Innocent Words Act III
Author: Captain Cornflake II
Chapter One: Hawaiian Heaven Part One
A/N: Well….it's finally here, Part Three of Innocent words, here comes the honeymoon. Several scenes will be cut or just not written because one, the rating, two I can't be bothered/can't write said scenes to save my life and three, well there is no three, enjoy!
Disclaimer
I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling/Warner Bros does. I own Em and any other original characters.
The first shards of sunlight that signalled a new day came floating in through the windows, silhouetting the couple still asleep in bed.
Oliver yawned and woke up, rubbing his eyes as he stretched his arms to the ceiling, he glanced lovingly at the other sleeping form still clamped to his side.
Heh, the things they had done last night, it made him blush now to even think of it. He pulled on a dressing gown over the navy boxer shorts he was wearing and padded downstairs.
He heard a soft clink of a cup in the kitchen so he figured his mum was already up.
Fiona was milling around the kitchen, brewing up a nice strong cup of tea when her beloved son decided to make an appearance. She put her head on one side when she noticed the very ruffled hair, the mouth-half-open/vacant expression look, and the one thing that stuck out the most was the several love-bites on his neck.
"Well, looks like you had a good time last night…" she half-laughed, sipping on her tea.
"I tell you...what she can't do with two hands, I don't wanna know about…" he replied, putting both hands in the air for a moment, "Wait, I shouldn't have said that…"
"Yeah..." breathed Fiona, who was now slightly freaked out.
"Oh man, I'm knackered…" he sighed, putting his head in his hands.
"Well, don't forget you've got flights to catch today…"
"Oh yeah, man are we going to be knacked when we get there"
"Where is Em?"
"She's still asleep...I think" said Oliver, waving a hand in the direction of the stairs.
At that precise moment however, Em had woken up with a start, and glanced bleary-eyed around the room. Man had last night been one wild-ass night. When she noticed she was on her own, she slipped out of bed and pulled on a satin kimono.
She stood at the top of the stairs for a few moments, spying on the conversation between Oliver and his mum. She stifled a laugh and made her way downstairs into the kitchen.
"Morning…" she grinned, sliding her arms around his waist and resting her cheek in the middle of his back as he sat at the bench.
"Geroff…" he groaned playfully pulling her to his side.
"What? Can't your missus give you a hug now?" she teased, pinching his cheek.
"Yes she can, but not on my back, I much prefer seeing her face…" he arched an eyebrow and gave her a quick kiss.
"You know…I was just like that with your father when we first got married…" teased Fiona, boiling the kettle again…
"Only with bigger hair…" replied Oliver, having seen a picture of his mother then.
"Quiet you…" she said, swatting at her son's head.
"Hey I'm only telling the truth…" laughed Oliver, sipping on his tea.
After the newlyweds had consumed their breakfast, they set about packing some suitcases for the honeymoon they had to set off for in a few hours time.
At 1:30 that afternoon, the couple arrived at Gatwick airport for the first lengthy flight they had to endure on the way to a paradise fortnight away from it all, away from the grief of losing a parent and away from the grief of losing a child an nearly losing the person closest to you besides your parents.
"Ooh I'm gonna miss you…" Fiona half-cooed as she gave Oliver a huge hug.
"Mum…I'm only gonna be gone for two weeks…it's not like I'm going forever or anything…"
"I know…but like I said yesterday…no matter how old you get…you're still my baby…even thought you're a real grown-up now.."
"Yeah…" he said, puffing out his chest slightly, "I'm a big man now mum…I'm a married man…" he said, putting an emphasis on the word married.
Fiona gave him a small smile and ushered him away to the check in point, "Go on…get yourselves away, have fun…enjoy the sunshine…I'll go watch from the café"
"Fiona…we still don't know how to thank you…we really don't" said Em, hugging her mother-in-law.
"Don't worry about it…you can thank me when you get back, now go...or you'll miss your flight."
The couple wandered off, through the check-in point, through security and into the lounge, where they put their feet up with a cup of tea until boarding opened for the first flight to Denver.
"You know what it is? I'm knackered already…" sighed Em, as she propped her feet up on the short-legged table in front of her.
"Ah…well get your sleep now…cause you are gonna need some energy when we get there..." teased Oliver, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh ho…I am am I?" she smiled, leaning on his shoulder, "And why might that be?" she asked in a naïve tone.
