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Fic: Adding Some Colour
Title: Adding Some Colour
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alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Percy Weasley
Word Count: 845
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Fluff. If you hate to read romantic declarations in fics, this may not be for you. ;)
A/N: Written forbrinimc as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Percy/Oliver, prompt: striped socks.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Adding Some Colour
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“Thank you for the invitation, Mrs Weasley.” Oliver smiles and Percy’s heart does a quick flip flop as it usually does when he sees his lover. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”
“You’re most welcome, dear.” Molly Weasley is the consummate hostess, but Percy can see the mental wheels turning, so he intervenes.
“Hey, Oliver,” he says, pulling him inside the house. “Come on in. It’s great that you could take time away from your busy Quidditch schedule to visit.”
Oliver grins. “Oh, the lads on the team were glad to see me go. They said I was getting a bit tense.” He winks and Percy flushes.
In the background, Percy can hear George sniggering, and he once again wonders why he ever admitted the truth about his relationship with Oliver.
“Well you can relax here.” Molly gestures towards the sitting room. “Everyone else is through there. Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to show Oliver. It’s up in my room.” Percy is careful not to meet his mother’s eyes. “We’ll be quick.”
Molly turns away. “All right, dear,” she says on her way back to the kitchen. “Just be sure you wash up before dinner.”
“Please,” George murmurs, leaning against the door.
Percy ignores him. “This way,” he says, clasping Oliver’s elbow and steering him towards the stairs. In the main room people are chatting and Percy manages to slip Oliver past without anyone else saying a word.
“Do you think they know I’ve every intention of getting you dirty?” Oliver murmurs in Percy’s ear as they hurry up the stairs.
Percy’s knees practically turn to jelly. “Shh!” he hisses. “Someone may hear.”
“That’s why there are Silencing Charms,” Oliver replies as they enter Percy’s room. The moment the door shuts, Oliver’s lips are on Percy, and he’s tackling him onto the bed.
Percy barely manages to put up the charm before Oliver starts pulling off his clothes, kissing his throat and chest. “Missed you,” he growls, fingers fumbling with Percy’s buttons.
They disrobe quickly, Percy panting as Oliver’s warm, naked body presses him into the bed. “Missed you, too,” Percy whispers against Oliver’s skin.
When they’re apart, Percy sometimes wonders if he’s imagined what sex with Oliver is like, but when they’re together, it’s like living in a dream. They move slowly, Percy savouring Oliver’s every touch, and when Oliver finally, finally sinks into Percy, it’s all Percy can do not to come immediately.
“So tight,” Oliver growls, sucking kisses into Percy’s throat as he moves.
“More,” Percy cries, arching his body to get closer.
Soon they are writhing together, and coming together; Oliver first, followed closely by Percy, who shudders as Oliver slips out of him. “Brilliant,” Oliver mouths against Percy’s skin as he regains his breath.
“Yes,” Percy agrees, his hands caressing Oliver’s back.
A sharp knock at the door makes them both jump.
“George,” Percy explains, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. “He knows the Silencing Charm is up. We’ve five minutes to make it downstairs.”
Oliver, still sprawled naked on the bed, smiles. “You told him about us?”
Blushing, Percy shrugs. “I didn’t have to actually. He guessed.”
“He always was a smart one.” Oliver starts to sit up too, then pauses. “What do you think your parents will say when they find out?”
Percy, who’s been thinking about nothing else for days, sighs. “I’ve no idea.” He clasps Oliver’s hand. “But whatever happens, I’m tired of hiding.”
Oliver nods. “Me, too.” He grins. “And you’re wearing my socks.”
Percy glances down to see that he’s mistakenly donned Oliver’s striped socks. They’re Falmouth Falcons’ colours, and his mother will notice immediately. He moves to take them off but Oliver stops him.
“No, I like them on you.” He kisses Percy, tongue moving slowly in his mouth. They’re both panting when they draw apart. “Keep them.”
Percy smiles. “All right. And you can have mine.”
Eyebrow raised, Oliver holds up Percy’s brown socks. “You need more colour in your life, love.”
Percy chuckles. “Why? I have you.”
Oliver’s response, while gratifying, delays them another few minutes, so that by the time they get downstairs, everyone is waiting.
“Ah, there you are,” Molly says, looking back and forth between them. “And George says you’ve something to tell us?”
Percy shoots a nasty glare at George, who looks unrepentant, and it’s Oliver who reveals their secret by clasping Percy’s hand. “I love your son,” he says simply. “I hope that’s all right.”
There’s a shocked pause and then pandemonium erupts. “Oh that’s wonderful!” Molly cries, hurrying forward to hug both Percy and Oliver. “I’ve been worried about Percy finding someone to make him happy. Welcome to the family, dear.”
Everyone else takes their cue from Molly, of course, and soon Percy is the centre of a group of babbling people. Throughout the melee, however, Oliver clings fast to Percy’s hand, and Percy, who normally abhors attention, finds he doesn’t mind being at its centre, as long as Oliver is there, too.
