The morning sun's rays were warm and bright, and were the only alarm clock
Oliver ever needed.
When he opened his eyes and saw Sarah lying peacefully in his arms, he thought it was just a dream. A dream like all the other ones he had had since he first met her. But, when he leaned closer and breathed in her sweet scent, he knew that this couldn't be a dream. No dream could ever duplicate the way her hair smelled like tropical coconut. Or the way her soft, smooth skin smelled like a rose garden. No...this was real. The previous night's events came flooding back to him. From when he first saw her by the fireplace, to when she said "I love you", the whole night replayed in his head. He closed his eyes and got lost in the feelings of happiness and love that the last night had brought him.
A few moments later Sarah began to stir, informing Oliver that she was waking up.
Reluctantly, he took the arm of his that he had around her stomach away and sat up, so that she would have room to move if she desired.
Sarah rubbed her eyes quickly, than opened them. She looked around until her eyes fell unto Oliver. When she looked into those deep brown eyes of his, hers instantly filled with sadness. She sat up as well.
"Oh Oliver I don't want you to go!" She cried, throwing her arms around his neck. She began to lightly cry on his bare shoulder.
"...Shhh...It'll be all right..." He said, trying to comfort her. He brought both of his arms around her back and held her close.
After some twenty minutes, Sarah stopped crying. But Oliver didn't let go of her, not yet.
At the same moment Sarah's clock chimed nine times, Oliver's stomach growled loudly.
"Excuse me." Said Oliver softly, bringing a giggle out of Sarah.
Sarah pulled her head up, but still had her hands around his neck. "Well, according to your stomach, it's breakfast time." Sarah said, still giggling.
Oliver smiled, then leaned forward and kissed Sarah.
Oliver's stomach growled again.
Sarah's uncontrollable giggling broke their kiss.
"*sigh*...Ok, let's go." Said Oliver, taking Sarah's hand and leading her off the bed.
They were almost to the door when Sarah turned and wrapped her hands around Oliver's neck.
"Hun, as much as I LOVE looking at you," She whispered in his ear, as she ran one of her hands down his chest and along his ab's, "I think you should put on a shirt. What if one of my workers informs my granddad that we came out of my room, after we hadn't been seen all night, with you half naked, and me in my little pj's?" She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, as if proposing this idea to him.
"Good point." He said kissing her nose, then going back to find his shirt. He had forgotten he had ever taken it off.
After he found, and put on, his shirt he went back over to Sarah and slipped his arms around her waist from behind and placed his head on her shoulder.
"Ready?" She asked, somewhat surprised by him. She was slowly getting use to him sneaking up on her.
"Yup." He said simply and cheerfully.
They walked to the dinning room this way. When they got there, Oliver pulled out a chair for Sarah to sit in, then took the chair on the right of her.
Sarah clapped twice and two full plates of food appeared in front of them. They ate pretty much in silence, but not a weird one. Every now and then they would turn to each other and smile.
When they began their meal, Oliver put his left hand on her back, but by the end of the meal, his hand was on her butt.
The dinning room clock struck ten.
When Sarah finished her last bite of food, she turned to Oliver and gave him a "And what do you think you're doing Mr.?" look.
"What?...I think you have a cute behind." He said giving it a light squeeze.
"Hey, that's private property, bub." She said, playfully tossing his hand down.
"Ooh, is that so?" He said mockingly, then he got up and started towards her.
"Hey, back off, don't touch me." She said backing her chair away.
"Or you'll what?" He said coming closer, with a mischievous grin.
"I'll...I'll..." She jumped up and knocked her chair over, creating an obstacle for Oliver.
"Come back here!" He said jumping over her chair. By now, Sarah was already out of the room. She ran down random hallways, with Oliver just feet behind her. She turned into the closest open door, it was Oliver's room. She stopped and turned around once she entered the room, but Oliver didn't know this. When he rounded the corner into his room, he was still running full force.
**BOOM**
Oliver hit Sarah and they both went flying.
They landed, with Oliver on top of Sarah, in the middle of the room. Oliver instantly got off Sarah and was looking for any injuries she may have suffered.
She sat up, holding her right wrist.
"Ooh, oww, oww, oww." She said while she clinched in pain.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?!" Oliver said, desperately trying to find out how he had hurt her.
"It's...my wrist." She said painfully.
He ever so gently took her wrist, to examine it.
"I don't know what's wrong with it, it just hurts." Sarah said, leaning in closer.
"Why don't you kiss it and make it better." She said teasingly.
He looked up, relieved she was only kidding.
"Don't ever do that to me again!" He said, placing his hand over his heart, afraid that with the speed it was beating at, it might jump right out of his chest.
"Well?" She said innocently, holding up her wrist.