"Well…." He grinned innocently and slipped a hand further down her back until it rested lightly on her rear end, she squeaked slightly and blushed heavily, she glared at him with a small smile on her face, "What? Can't a man feel his wife's bum once in a while?"
"Yes he can…" she moved closer to him, "But not in public…"
He made a puppy dog face and pouted at her, but he was cut short when boarding opened for their flight, they were quickly in their seats and preparing for take off. Em sat back and smiled as the hostess demonstrated where all the exits were, and how to put on the life jackets…they also thankfully mentioned that there were bags available to be sick in.
The take-off was no problem at all, but once the plane levelled out and reached it's optimum height, Em began to feel the effects of flying 500mph at 35,000 feet up in the air…for something like nine hours.
"Oh jeez…" she moaned, leaning forward, with the sick bag under her face, "How much longer are we gonna be on here?"
"Um…five hours….don't worry you'll be ok…" he half-cooed, rubbing her back
"Ugh…doubt that…" she groaned as she threw up again, she wiped the corner of her mouth, and thankfully at that moment, the drinks trolley appeared and Em ordered her favourite, vodka and coke on ice. Oliver glanced at her as she mixed the beverages together.
"What? If we're gonna be here for so long I might as well be a little sedated…." She sighed and flopped her head back.
By the time the plane landed at Denver International Airport, Em was fast asleep on Oliver's shoulder. He shook her until she seemed moderately awake; she stretched her arms high above her head and let out a loud yawn before collecting up her things and getting off the plane.
Em shielded her eyes from the early evening American sun as the passengers were ushered into the main building, as they reached the lounge type area, Em and Oliver collapsed heavily into a pair of rather soft chairs.
A large, well-built Texan man wearing a Stetson glanced up over his paper and saw the exasperated expressions on their faces:
"Long flight huh?"
Oliver looked up suddenly, "You could say that…"
"Your accent ain't local…where you from son?" asked the man, trying to be generally friendly.
"Northern Scotland" started Oliver,
"Northern England…" piped up Em, drawing her eyes level with the Texan man's.
"Long way away from home aren't you? So you're off some exotic location on vacation ah guesses"
"Well actually…" groaned Em, rubbing her eyes, "It's out honeymoon…and we're off to…"
She was cut off when a rather irritated looking American Airlines rep showed up, looking rather stressed out:
"Hi there I'm Nikki…I'm with American Airlines…is anyone in here due on a flight with us to Honolulu in an hour and a half?"
Oliver and Em, plus a few others raised their hands…
"Oh…well I have some bad news, your plane has been delayed in California, some problem with luggage or something or other….and there will unfortunately be a delay of five hours…I'm sorry for any major inconveniences caused…"
She swept away in the blink of an eye.
"Dammit!" cursed Em, slapping her hand into her leg,
"It's alright…we'll get there eventually…I hope…" Oliver said softly, kissing the top of her head.
"Nothing ever seems to go smoothly when we're travelling does it?"
"Yeah it does…what about last summer?"
"What about the screaming kids on the coach?"
"Ah…you do have a point there.." he trailed off, pulling her into his chest. "I wonder how Elizabeth is coping…"
"Eh? Who's Elizabeth?"
"Going into her seventh year…" said Oliver carefully, emitting the school's name, especially in front of all these muggles, "Seems to know you…big fan…"
"Oh…that Elizabeth…how do you know her, besides the fact she was at the wedding?"
"She came into the grounds one weekend looking for a summer job…and she got one"
"Doing what?" asked Em, suspiciously raising an eyebrow.
"Um…training our cheerleading squad…"
"Cheerleading squad? Since when did we have a cheerleading squad?"
"Since Frank got back from Florida and told us how much cheerleaders did for team morale over there…"
"Yeah and I bet the teams over there were all guys…"
"Well yeah they were…but Frank thought about all that…and there will be male cheerleaders as well…although they will be well out numbered by the girls…"
"Yuh huh…" Em arched an eyebrow at him and folded her arms across her chest.
"Awww….don't worry…you know I love you…" he teased, playing a stray strand of hair that was hanging from the bunches in her hair.
"I know you do…I'm just being childish…" she sighed, leaning on his shoulder.
"Nah…it's understandable….all those girls running around…in short skirts…" he trailed off and faked a dreamy expression.
"Oliver!" scolded Em, slapping him in the arm; "You are such a git sometimes!"
