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Title: Simple Motions
Author: Indira Neill
Pairings: OliverxPercy, suggested Harry+Ron
Comment: I've just been in a writing mood, and I think I've found the character in the HP series that it actually mildly makes s to to think the way I type. Woo, and the + has turned to the dreaded (although I suspect more anticipated) x, yaoi punctuation has always amused me.

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A simple motion

Endless paths.

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You're eyes look into me, questioning, wondering. I wonder too, I wonder who are you. Of course, you're Oliver Wood, captain of the house team. You're Oliver Wood the desire of nearly every girl's dream. You're Oliver Wood, my friend. Can I call you friend with true sincerity after this?

The path now lays before us, it is our choice which road we travel down. From the look in your eyes you are just as lost as I am. There are no maps from this point forward. You don't fully realize what you just did, did you? It was a simple motion of internal desires. I know now I can call you my friend. There was no malice in your motions. There will be no more simplicity in mine. Neither of us have the words, do we? No scripts, no maps, no rules, pure freedom. But my eyes are caught by the light reflecting off my prefect badge.

I love how the light plays off objects with such precision. How when you move an object you can manipulate light, how it is everywhere and part of everything but it has no will of it's own. It conforms to nothing but the highest laws of nature. I wish I was like light.

"No..."

My words can't be above a whisper, perhaps there is no sound at all. It doesn't matter however, as long as you can hear me. Of course it was not as I expected. I expected nothing all along, this was a pleasant surprise. You're eyes drop again and you begin to walk away, back to your bed. That's not what I meant. Why can't you hear the voice in my head? Don't listen to the words from my lips. My outwardly actions are predetermined, only my mind is free from restraints of the flesh.

You lay there in your perfection, staring at the sloping ceiling of our room through the gauze of your four poster bed. Like clouds on a sunny day. I am those clouds and I know it. You are the sun trying to break through. Will you ever appreciate my poetic mind? Do you know it exists?

"Well, now that I've made an ass of myself, I think I'll continue my little nap."

I've always enjoyed the sound of your voice, perhaps for no other reason but that we have different accents. We are very different people from very different places. What a silly dream it would be, that we would fit. A silly dream and an insane reality.

"No..."

Such a loss for words. If only you really could hear my mind. I'm screaming for you in here but my body has forgotten how to scream out in anything other then anger and the only person I'm angry at here is myself. No no no, why can't I get anything else past. Nothing but nos. Double negatives and the like. I've lost sight of the positives.

I remove my sweater, a little shocked that my body is finally obeying my mind again. Listen to my screams, please. I can't take these simple motions anymore, ones that mean everything and nothing at the same time. If you can't hear my screams listen to my whimpers. Just fucking listen to me.

My legs obey and I walk over to your bed, your arm thrown over your face. Don't cry on account of the worried prince. But I know you're not crying, that's something I would do, not you, never you. I kneel next to your bed and take your other and between both of my own. It's so warm compared to mine.

"What is it you want, Percy?"

It's not hatred in your voice, it's worry and concern.

"Childhood in the country..."

I bring my lips to yours, the only part of your face exposed. A rushed awkward motion, but perfect in it's own right. What do I taste like? Books and parchment and ink I suspect. I taste like the indoors and you taste like the outdoors. We are a world onto ourselves. Your hand slips from your eyes and curls around my neck drawing me into you. I'm drowning in your air. My hands are supporting my weight at either of your sides and while it is a bit uncomfortable I can't think of a place I would rather be. My twig like arms are like stilts supporting a house in a hurricane. With a quick motion of your other arm you pull my legs off the ground and on to the bed on top of your own. My arms give out and our lips slip apart. I roll half on to my side next to you and fluidly you are over me. Our eyes meet, everything is in your eyes.

Our mouths collide again and I can feel the warmth of your body on top of mine. Your warmth and the cold of my body thrust us into a sort of heat I can't describe. There are no words for some motions. You reposition yourself, your legs straddling mine so you can sit back and have use of your arms. Calloused hands undo the buttons of my shirt and my own more delicate ones undo the knot of my tie. Each motion is so simple, part of a complex whole. You manage to pull away your own shirt without touching a single button.

Our lips feel as if they are cemented together and I want to leave you drowning in my breath like I drown in yours. Suffocating from shared oxygen. My hands can't help but travel along the expanse of your toned muscular form and I am suddenly aware of how exposed I am. I must not be much to look at. Too skinny arms, a shallow chest moved only by shallow breaths. Everything too skinny and too long like a Muggle scarecrow. Perhaps I am beautiful to you? I hope I am.

Your hand reaches for the belt of my pants and instinctively I push it away. The kiss is broken, the myth is lost. I've offended you again. But this time my body and my mind are in agreement. Don't think I don't want you. Know I'm not ready for this. Understand me, please, hear me.

I can feel your hands wrap around to my back and your warm, moist mouth on my neck, suckling. It feels like innocence. We are tainted but it feels like innocence. There is no malice in your actions.

"What is it you want, Oliver?"

I try to gasp out the words mixed in with my constant breathing, I know I'm alive.

"Innocence in a warm home..."

Is that what I taste like to you? I fully expected classrooms in winter, dusty libraries. But Innocence in a warm home. Is that really who I am? Is that what you taste on my lips, in my heart? Innocence and warmth, like milk and laughter. I want to continue so desperately, but it's getting late and you have yet to even start your homework.

Maybe there is a little truth to perfect prefect Percy.

I think you realize it too and with a final kiss you sigh and release me. Release, that's the wrong word. We leave each other unsatisfied but content. I drift into sleep on your bed while you work at my desk. It becomes a challenge to keep my eyes open and I give in to the darkness.

Whatever time it is when you finally come back to bed I do not know or care. Neither of us bothered in changing for bed and your arm wraps around my naked chest. Your breath falls onto the back of my neck and I realize how cold I was without you. How cold I've been over the last few years. I think you notice that I'm awake again and your hand slips over my skin. What are you searching for in me? There is nothing there for you to find. Again your hand slips where I have before rejected it. Your fingers just below my now undone belt. My hand falls on your wrist to stop it.

"Simple motions."

"Simple motions."

My mind and body in constant conflict. Both my mind and body want this, but still something holds me back. I'm still fighting something but I'm not quite sure what it is. My hand lifts from your wrist and you take it as a cue to continue. There is no use for a charm, there is no one left to silence.

I don't need to pretend it's you, it is you. You're warm breath against my neck, your rough but gentle hands on me. Teasing me without the malice. I struggle to kick away my pants and with a light laugh you help me. If only they could see their perfect prefect now. No, that's not what I meant, what do I mean? I'm so strangely naked with my slender legs against your clothed muscular ones. My breath quickens and my heart races, you hold me on the edge.

Simple motions in the dark.

A complex ecstasy.
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