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Hello, Mr. Wood	By : GwenPennington Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After my shower, I checked on Oliver, who was downstairs watching television in his boxers. I sat next to him on the couch.
"Hey, I had one hell of a time cleaning my comforter. Good thing we're allowed to do magic at home now," he said, sounding just a little proud of the mess we had made.
"I'm kind of tired, so I'm going to bed," I announced, kissing his cheek. He moved to come with me, and he looked beyond disappointment when I told him no. "I think you need a rest." He still had a sort of dazed look in his eyes from earlier. He nodded slowly and kissed me before I went upstairs.
I woke a few hours later with the sensation of something crawling on my arm. Completely freaked out, I jumped out of bed and flicked on the light. There on my pillow was a large spider. I hate spiders. I danced around for a moment, looking for something to kill it with, before grabbing my wand. Then I dashed down the hall into Oliver's room. I jumped on the bed, startling him awake.
"Gwen, what is the matter with you?" he mumbled sleepily.
"I woke up because there was a spider crawling on my arm! You know I hate spiders. It was a big one, too!" I sat hugging my knees, rocking slightly. He dragged himself into a sitting position and started rubbing my back to calm me down.
"Well, it's gone now. No spiders in here. Just settle down."
I sat in silence for a moment, leaning against the headboard, the bed curtains on Oliver's side pulled open. Pale blue moonlight flooded in.
I rubbed my eyes. "I really can't sleep now." Hopping out of bed, I grabbed my pillow and pulled the comforter off the bed, dragging it with me.
"Where are you going with my blanket at four a.m.?" Oliver called.
"Outside," I said simply as I walked out the door and into the hall.
"Why? Hey, wait for me!" I heard his footsteps following me, and I smiled.
We continued through the various rooms, making our way out to the soft, green lawn behind the house, taking my wand with me. I laid the blanket flat and set my pillow down on one side. Then, I raised my wand and cast a bug-repelling charm above and around the blanket so we would not be bothered on what was left of the warm summer night.
"Where's your pillow?" I asked Oliver, who was looking at me in a state of confusion.
"Uh... inside. I didn't know I'd need it."
"Well, are you staying or going back inside?"
"You stole my blanket, so I might as well stay," he laughed. I smiled and conjured him a pillow, which he then placed near mine. "Why are we out here again?" He watched as I lay on my back.
"To watch the stars." I crossed my ankles and folded my hands on my belly. With a smile, he copied my posture. Away from the city, a billion stars sparkle in the dark blue sky.
"Do you remember my first Quidditch game?" Oliver asked suddenly after fifteen minutes of stargazing.
"You mean the one when you took a Bludger to the head and spent a week knocked out in the hospital wing?"
"Yeah, that'd be the one. I didn't even last five minutes," he chuckled.
"I'm glad you can laugh about it. That was the scariest week of my life." I rolled to my side and focused my attention on him.
"What do you mean?" He obviously didn't understand. "I was all right in the end."
"I spent every spare moment in the hospital wing next your bed." I frowned just thinking about it and resumed my supine position. "I was afraid you were never going to wake up. I didn't want to lose my best friend."
Oliver propped himself up on one arm and moved until he was leaning over me. I turned my head away, hoping he couldn't see the tears starting to build up in my eyes.
"Look at me, Gwen," he said softly, reaching out to lightly touch the far side of my face. I turned my head back and he made eye contact with me before continuing. "You'll never lose me, Gwen." He placed my hand on his bare chest. "As long as my heart is beating, and even after that. I'll haunt you if I have to," he added with a smirk.
"Promise?" I asked as a tear escaped the corner of my eye.
"I promise." He let go of my hand to wipe the tear away with his thumb, then brought his pillow closer to mine and put his head back down. He patted his chest and I accepted the invitation, now using him as my headrest. He pulled the blanket over to cover our bodies and we resumed our stargazing.
"Look!" I exclaimed as a shooting star streaked across the sky. "Make a wish!" My eyes followed the meteor as I made my wish.
"What did you wish for?" Oliver inquired, causing me to lift up my head.
"I can't tell you that," I smiled.
"Why not? I thought we told each other everything."
"If I tell you my wish, it won't come true." I moved my head closer to his.
"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow. "In that case, I won't tell you mine either." His arms wrapped more firmly around me, one hand moving up toward my head.
With one swift movement, he rolled me over onto my back. Grinning, I brought my head up to kiss him, not minding his weight. His left hand stayed under my head while the right rested on my hip, my arms wrapped around his neck. He lowered his head so I could put mine on the pillow again. His tongue slid into my mouth; he was getting straight to the point. I don't remember hooking my legs around his, but his hips fit nicely against mine.