"I know I am…" he teased, laying an arm around her shoulders…
Five hours later, and after much apologising from several American Airlines representatives, they were finally on the plane to Honolulu, and by now it was nearly midnight local time…Em yawned as she found her seat, and glanced at her watch, which was still on London time, she turned to Oliver, who was almost asleep:
"You know it's breakfast time tomorrow at home…" she said sleepily.
"Is it…what time is it here?"
"Midnight…and it's…about ten in Honolulu…"
"Oh man…" he groaned, rubbing his eyes, "C'mon...lets get a bit shut eye…" he pulled Em so she was laying her head on his chest, she fluttered her eyelids until she could keep them open no more, they were both asleep quickly after take-off.
They awoke when the old man from New York who was sitting next to Oliver nudged him slightly and warned him that they were coming in to land, the couple groggily clung to their seats as the plane seemed to bounce in every conceivable direction as it skidded to a halt on the runway.
"Phew…thank god for that…" sighed Em, as the seatbelt light finally went off and they were allowed to leave the plane, the captain's voice was telling them the local time and temperature:
"Welcome to Honolulu ladies and gentlemen…the local time is four AM, and the weather outside is beautiful, the temperature is 68 degrees, and for you British among us, that's 20 degrees Celsius…"
Em blinked slightly as they took their first steps outside into the Hawaiian dawn, the sky was still dark, but near the ground in the distance were the first signs of the rising sun, every hue of pink and red were able to be seen in the horizon.
"It's beautiful…" Em said breathlessly, stepping slowly towards the main airport building, yawning and stretching as she went…
An hour later, at 5am, Oliver and Em finally reached their hotel, The Pacific Beach Hotel, right on the beachfront, fantastic looking building it was, and upon check in they found out that not only did they have an ocean view, but they had an ocean view, from a penthouse suite...Em was shocked at the generosity of bother hers and Oliver parents, she found a note from them in the room reservation, she yawned slightly as she read it:
"Hoping you haven't had too much trouble getting here, well enjoy the view, we know you'll like it…" the paper was signed by all four parents, Em smiled slightly and folded the note up as a tanned looking young porter came and offered to show them to their room, on the seventh floor.
A/N: Im gonna finish it there for now ladies….will continue with part two as soon as I can…INNOCENT WORDS IS BACK BABY!!
Author: Captain Cornflake II
Chapter One: Hawaiian Heaven Part One
A/N: Well….it's finally here, Part Three of Innocent words, here comes the honeymoon. Several scenes will be cut or just not written because one, the rating, two I can't be bothered/can't write said scenes to save my life and three, well there is no three, enjoy!
Disclaimer
I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling/Warner Bros does. I own Em and any other original characters.
The first shards of sunlight that signalled a new day came floating in through the windows, silhouetting the couple still asleep in bed.
Oliver yawned and woke up, rubbing his eyes as he stretched his arms to the ceiling, he glanced lovingly at the other sleeping form still clamped to his side.
Heh, the things they had done last night, it made him blush now to even think of it. He pulled on a dressing gown over the navy boxer shorts he was wearing and padded downstairs.
He heard a soft clink of a cup in the kitchen so he figured his mum was already up.
Fiona was milling around the kitchen, brewing up a nice strong cup of tea when her beloved son decided to make an appearance. She put her head on one side when she noticed the very ruffled hair, the mouth-half-open/vacant expression look, and the one thing that stuck out the most was the several love-bites on his neck.
"Well, looks like you had a good time last night…" she half-laughed, sipping on her tea.
"I tell you...what she can't do with two hands, I don't wanna know about…" he replied, putting both hands in the air for a moment, "Wait, I shouldn't have said that…"
"Yeah..." breathed Fiona, who was now slightly freaked out.
"Oh man, I'm knackered…" he sighed, putting his head in his hands.
"Well, don't forget you've got flights to catch today…"
"Oh yeah, man are we going to be knacked when we get there"
"Where is Em?"
"She's still asleep...I think" said Oliver, waving a hand in the direction of the stairs.
At that precise moment however, Em had woken up with a start, and glanced bleary-eyed around the room. Man had last night been one wild-ass night. When she noticed she was on her own, she slipped out of bed and pulled on a satin kimono.
She stood at the top of the stairs for a few moments, spying on the conversation between Oliver and his mum. She stifled a laugh and made her way downstairs into the kitchen.
"Morning…" she grinned, sliding her arms around his waist and resting her cheek in the middle of his back as he sat at the bench.
