC
Fred brushed the mud off his boots, spelled a few cartons into the air and leaped up the stairs. He dropped the spell the moment he walked into the room, resulting in the boxes falling with a great thud.

"Home. Sounds good, doesn't it?" Fred moved over and wrapped his arms around his lover. "So, I know it's not Christmas for another few days, but there's present that you'll see eventually, so I thought I'd show you now." He took the time to kiss him thoroughly and then smiled. "Wanna come to the window with me?"

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reservekeeper December 28 2007, 03:29:02 UTC
"It does indeed," Oliver said, smiling and clasping his hands over Fred's. He turned his face to kiss him softly and raised an eyebrow. "A Christmas present already? I'm always up for presents. To the window? What have you done? You know you are allowed to bring presents into the house, yeah?" He turned in his arms and kissed him again. "Glad you're home."

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gredisfred December 28 2007, 03:32:36 UTC
Fred's arms were still wrapped around him and he backed Oliver toward the window. "Turn around, lover, and see for yourself."

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reservekeeper December 28 2007, 03:42:21 UTC
Oliver smiled and kissed him again before turning and looking out the window. He wasn't expecting what he saw.

The tree from his childhood stood right there in front of him. Just like the one he could see from his bedroom window when he was a little boy. It was perfect. And Oliver was entirely speechless.

"H...how?" he choked, his heart in his throat, his hand reaching blindly for Fred's.

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gredisfred December 29 2007, 05:12:27 UTC
Fred raised his arms agreeably and let Oliver take his shirt off. "Can do anything you want with the shirt. Or anything else. Missed you today. Been so looking forward to adding an address to the place I call home - which is here," Fred curled his arms around him again, "in your arms."

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reservekeeper December 29 2007, 06:02:47 UTC
"I missed you today too, Gorgeous," Oliver murmured against his lips. "I'm glad you're home." He ran his hands over Fred's soft, smooth, warm skin and sighed, pressing him close against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around him. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He smiled and kissed him. "I don't have sheets on the bed yet. Do you mind? Or should I put some on real quick?"

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gredisfred December 29 2007, 15:06:52 UTC
Fred sighed a the feel of Oliver's hands on his skin. "I can put sheets on if you like." He smiled, thinking of how much he enjoyed having a bed that wasn't tiny. He pulled away from the kisses long enough to look around the room, at the myriad of boxes they still hadn't unpacked. "If I can find them. Not that I mind either way - could have me over the edge of some random piece of furniture if that's what you wanted. Do you know where the..."

Fred broke off, thwapped a hand to his forehead and drew his wand. "Accio sheets." He ended up with three sets of sheets heading their way, but he stepped back, laughed, caught them all, picked the blue ones, and set the rest on the floor. The blue ones he placed on the bed, that was several feet away, and then used teh bed-making charm to have them put themselves on. "There you are, my love, sheeted."

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reservekeeper January 29 2008, 04:02:07 UTC
Oliver stood by the window and watched, smiling as Fred waved his wand and found the sheets. An instant later, the bed was covered wtih the softed sheets they could find, in that same shade of blue that Fred wanted.

"Thank you," he all but growled, as he stalked toward his lover. His finger dug into Fred's waist and he pushed him back toward the bed and then finally back onto it, crawling up over him and straddling him. He smiled down at him, rubbing his hands over Fred's perfectly shaped chest, watching each spot his fingers touched, remembering the places he wanted his tongue to taste.

"Comfortable, love? If not, get that way quick. I plan to keep you on your back for a while. "

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