Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 ||

Sʜᴇ’s ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ—ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ @CrimsonXCharm

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘥 | 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘺𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝.

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝟾𝟽% 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚢, 𝟷𝟹% 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎.

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

“Though I suspect I'm going to regret giving you permission to tease me.”

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

Oliver smiled softly, tightening his arm around her as he looked down at her.

“Aye. That's a fair arrangement, so it is.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I've missed this. And I've missed you.”

A brief pause. --

[Lydia Helion Addington @CrimsonXCharm]

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are here now.”

Another short pause and a smile forming back on her features.

“…And I can teasing you in between my affection, and having you all to myself.”

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

Oliver gave her a sheepish look, before slipping an arm around her.

“Been here, mostly. Life's just been a bit hectic.”

He gave her a small squeeze.

“Didn't mean to disappear, though. Sorry, love.”

[Lydia Helion Addington @CrimsonXCharm]

It’s been unusual quite…

..What is @WoodenGoals up to?

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm "...Or we're about to discover we've now got the biggest bath in County Antrim."

He slipped his wand back into his pocket, entirely unfazed.

"Only one way to find out, so there is."

A faint smile finally appeared.

"Ladies first."

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm

Oliver had been under the impression that he was having a perfectly quiet afternoon.

Tea made, biscuit acquired. Five minutes of peace before the rest of the world remembered he existed.

It had been a nice thought.

He wandered into the kitchen, mug in --

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm dramatic movement.

Just a calm, precise flick, accompanied by a quietly spoken incantation. Oliver waited a second, then looked from the bath to Lydia, then back again.

"...Well."

Another pause.

"I've either done it perfectly..."

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. --

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm to turn round in five seconds and find you've decided the sink is more appealing than the bath again?"

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm risk personal injury for the sake of your relaxation."

A pause.

"That's commitment, that is."

A faint smile appeared.

He stepped back half a pace, letting his hands fall away only reluctantly.

"So."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Are we doing this properly, or am I going --

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm to spend another ten minutes standing here discussing its theoretical hazards?"

[Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅ @WoodenGoals]

@CrimsonXCharm "I suppose if I'm going to be stitched up by somebody..."

His voice dropped quietly.

"...I'd rather it was you."

Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"...Now," he murmured, "are we actually getting into this bath, or are we going --