"Geroff…" he groaned playfully pulling her to his side.
"What? Can't your missus give you a hug now?" she teased, pinching his cheek.
"Yes she can, but not on my back, I much prefer seeing her face…" he arched an eyebrow and gave her a quick kiss.
"You know…I was just like that with your father when we first got married…" teased Fiona, boiling the kettle again…
"Only with bigger hair…" replied Oliver, having seen a picture of his mother then.
"Quiet you…" she said, swatting at her son's head.
"Hey I'm only telling the truth…" laughed Oliver, sipping on his tea.
After the newlyweds had consumed their breakfast, they set about packing some suitcases for the honeymoon they had to set off for in a few hours time.
At 1:30 that afternoon, the couple arrived at Gatwick airport for the first lengthy flight they had to endure on the way to a paradise fortnight away from it all, away from the grief of losing a parent and away from the grief of losing a child an nearly losing the person closest to you besides your parents.
"Ooh I'm gonna miss you…" Fiona half-cooed as she gave Oliver a huge hug.
"Mum…I'm only gonna be gone for two weeks…it's not like I'm going forever or anything…"
"I know…but like I said yesterday…no matter how old you get…you're still my baby…even thought you're a real grown-up now.."
"Yeah…" he said, puffing out his chest slightly, "I'm a big man now mum…I'm a married man…" he said, putting an emphasis on the word married.
Fiona gave him a small smile and ushered him away to the check in point, "Go on…get yourselves away, have fun…enjoy the sunshine…I'll go watch from the café"
"Fiona…we still don't know how to thank you…we really don't" said Em, hugging her mother-in-law.
"Don't worry about it…you can thank me when you get back, now go...or you'll miss your flight."
The couple wandered off, through the check-in point, through security and into the lounge, where they put their feet up with a cup of tea until boarding opened for the first flight to Denver.
"You know what it is? I'm knackered already…" sighed Em, as she propped her feet up on the short-legged table in front of her.
"Ah…well get your sleep now…cause you are gonna need some energy when we get there..." teased Oliver, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh ho…I am am I?" she smiled, leaning on his shoulder, "And why might that be?" she asked in a naïve tone.
"Well…." He grinned innocently and slipped a hand further down her back until it rested lightly on her rear end, she squeaked slightly and blushed heavily, she glared at him with a small smile on her face, "What? Can't a man feel his wife's bum once in a while?"
"Yes he can…" she moved closer to him, "But not in public…"
He made a puppy dog face and pouted at her, but he was cut short when boarding opened for their flight, they were quickly in their seats and preparing for take off. Em sat back and smiled as the hostess demonstrated where all the exits were, and how to put on the life jackets…they also thankfully mentioned that there were bags available to be sick in.
The take-off was no problem at all, but once the plane levelled out and reached it's optimum height, Em began to feel the effects of flying 500mph at 35,000 feet up in the air…for something like nine hours.
"Oh jeez…" she moaned, leaning forward, with the sick bag under her face, "How much longer are we gonna be on here?"
"Um…five hours….don't worry you'll be ok…" he half-cooed, rubbing her back
"Ugh…doubt that…" she groaned as she threw up again, she wiped the corner of her mouth, and thankfully at that moment, the drinks trolley appeared and Em ordered her favourite, vodka and coke on ice. Oliver glanced at her as she mixed the beverages together.
"What? If we're gonna be here for so long I might as well be a little sedated…." She sighed and flopped her head back.
By the time the plane landed at Denver International Airport, Em was fast asleep on Oliver's shoulder. He shook her until she seemed moderately awake; she stretched her arms high above her head and let out a loud yawn before collecting up her things and getting off the plane.
Em shielded her eyes from the early evening American sun as the passengers were ushered into the main building, as they reached the lounge type area, Em and Oliver collapsed heavily into a pair of rather soft chairs.
A large, well-built Texan man wearing a Stetson glanced up over his paper and saw the exasperated expressions on their faces:
"Long flight huh?"
Oliver looked up suddenly, "You could say that…"
"Your accent ain't local…where you from son?" asked the man, trying to be generally friendly.
"Northern Scotland" started Oliver,
"Northern England…" piped up Em, drawing her eyes level with the Texan man's.
"Long way away from home aren't you? So you're off some exotic location on vacation ah guesses"
"Well actually…" groaned Em, rubbing her eyes, "It's out honeymoon…and we're off to…"
She was cut off when a rather irritated looking American Airlines rep showed up, looking rather stressed out:
"Hi there I'm Nikki…I'm with American Airlines…is anyone in here due on a flight with us to Honolulu in an hour and a half?"
