"Cute! Cute is for kittens and bunnies and pink jumpers. Calling a man cute the same as calling a girl handsome." Oliver ranted.

"You see! You get all indignant with your adorable male pride damaged." Tracey giggled. Giggled!

"Adorable? That's even worse. That's for dolls and pajamas." Oliver lowered his head into the palm of his hand.

"Well, you are my adorable little bunny." She smirked at him. Smirked!

"At least you didn't use cuddly." He managed to whisper in defeat.

"Well..." Tracey drawled, her single word wafting like steam to his reddening cheeks.

"Oh gods. I'm a male sports star, that has been called cute, adorable and given an implied cuddly. My only saving grace is that no one other than us heard this." Oliver said.

Wild laughter from outside the room reached him. Kill me now, was the only thought he could manage, before casting a silencing charm. On list of humiliations in life, this ranked at his inglorious number three, up from the seven it was at the bunny comment.

"Come on! Don't be such a drama queen." Tracey said, pushing the moment to scathing number two.

"Ugh. You won't ever let me forget this, will you?" Oliver asked, eyes praying for silent reassurance that he was wrong.

"Of course not. Actually, the video recorder over there is on. Has been for a while." She stated matter-of-factly.

And just there and then, that moment went to a gleeful number one. He slumped back onto the bed. When looking up, he saw her smiling into a cup of tea. Smiling!

He would have been royally outraged if she had any clothes on.


Made for the November Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition, Connect the Characters Challenge.

Prompt: 29. Cute

Character: Oliver Wood

Pairing: Oliver Wood / Tracey Davis