With his groin pressed firmly against me, he certainly felt ready to go. The kisses got longer and harder as his hand rubbed my hip and started sliding around to my ass. My hand on the back of his neck pulled our foreheads together as I gently broke lip contact.
"I must say, Mr. Wood, that you have never before approached me with such ardor," I said in a low voice, eyes half-closed. He ever so slightly ground his hips and I gasped.
"I know." He grinned at my reaction and reattached his lips to mine. My fingers tangled in his hair as our tongues danced. He squeezed my ass and my eyes fluttered open. However, it was the sight before me and not his hands that elicited another gasp.
"Oliver, look," I breathed, his lips on my cheek, making their way to my neck. He seemed a little too caught up in the moment to realize I wasnt really responding to him anymore. "Oliver," I tried again, pushing gently on his shoulder.
Finally, he looked into my spellbound face, staring up at the heavens. He saw what was reflected in my eyes and rolled to his side, becoming transfixed by the dozens of meteors streaking across the sky.
"Gwen, that's beautiful and all but..." He trailed off and shifted uncomfortably, looking down at me again.
With a smirk, I reached out and put my hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. He rolled onto me again and kissed me while his hands found the hem of my tank top. His fingers slid under the fabric and I felt his warm palms on my belly. He started pushing it up. I hadn't planned on going all the way yet, but I couldn't deny that I wanted him now. Oliver shoved my shirt up to expose my breasts, then I helped him pull it off over my head. I couldn't remember him actually seeing my breasts before that. He had touched them through my shirt before, certainly, but now they were bared to him; I never wear a bra to bed. He touched the right one gingerly, lightly running his thumb over the nipple. That combined with the sudden exposure to the night air made my nipples hard. His lips left a trail of kisses down my neck and chest until they reached my right breast. His tongue circled the nipple before his hot mouth closed around it, sucking gently while he began to knead the other. I arched my back, thrusting my chest upward, and moaned quietly.
He switched after a moment, now pinching one nipple and sucking the other. His free hand slid down along my side. It reached the waist of my shorts and started working its way in, between underwear and flesh. His other hand left my breast and went down to join the other, hooking his fingers into my shorts. His lips returned to my neck as he pulled down. I lifted my hips and he slid my shorts off, down my legs so I could kick them off.
My fingers were tangled in his hair as I lay naked beneath him, though I wasnt at all uncomfortable in my present position. I just wanted to get his boxers off. I let my right hand slither down his back and around to his abdomen, then under the waistband of his shorts. I felt the muscles in his abdomen contract slightly as I gripped his erection. He even gasped, much to my delight. I gave him a gentle squeeze and caressed him before withdrawing my hand. I helped him pull his boxers down.
There was no longer a barrier between us, just skin against skin. His hand slid up my inner thigh, and then I felt his finger brush my lips. He wanted to feel how wet I was; apparently, he decided I wasn't ready. The tip of his dick grazed my thigh and his thumb rubbed my clit; he kissed and sucked my neck. I closed my eyes and spread my legs a little further, feeling the throbbing of my swollen clit. I was ready and he knew it. He positioned himself between my legs, and I inhaled, waiting for the plunge.
"Look at me, Gwen," he whispered near my ear. I opened my eyes and locked with his. Even in the dim light, I could tell that his eyes were that amazingly dark brown. He slid in slowly so I could adjust to his girth, much different from his fingers, and I bit my lip. He withdrew, but not entirely, and thrust in hard, making me gasp. He watched me with a pained look in his eyes; he must have forgotten that would hurt me. I wrapped my legs around his waist again, encouraging him to continue. He moved in and out slowly, gently, and the pain soon gave way to pleasure.
Oliver gained more confidence and started moving faster, burying his face in my neck. He moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders, but slid one back down to my breast. My hands slithered down his back, caressing his shoulders as I moaned softly in his ear. He quickened his pace and I moved my hips with his as we gasped and moaned.
I could feel the heat building from the friction between us, centered where our bodies connected, and it started to spread over me. Not knowing what I was doing, I nibbled and sucked his ear, which resulted in harder thrusts. He bucked his hips more wildly and I moaned louder and more frequently. He kneaded my breast and I arched upward into his hand.
He thrust in hard and shuddered, squeezing my breast. I felt that familiar explosion and my muscles tensed. I gave Oliver a long, low moan. He pumped weakly a couple of times before stopping and rolling to the side.
We were both breathing heavily and starting to sweat as we lay on our backs. I reached out for him and he took my hand, our heads falling together. I kissed him softly and put my head on his chest, drifting off to sleep.
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