Oliver and Em, plus a few others raised their hands…
"Oh…well I have some bad news, your plane has been delayed in California, some problem with luggage or something or other….and there will unfortunately be a delay of five hours…I'm sorry for any major inconveniences caused…"
She swept away in the blink of an eye.
"Dammit!" cursed Em, slapping her hand into her leg,
"It's alright…we'll get there eventually…I hope…" Oliver said softly, kissing the top of her head.
"Nothing ever seems to go smoothly when we're travelling does it?"
"Yeah it does…what about last summer?"
"What about the screaming kids on the coach?"
"Ah…you do have a point there.." he trailed off, pulling her into his chest. "I wonder how Elizabeth is coping…"
"Eh? Who's Elizabeth?"
"Going into her seventh year…" said Oliver carefully, emitting the school's name, especially in front of all these muggles, "Seems to know you…big fan…"
"Oh…that Elizabeth…how do you know her, besides the fact she was at the wedding?"
"She came into the grounds one weekend looking for a summer job…and she got one"
"Doing what?" asked Em, suspiciously raising an eyebrow.
"Um…training our cheerleading squad…"
"Cheerleading squad? Since when did we have a cheerleading squad?"
"Since Frank got back from Florida and told us how much cheerleaders did for team morale over there…"
"Yeah and I bet the teams over there were all guys…"
"Well yeah they were…but Frank thought about all that…and there will be male cheerleaders as well…although they will be well out numbered by the girls…"
"Yuh huh…" Em arched an eyebrow at him and folded her arms across her chest.
"Awww….don't worry…you know I love you…" he teased, playing a stray strand of hair that was hanging from the bunches in her hair.
"I know you do…I'm just being childish…" she sighed, leaning on his shoulder.
"Nah…it's understandable….all those girls running around…in short skirts…" he trailed off and faked a dreamy expression.
"Oliver!" scolded Em, slapping him in the arm; "You are such a git sometimes!"
"I know I am…" he teased, laying an arm around her shoulders…
Five hours later, and after much apologising from several American Airlines representatives, they were finally on the plane to Honolulu, and by now it was nearly midnight local time…Em yawned as she found her seat, and glanced at her watch, which was still on London time, she turned to Oliver, who was almost asleep:
"You know it's breakfast time tomorrow at home…" she said sleepily.
"Is it…what time is it here?"
"Midnight…and it's…about ten in Honolulu…"
"Oh man…" he groaned, rubbing his eyes, "C'mon...lets get a bit shut eye…" he pulled Em so she was laying her head on his chest, she fluttered her eyelids until she could keep them open no more, they were both asleep quickly after take-off.
They awoke when the old man from New York who was sitting next to Oliver nudged him slightly and warned him that they were coming in to land, the couple groggily clung to their seats as the plane seemed to bounce in every conceivable direction as it skidded to a halt on the runway.
"Phew…thank god for that…" sighed Em, as the seatbelt light finally went off and they were allowed to leave the plane, the captain's voice was telling them the local time and temperature:
"Welcome to Honolulu ladies and gentlemen…the local time is four AM, and the weather outside is beautiful, the temperature is 68 degrees, and for you British among us, that's 20 degrees Celsius…"
Em blinked slightly as they took their first steps outside into the Hawaiian dawn, the sky was still dark, but near the ground in the distance were the first signs of the rising sun, every hue of pink and red were able to be seen in the horizon.
"It's beautiful…" Em said breathlessly, stepping slowly towards the main airport building, yawning and stretching as she went…
An hour later, at 5am, Oliver and Em finally reached their hotel, The Pacific Beach Hotel, right on the beachfront, fantastic looking building it was, and upon check in they found out that not only did they have an ocean view, but they had an ocean view, from a penthouse suite...Em was shocked at the generosity of bother hers and Oliver parents, she found a note from them in the room reservation, she yawned slightly as she read it:
"Hoping you haven't had too much trouble getting here, well enjoy the view, we know you'll like it…" the paper was signed by all four parents, Em smiled slightly and folded the note up as a tanned looking young porter came and offered to show them to their room, on the seventh floor.
A/N: Im gonna finish it there for now ladies….will continue with part two as soon as I can…INNOCENT WORDS IS BACK BABY!!