It was about a month later, Oliver had just finished his interview with Madame Hooch. He was a shoo in but she wanted to be fair to all the other applicants. He walked into his house to see Natasha standing at the counter with her back to him wearing nothing but his old Quidditch jersey. He walked over and greeted her with a hard squeeze of her naked arse.
"Hey Ollie, hands to yourself," she purred seductively.
"You clearly don't want me to keep my hands to myself, Miss Butler," he smirked before nibbling her ear seductively.
"Bloody hell, I don't."
"Thought so, Butler."
She didn't respond she just planted a passionate kiss on his lips. "You talk too much, Wood."
Oliver smirked as the kiss deepened. Natasha discarded Oliver's shirt on the floor and stared at his bare chest.
"You like the view?" Oliver smirked.
"Yes, I do."
Oliver smirked. "You look so sexy in my jersey but it would look so much better on the floor."
"What are you waiting for, Wood?"
He discarded his jersey on the floor and stared at his girlfriend's naked breasts. Merlin, he missed them.
"You clearly like the view," she smirked.
He nodded, carried her up to his room and threw her on the bed.
"You're an eager beaver, Ollie," she giggled.
He smirked as he joined her on the bed. "Now, you're the talkative one, Miss Butler."
"Just shut me up then," she teased.
"I love the sound of your voice but I will," he said pressing his lips to hers passionately.
"Do you have protection?" she asked.
"I sure do," Oliver said grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer.
Natasha said. "I'll cast a contraception charm too."
Oliver nodded and slipped on the condom before entering his girlfriend.
She let out a moan in anticipation as Oliver tried to remember where her sensitive spot was.
"You're just about there, Ollie," she coached.
He nodded. A few minutes later, she let out a moan.
"You alright, love?"
"Perfect."
The couple continued making love. After the love making session, they spooned.
"I forgot what a good lover you were," Natasha smiled drawing circles on his broad chest.
He tangled his hand in her hair. "I haven't made love to anyone besides you."
"You stayed celibate for nearly five years?"
"I did."
Natasha sighed. "I honestly wish I would've stayed celibate too. I wouldn't have gone through so much pain."
"You don't have to think about that now."
"I know."
"May I ask who was the better lover?"
Natasha giggled. "Definitely you, so how was your interview?"
"It went great, I mean I was already a shoo in but she just wanted to be fair to the other applicants."
She nodded against his chest. "So, I can call you Professor Wood or Sir Wood?"
"I rather you call me 'Yours'" he winked cheekily.
She giggled and kissed him and they snogged briefly.
"I'm starving, how about you?" Oliver asked.
Natasha said. "I'm definitely hungry."
"I could order some takeaway, that okay?"
"Sounds good."
Oliver summoned the phone, ordered the food and crawled back into bed.
"I thought this meant we were getting out of bed," she giggled.
"I'd rather stay in bed with you, if that's okay?"
In response she just snuggled closer to him as he played with her hair. About twenty minutes later they heard the doorbell ring. Oliver hopped out of bed with a groan.
"Are you really going downstairs naked, Ollie?"
"I suppose you're right, I don't want to give the delivery person a show," Oliver chuckled.
"I'm the only one who gets to see you naked."
Oliver quickly put on his trousers and jogged down the stairs. The delivery guy raised a knowing eyebrow at him but didn't say a thing. Oliver paid him and walked back upstairs.
"This looks delicious."
"You also look delicious," Oliver smirked as he set down the food, stripped off his trousers and got back in bed.
Natasha smirked as she levitated over the food. "You may get some dessert later, you horny little lion."
Oliver smirked. "I'd be fine if we didn't make love again but I don't mind if we do."
The couple ate their food.
"I actually should get home, everyone is probably wondering where I am," Natasha said hopping out of bed and starting to get dressed much to Oliver's chagrin.
"Alright, love. I can't wait until you move in we can shag whenever we want," Oliver smirked squeezing her arse hard.
"If you continue squeezing my arse that hard, I'm going to have bruises," she giggled.
"What can I say, I'm still obsessed with you arse and breasts," he said eyeing her still naked breasts.
"I suppose that didn't change," she smirked kissing him.
"And it never will."
After getting dressed, Natasha reluctantly left her boyfriend's house. She walked into her house innocently.
"You were over Oliver's, weren't you?" MaryAnne smirked at her daughter.
"I was."
MaryAnne nodded. "I just hope you were safe. I'm not quite ready to be a grandma."
"We were definitely safe. I asked if I could move in with him before he becomes the flying coach at Hogwarts."
MaryAnne nodded. "I'm glad you're happy with Oliver. Now if we could only get your brother out of the house."
"You two talking about me?" Milo asked walking in.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Mi?"
Milo pouted. "Tell me, mummy."
"Merlin, you're such a mummy's boy," Natasha giggled.
Milo stuck his tongue out at his sister. Natasha walked up to her room.
