Fic: Improvisations, chapter 7
Title: Improvisations Ch. 7
Author: themightyflynn
Character(s): Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint
Pairing(s): Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint
Rating: This chapter? G? Overall, NC-17
Warning(s): Language, implied sex.
Challenge(s): mixandmatch100 prompt 38: Finite
Word count: 200
Author's notes: Well, it's only taken two years and a bloody pandemic for me to finish this bloody thing off! For anyone who is still around to read this last chapter: I hope you like it! It's sappy, but I don't think a fic would really be mine without some cheese to it somewhere! :D
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This thing was finite. There was no way it could last very long, not with the differences in their personalities. Marcus shuddered as hot, sweat-slick skin slid against his own.
"Fuck me, that was good."
Marcus couldn't help the rumbling laughter that bubbled up in his chest at the rough sound of Wood's voice. Something bloomed in his chest as he opened his eyes to meet Wood's.
"Where'd you learn that thing with your tongue?"
"I improvised, Flint."
Marcus began to laugh again, his entire body rocking with it. Happiness? Is that what this sensation was? He hadn't had much to be happy about over the years, but this… His chest clenched as he ran his fingers softly beneath one of Wood's eyes.
"Wood-"
"Oliver."
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Fine, Oliver." He sighed, earning himself an amused sound. "Sappy bastard."
"Marcus."
A shiver ran straight down Marcus' spine. Oliver began to move again, sliding slowly up Marcus' body. When their gazes finally met, he was grinning.
"Do you want to see what else I can randomly come up with?"
Marcus grinned back. Happiness, definitely. But, even if this was doomed to end, he would enjoy it while it lasted.
Author: themightyflynn
Character(s): Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint
Pairing(s): Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint
Rating: This chapter? G? Overall, NC-17
Warning(s): Language, implied sex.
Challenge(s): mixandmatch100 prompt 38: Finite
Word count: 200
Author's notes: Well, it's only taken two years and a bloody pandemic for me to finish this bloody thing off! For anyone who is still around to read this last chapter: I hope you like it! It's sappy, but I don't think a fic would really be mine without some cheese to it somewhere! :D
Read entire work on Ao3
This thing was finite. There was no way it could last very long, not with the differences in their personalities. Marcus shuddered as hot, sweat-slick skin slid against his own.
"Fuck me, that was good."
Marcus couldn't help the rumbling laughter that bubbled up in his chest at the rough sound of Wood's voice. Something bloomed in his chest as he opened his eyes to meet Wood's.
"Where'd you learn that thing with your tongue?"
"I improvised, Flint."
Marcus began to laugh again, his entire body rocking with it. Happiness? Is that what this sensation was? He hadn't had much to be happy about over the years, but this… His chest clenched as he ran his fingers softly beneath one of Wood's eyes.
"Wood-"
"Oliver."
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Fine, Oliver." He sighed, earning himself an amused sound. "Sappy bastard."
"Marcus."
A shiver ran straight down Marcus' spine. Oliver began to move again, sliding slowly up Marcus' body. When their gazes finally met, he was grinning.
"Do you want to see what else I can randomly come up with?"
Marcus grinned back. Happiness, definitely. But, even if this was doomed to end, he would enjoy it while it lasted.