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rusty muse here! hope this is alright.

[quaffles]

Rusty muses unite!

[bludgertothehead]

Oliver Wood wasn't exactly what you'd call a flirt. He was socially awkward and introvert until conversation turned back to quidditch in which case hell, he could talk for days. For a pro player with no 'game' though, most girls just didn't want to hear about his tactics and moves and his inability to talk about anything else.

Awkward.

Then again he didn't exactly need game where Katie came in, probably the only girl in the world who understood his obsession. Which may have been the reason why he was currently pulling at her clothes and kissing her with a ferocity he only really displayed on the pitch.

[quaffles]

It's a wonder, almost, that Katie waited so long to take the next step. They're old chums, aren't they? They get on well, always have, respect each other and all of that. She likes listening to him prattle on almost as much as she likes talking about Quidditch herself. It didn't make for fun dates (when they came along), because men sometimes don't like when a girl knows more about the sport than they do. What is this, the 1950s? Oliver's never been like that, at least from what she remembers. They had even been celebrating her joining the Wimbourne Wasps reserve team at a pub and one thing lead to another, as most things do.

Merlin, is Wood a good kisser.

Katie laughs breathlessly, tripping over her own shoes, most of her clothes discarded now except her shirt, just an oversized plaid button down. She pushes off the wall and tugs at Oliver's shirt with a girlish eagerness to see him without it.

[bludgertothehead]

It's true. They've known each other years. They're good for each other in so many ways, they get each other, Oliver's never found another girl who can match his knowledge of quidditch and the fact she was finally snatched up was a good enough reason for him to brave his 'fans' and celebrate.

And yes, now they're here.

He kicks her shoes away carefully, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her in. He's not sure how his performance is shaping up but he's sure that he wants this almost as much as she wants it.

They were best friends, even if he didn't really notice her blossom.

Fingers of his free hand work at the buttons of his dress shirt, it's hurried and careless and it takes him a couple of tries but he refuses to break the kiss to look down and see what he's doing.

[quaffles]

Honestly, Katie hadn't noticed it either, She's never been one for frills -- though she did put on a spot of makeup before meeting up with him. It was a small, significant gesture because she wanted to look a little nicer on this special occasion.

With fumbling hands, she helps him with his shirt, breaking their kiss only to pay more attention to his neck. Frankly, she doesn't care about any finesse because there is nothing she wants more than to tumble into bed with him. Playfully, she nips his neck before looking up with a funny, wild look in her bright blue eyes that often comes when she knows she's going to make the shot.

"Missed you," Katie mumbles just before disappearing under her shirt as she tugs it off in one swift movement.

[bludgertothehead]

Okay he may have noticed the minute he apparatus in and noticed the touches of make up that got more pronounced as the night went on, and maybe after he'd sinked a fair few drinks he's started to look at her less than one of his best friends and more like, well, the girl she is.

Not even that escapes Woods notice.

He laughs, a low chuckle in the back of his throat as he finally plucks the cuff links from their holes and casts his shirt aside, one thing that he has gained from years of being a quiidtch fanatic is a physique that matches his shining career. Oliver's kinda proud of that one even if he won't show it.

"Missed you too" as soon as her shirts off his hands slip to her sides, callouses from years of broom handling rough against her skin as he strokes along her curves and swipes fingers along the band of her panties. How has he never noticed before? "Merlin Kate's, I get the distinct impression this is a trap." The underwear set may just kill him.

[quaffles]

Self-consciousness has never been part of Katie's vocabulary, but she is admittedly nervous for about five seconds until she sees the look on his face once she's down to her bra and knickers. Athletics slowly shaved that baby weight from her cheeks and belly around the time she entered Sixth Year.

And she laughs, running a hand through her thick curls. "S'not that hard," she assures him easily, as his hands leave a tingle over her skin in their paths.

Katie often wears blinders, but she isn't thick. She knows why girls giggled whenever Oliver passed in the corridors and why his fans cheer so loudly when he takes the sky. That kind of thing never escaped her, but she also would have laughed had someone told her that she could possibly be that attracted to him. Like she is now. Merlin, maybe she's out of her element. It's not like she knows how to do sexy.

So, she aims for a kiss instead of thinking on it, pressing her palms to his chest and letting her fingers memorize the way he feels until she reaches his trousers.

[bludgertothehead]

Five seconds is all it takes for him to notice and suddenly he wonders if he's taking advantage of her, then Oliver remembers it was her that started this and her moment of trepidation was just a girl going through the motions.

He kisses her back, hands remaining on her hips, pulling back just enough to drop eyes to the rhythm of her hands. "Don't pull back from me, you're gorgeous Kate's" and Merlin he kicks himself for not acting on this sooner.

There's always been a spark, a small one that Oliver thought he'd shook off when he left, but it appears it never really left.

He picks her up, arms which look fragile but hold strength move quickly to bend her legs at the knees and make sure they're hooked around his waist as he deposits her onto his sheets and spends a moment just watching her body settle.

This is a damn good idea, he'd bet all his money on it. "We've got all night." Longer if she wants it.

[quaffles]

"Wh - " That is unexpected and Katie lets out a surprised and cheerful laugh that sounds quite like, well, bells. She lets her arms settle over his shoulders, stroking the back of his neck affectionately as she lets her eyes skim over his features, brushing her lips over his without kissing. After a hasty, stumbling start to give herself a push, it's nice to settle into a more comfortable pace.

Easily, she settles onto the bed with her curly hair fanned out about her face and she slowly lowers her arms from his shoulders, letting them slide down his arms.

"All night. Right." Breathe. Smile. He thinks she's gorgeous.

Katie props herself up on her elbows with a coy tilt of her head. "Bloody hell, Wood. You've always had all the birds swooning."

[bludgertothehead]

Comfort. That's what he's going for, nobody wants to be on their feet all night. Oliver has never been caught in a drunken scandal with some Quidditch groupie, he knows how to treat women properly. His Mother brought him up well.

He gives her a look, hand ruffling his hair which is sticking up in every direction thanks to her deft fingers. "Never noticed. I might be nice to look at but apparently my conversation skills need more work." He's been told. Girls he's taken on dates who were bored within ten minutes and sick of the girlish fan act.

He manages to worm his way out of his pants and moves to kneel on the foot of the bed, reaching to raise one of her legs, kissing the joint of her ankle softly. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy here Miss Bell?"

[quaffles]

Katie laughs though it comes out more like a giggle, wriggling her toes playfully. "Yeah, you're nice to look at," she admits, the humor still in her voice as she purposefully lets her gaze wander over him yet again. That will not get old to her.

"Oi, I've never been jealous. Just lucky, now," she corrects him with a shake of her head. "Now, cm'ere so I can kiss you properly, will you?"

She'll address the whole conversation thing later because if memory serves her right, she and Oliver have always been able to talk. On the other hand, they're also both obsessed with what they do, but maybe that just makes them more perfect for each other. Perhaps.