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Percy Weasley
Word Count: 845
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Fluff. If you hate to read romantic declarations in fics, this may not be for you. ;)
A/N: Written for
brinimc as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Percy/Oliver, prompt: striped socks.Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Adding Some Colour
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“Thank you for the invitation, Mrs Weasley.” Oliver smiles and Percy’s heart does a quick flip flop as it usually does when he sees his lover. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”
“You’re most welcome, dear.” Molly Weasley is the consummate hostess, but Percy can see the mental wheels turning, so he intervenes.
“Hey, Oliver,” he says, pulling him inside the house. “Come on in. It’s great that you could take time away from your busy Quidditch schedule to visit.”
Oliver grins. “Oh, the lads on the team were glad to see me go. They said I was getting a bit tense.” He winks and Percy flushes.
In the background, Percy can hear George sniggering, and he once again wonders why he ever admitted the truth about his relationship with Oliver.
“Well you can relax here.” Molly gestures towards the sitting room. “Everyone else is through there. Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to show Oliver. It’s up in my room.” Percy is careful not to meet his mother’s eyes. “We’ll be quick.”
Molly turns away. “All right, dear,” she says on her way back to the kitchen. “Just be sure you wash up before dinner.”
“Please,” George murmurs, leaning against the door.
Percy ignores him. “This way,” he says, clasping Oliver’s elbow and steering him towards the stairs. In the main room people are chatting and Percy manages to slip Oliver past without anyone else saying a word.
“Do you think they know I’ve every intention of getting you dirty?” Oliver murmurs in Percy’s ear as they hurry up the stairs.
Percy’s knees practically turn to jelly. “Shh!” he hisses. “Someone may hear.”
“That’s why there are Silencing Charms,” Oliver replies as they enter Percy’s room. The moment the door shuts, Oliver’s lips are on Percy, and he’s tackling him onto the bed.
Percy barely manages to put up the charm before Oliver starts pulling off his clothes, kissing his throat and chest. “Missed you,” he growls, fingers fumbling with Percy’s buttons.
They disrobe quickly, Percy panting as Oliver’s warm, naked body presses him into the bed. “Missed you, too,” Percy whispers against Oliver’s skin.
When they’re apart, Percy sometimes wonders if he’s imagined what sex with Oliver is like, but when they’re together, it’s like living in a dream. They move slowly, Percy savouring Oliver’s every touch, and when Oliver finally, finally sinks into Percy, it’s all Percy can do not to come immediately.
“So tight,” Oliver growls, sucking kisses into Percy’s throat as he moves.
“More,” Percy cries, arching his body to get closer.
Soon they are writhing together, and coming together; Oliver first, followed closely by Percy, who shudders as Oliver slips out of him. “Brilliant,” Oliver mouths against Percy’s skin as he regains his breath.
“Yes,” Percy agrees, his hands caressing Oliver’s back.
A sharp knock at the door makes them both jump.
“George,” Percy explains, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. “He knows the Silencing Charm is up. We’ve five minutes to make it downstairs.”
Oliver, still sprawled naked on the bed, smiles. “You told him about us?”
Blushing, Percy shrugs. “I didn’t have to actually. He guessed.”
“He always was a smart one.” Oliver starts to sit up too, then pauses. “What do you think your parents will say when they find out?”
Percy, who’s been thinking about nothing else for days, sighs. “I’ve no idea.” He clasps Oliver’s hand. “But whatever happens, I’m tired of hiding.”
Oliver nods. “Me, too.” He grins. “And you’re wearing my socks.”
Percy glances down to see that he’s mistakenly donned Oliver’s striped socks. They’re Falmouth Falcons’ colours, and his mother will notice immediately. He moves to take them off but Oliver stops him.
“No, I like them on you.” He kisses Percy, tongue moving slowly in his mouth. They’re both panting when they draw apart. “Keep them.”
Percy smiles. “All right. And you can have mine.”
Eyebrow raised, Oliver holds up Percy’s brown socks. “You need more colour in your life, love.”
Percy chuckles. “Why? I have you.”
Oliver’s response, while gratifying, delays them another few minutes, so that by the time they get downstairs, everyone is waiting.
“Ah, there you are,” Molly says, looking back and forth between them. “And George says you’ve something to tell us?”
Percy shoots a nasty glare at George, who looks unrepentant, and it’s Oliver who reveals their secret by clasping Percy’s hand. “I love your son,” he says simply. “I hope that’s all right.”
There’s a shocked pause and then pandemonium erupts. “Oh that’s wonderful!” Molly cries, hurrying forward to hug both Percy and Oliver. “I’ve been worried about Percy finding someone to make him happy. Welcome to the family, dear.”
Everyone else takes their cue from Molly, of course, and soon Percy is the centre of a group of babbling people. Throughout the melee, however, Oliver clings fast to Percy’s hand, and Percy, who normally abhors attention, finds he doesn’t mind being at its centre, as long as Oliver is there, too.
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