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rarepair_shorts2007-10-21 09:46 am
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FICLET: Welcome Back(Oliver/George)
Title:Welcome Back
Character Pairing: Oliver/George
Prompt: T is for Troll
Rating: VERY soft R. (for language)
Word Count: 455
Summary: Precurser to their shower.
Author's Notes: This is the second in a series of shorts. Have only done drabble series with this couple, so am enjoying this.
Link to prompt table
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Oliver’s ‘zombie’ boyfriend was slowly led up the stairs and through the bath room door. Was this the same man who had taken him clubbing; his ‘human bludger’ who would do anything to get a rise out of him? It seemed the life was drained from him.
Oliver blamed himself. He should have stayed longer after….. the loss. But Weasley had insisted. He wouldn’t hear of Oliver missing any more quidditch. Still he shouldn’t have listened. His place was here.
At least the rumors weren’t true. George hadn’t left town to live among the caves as a vampyre.
Taps magically turned, releasing warm water as Oliver surveyed his lover. Red stringy hair….covered in unmatched wrinkled garments, he looked awful… awful good. Oh Gods!. Heart racing, Oliver took deep deliberate breaths. Slower…he sighed; he had to go slower, at least until he could get Weasley out of this fucking stupid mood.
“You know luv, I am a bit peeved. You broke your promise.” Buttons loosened as trembling fingers slid down George’s shirt. “And you’re not getting away with it. The team thinks I made you up. Why didn’t you come?”
Oliver paused, steadying his voice, “You promised. But what do I find? Shop locked up tightly, blinds pulled shut and…”
“Didn’t ask you…” George mumbled.
Raising one eyebrow, Oliver slipped George’s shirt over his shoulders and to the floor. Uh-huh, he thought, you lock up with a spell only the two of us know. But go right ahead and tell yourself you didn’t want me to come and rescue you.
Finally reaching denim, Oliver’s fingers slid beneath the waistband and yanked George to him. Faces a whisper apart, Oliver shivered. This was hell…a wonderful hell…a slow, sensual buildup; so rare. If it weren’t for the sadness in Weasley’s eyes…
His thumbs stroking the jeans closing, Oliver teased his lover, voice low and raspy, “You realize I’m missing a very important game today. Miranda is playing at keeper in my place.” His lips ghosted George’s, “She’d rather play something else with me though.” Jeans slipped down George’s legs and to the floor. “The girl thinks I’m hot; said I get an O.” A deep, slow sigh escaped him, “O is for outstanding.”
“Yeah, and T is for Troll.”
Gods! A jab from Weasley? Oliver’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you just call me a…..?”
“If the shoe fits.”
Yup, it was definitely a jab. The boy was back, a devilish sparkle now resident in his eyes…. Oliver knew he was in for it.
“And A is for Arse.” George kicked off his jeans and pushed a fully clothed Oliver into the shower…”
“Weeeeeeasly! You little shit!”
“That would be S.”
“Fuck you!”
“I missed you too, Cap.”
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Character Pairing: Oliver/George
Prompt: T is for Troll
Rating: VERY soft R. (for language)
Word Count: 455
Summary: Precurser to their shower.
Author's Notes: This is the second in a series of shorts. Have only done drabble series with this couple, so am enjoying this.
Link to prompt table
Oliver’s ‘zombie’ boyfriend was slowly led up the stairs and through the bath room door. Was this the same man who had taken him clubbing; his ‘human bludger’ who would do anything to get a rise out of him? It seemed the life was drained from him.
Oliver blamed himself. He should have stayed longer after….. the loss. But Weasley had insisted. He wouldn’t hear of Oliver missing any more quidditch. Still he shouldn’t have listened. His place was here.
At least the rumors weren’t true. George hadn’t left town to live among the caves as a vampyre.
Taps magically turned, releasing warm water as Oliver surveyed his lover. Red stringy hair….covered in unmatched wrinkled garments, he looked awful… awful good. Oh Gods!. Heart racing, Oliver took deep deliberate breaths. Slower…he sighed; he had to go slower, at least until he could get Weasley out of this fucking stupid mood.
“You know luv, I am a bit peeved. You broke your promise.” Buttons loosened as trembling fingers slid down George’s shirt. “And you’re not getting away with it. The team thinks I made you up. Why didn’t you come?”
Oliver paused, steadying his voice, “You promised. But what do I find? Shop locked up tightly, blinds pulled shut and…”
“Didn’t ask you…” George mumbled.
Raising one eyebrow, Oliver slipped George’s shirt over his shoulders and to the floor. Uh-huh, he thought, you lock up with a spell only the two of us know. But go right ahead and tell yourself you didn’t want me to come and rescue you.
Finally reaching denim, Oliver’s fingers slid beneath the waistband and yanked George to him. Faces a whisper apart, Oliver shivered. This was hell…a wonderful hell…a slow, sensual buildup; so rare. If it weren’t for the sadness in Weasley’s eyes…
His thumbs stroking the jeans closing, Oliver teased his lover, voice low and raspy, “You realize I’m missing a very important game today. Miranda is playing at keeper in my place.” His lips ghosted George’s, “She’d rather play something else with me though.” Jeans slipped down George’s legs and to the floor. “The girl thinks I’m hot; said I get an O.” A deep, slow sigh escaped him, “O is for outstanding.”
“Yeah, and T is for Troll.”
Gods! A jab from Weasley? Oliver’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you just call me a…..?”
“If the shoe fits.”
Yup, it was definitely a jab. The boy was back, a devilish sparkle now resident in his eyes…. Oliver knew he was in for it.
“And A is for Arse.” George kicked off his jeans and pushed a fully clothed Oliver into the shower…”
“Weeeeeeasly! You little shit!”
“That would be S.”
“Fuck you!”
“I missed you too, Cap.”
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Aww. ♥ And the ending dialogue is really great!
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I'm glad you brought George back to his senses.