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I watch the light go on in their spare bedroom before I apparate home. I wait for him to come to the window, for her to jump into his arms, almost knock him backwards. They're OK. Life's good.
-x-
-Katie-
Hugging myself, I wait for Eoin to leave, I wait for him to go, and slowly go upstairs to see how Oliver is getting on.
"Oliver, sweetheart?" I knock, there's a tired groan, he is tired, but slowly raises himself onto his elbows to look at me.
"Katie?" He's suddenly up on his feet, "What happened? Where am I?" he crosses to the window, "Why's it so hot in here?"
"Oliver, do you remember the Stag Party?" I offer quietly. He freezes and nods slowly. "Don't worry. It's OK." I reach out to him; he takes my hand and tugs me into his arms.
"I… I thought I was going to die." He says, "They just kept kicking and kicking… and they wouldn't let me go." I wrap my arms around him, almost jumping into his arms. He presses his lips to mine and smiles against them.
"Well, you're alright, now, aren't you?" He smiles at me, almost an evil smirk.
"It still hurts."
"Where?" I release him, running my hands up his sides gently, "tell me, I can help."
"Here." He points at a point on his neck, a bruise. I look at him and smile.
"Well," I press my lips against it. "Is that better?"
"Hmmm…" He groans slightly, "And here." He points, I kiss. It follows on like that for five or so minutes, until he pokes his lips and I kiss them so hard, he falls back onto the bed.
"I feel like… that girl from Indiana Jones." I laugh as he pulls me into another kiss. He laughs and looks at me, shrugging jovially. "Muggle film."
"Oh," and he pulls me into yet another kiss. "Well, would I be your Dr. Jones?"
"Have you seen it?"
"You showed it to me," He laughs, "remember?"
"Not in the slightest." He laughs again and pulls my t-shirt off. "Hey!"
"I'm injured," He pouts, "let me have some fun…"
-x-
"I can't believe, it's nearly Christmas," I whisper to him in the dark, that night.
"I know." He laughs, "We've got no presents-"
"Speak for yourself, I bought mine ages ago." I point at the cupboard, "All in there." He frowns as I look up at him; gently move my hand through his hair. He smiles at that, but there are those nerves in his eyes that block the full effect of his happiness.
He sighs tiredly and I shift further up towards him.
"What's wrong?" I whisper into his ear. "Is it…"
"It's nothing," He lies smoothly, but he forgets I know him too well. I press him for the answer a few times, it takes a long time for him to relent and let me know. "I'm… I was worried about leaving you behind."
I nearly laugh, suppressed mirth making me shake, he mistakes it for sobs, for terror.
"Oh, Kat, I'm-" I rest my hand on his bare chest, he shudders a breath nervously and closes his arm around me, pulling me into him tightly, making me feel warm and safe.
"It's laughter, Oliver." I whisper.
-Oliver-
"Laughter?" I return the word simply, "What… do you mean?"
"I mean… I just find it laughable that you'll ever leave me alone, on my own, I mean." She whispers softly, stroking her hand down my arm, reassuringly, making me shudder; my heart jump alive.
"What?"
"The war's over, the hurt's behind us, and everything we've come through has just made us," She points between us, "It's closed that gap between us, and I think I know you better than I have ever done before."
I have to smile at that, I have to hold her tight, squeeze her, and not let go, because I was scared I would lose her, I'd distance her when I said those words.
She pulls me closer, rises to her knees, leaning over me, reaching out for her clothes, the ones she was wearing last night. I pull her back to me; hear her swear as she lands with a louder thump than I thought she would.
"Fuck it!" She mutters, then, when I catch her hand as she brings it to her lips, "bloody bit my lip, didn't I?"
"Oh, Kates," She blinks, having not heard me call her that for an age, "Come here," I kiss her hard, she groans loudly into my mouth, part pleasure, part pain. "Is that better?" I smile as she looks at me, her eyes wild and dark, her lips slightly parted, kiss-reddened, her breathing sharp and dangerous, a small drop of blood on her bottom lip where she bit it, the same blood I can taste in my mouth now.
God, she's gorgeous.
I run a hand through my hair and raise myself onto my elbows, sighing.
"What's wrong?" She murmurs.
"You're too gorgeous." I grin as I speak, but she can see I mean it.
"What?"
"You're too perfect for me. You're beautiful and I don't deserve to have you and have turned your life upside down." I gasp at my own words, my breathing stopped temporarily as I feel her lips on mine, her hands almost scraping down my arms, hurting as she digs her nails into my bicep.
"Does that tell you anything about what I think of that statement?"
"I'm an idiot and there's no reason for me to be thinking like that?"
"Very simply, yes." She nods and raises herself wearily from the bed, finds her clothes and stands, stretches and watches me do the same. "Muppet." She says softly as she nears me again, pulls me into another kiss and looks around the bedroom. "You aware we stayed in our spare last night, when your mum and dad are coming down today… for Christmas with the Weasleys and they're going to be staying here, in this bed…" She trails off, "Oh, Merlin, they're not going to want to sleep here… after what we did last-" She throws herself down on the covers and looks up at me.
"What?"
"I'm going to have to burn all this." She indicates the duvet and sheets, and blankets that have fallen on the floor overnight, "Before your parents even start to come near this room." She looks at me again, her face pale.
"They know we're…" I start, but then the starkness of the situation hits me, the perverse comedy of the moment. "Oh, fuck." And for a minute, that's all I can say, over and over again.
"Yeah, pretty much," Katie says, motioning for me to help her pull the duvet covers off and fetch the new bedclothes as fast as I can.
When I return, armfuls of bed linen in my grasp, I see her struggling and wave my wand, hoping that'll make things easier.
One mess of tangled sheets and confused clothes later, she has her arms folded and looks frustrated beneath the mass of bedclothes.
I can't help laughing my head off as she makes a strangled noise and fights to get the stuff off her, groaning and pulling at them angrily. Minutes later, I have to let out a full-on guffaw as I watch her fall onto the floor and lay still, muttering, "Fucking… Stuff," under her breath as she attempts to disentangle herself from the clothes.
-Katie-
I manage to get the clothes back onto the bed as I sigh, Oliver looks at me, semi-dressed, still laughing, a slightly evil grin on his face.
"What?" I mutter, staring back at him with all the evil in his gaze.
"Nothing." He's trying not to laugh, though. My look must say it all, "Well, you have to admit, it was kind of funny…"
"Ha-ha. So funny I forgot to laugh," I retort, he sweeps me into his arms and kisses me again.
"Aww, Katie, you know I don't mean it." He smiles at me, kisses fluttering across my cheeks, lips touching mine very gently, as though he's afraid I'm going to yell.
"Good," I whisper, waiting for him to kiss me again.
He hesitates for a second, watching me.
"We're together, and nothing's going to change," I whisper as I realise it's the fear, he's scared, he's waiting for me to speak, to reassure him. "Nothing," I whisper, praying he doesn't remember that two people touched me last night. One that mattered, Oliver, him, and one that didn't.
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A/N: Haha!! I love confused Katie, and happy Oliver being weird… haha =D I'm watching the Royal now… (Channel 3, UK, like haha), and it's quite sweet… haha, if anyone is as sad as me, please laugh with me at Frankie and stella… *Evil laugh*
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