He took her arm and kissed her wrist. Then he began to kiss his way up her arm, to her shoulder. From where he proceeded onto her neck, and stopped at the o-so-sensitive skin behind her ear.
She jumped slightly when he placed he lips there.
"Stop." She said giggling, while trying to wiggle away.
"Nope..this is what you get to doing that to me." He said as he put his right hand under her shirt. He ran his fingertips along her lower back, another place he found that she was quite ticklish.
That sent violent shivers down her spine.
Her breathing quickened.
One thing that Oliver had learned about Sarah over the past few days was that she was extremely ticklish.
"..Oliver, no...stop...that tickles." She said as she arched her back into another set of shivers. She was panting now.
She tried to push him away, but trying to push Oliver Wood was like trying to push a brick wall.
"Oliver stop!" She almost yelled.
Oliver instantly pulled back.
"You're not joking, are you?"
"No, I'm not...I don't like to be tickled." She said in an almost child- like voice.
"Ok, I'll stop...but that's something we're going to have to get you over." He said grinning.
*~*~*~*~*LATER*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver was packing up his things, the carriage would arrive soon.
Sarah was sitting on his bed, looking out the window.
"Hey, Sarah," Oliver called from the bathroom while he was gathering his things from there.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you go to Hogwarts?" He asked as he walked out with a hand full of things to put in his bag.
"Well, my parents believe that I was like, this 'gift' or what not, to the world. So from the time I knew that I could heal people, I have been. And this takes up too much of my time to go to school, so I have private tutors."
"Yeah, where are your parents?" He asked while sticking some of his clothes in his bag.
"I don't live with them...Obviously. See, it's too hard for me to concentrate with them here. They LOVE to nag me. But, they live about thirty minutes from here. But my 'servants' tell them everything about how I'm doing, so they don't worry too much."
"Wow. I wish I lived by myself, my parents hound me ALL THE TIME."
When he opened his eyes and saw Sarah lying peacefully in his arms, he thought it was just a dream. A dream like all the other ones he had had since he first met her. But, when he leaned closer and breathed in her sweet scent, he knew that this couldn't be a dream. No dream could ever duplicate the way her hair smelled like tropical coconut. Or the way her soft, smooth skin smelled like a rose garden. No...this was real. The previous night's events came flooding back to him. From when he first saw her by the fireplace, to when she said "I love you", the whole night replayed in his head. He closed his eyes and got lost in the feelings of happiness and love that the last night had brought him.
A few moments later Sarah began to stir, informing Oliver that she was waking up.
Reluctantly, he took the arm of his that he had around her stomach away and sat up, so that she would have room to move if she desired.
Sarah rubbed her eyes quickly, than opened them. She looked around until her eyes fell unto Oliver. When she looked into those deep brown eyes of his, hers instantly filled with sadness. She sat up as well.
"Oh Oliver I don't want you to go!" She cried, throwing her arms around his neck. She began to lightly cry on his bare shoulder.
"...Shhh...It'll be all right..." He said, trying to comfort her. He brought both of his arms around her back and held her close.
After some twenty minutes, Sarah stopped crying. But Oliver didn't let go of her, not yet.
At the same moment Sarah's clock chimed nine times, Oliver's stomach growled loudly.
"Excuse me." Said Oliver softly, bringing a giggle out of Sarah.
Sarah pulled her head up, but still had her hands around his neck. "Well, according to your stomach, it's breakfast time." Sarah said, still giggling.
Oliver smiled, then leaned forward and kissed Sarah.
Oliver's stomach growled again.
Sarah's uncontrollable giggling broke their kiss.
"*sigh*...Ok, let's go." Said Oliver, taking Sarah's hand and leading her off the bed.
They were almost to the door when Sarah turned and wrapped her hands around Oliver's neck.
"Hun, as much as I LOVE looking at you," She whispered in his ear, as she ran one of her hands down his chest and along his ab's, "I think you should put on a shirt. What if one of my workers informs my granddad that we came out of my room, after we hadn't been seen all night, with you half naked, and me in my little pj's?" She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, as if proposing this idea to him.
"Good point." He said kissing her nose, then going back to find his shirt. He had forgotten he had ever taken it off.
After he found, and put on, his shirt he went back over to Sarah and slipped his arms around her waist from behind and placed his head on her shoulder.
"Ready?" She asked, somewhat surprised by him. She was slowly getting use to him sneaking up on her.
"Yup." He said simply and cheerfully.
They walked to the dinning room this way. When they got there, Oliver pulled out a chair for Sarah to sit in, then took the chair on the right of her.
Sarah clapped twice and two full plates of food appeared in front of them. They ate pretty much in silence, but not a weird one. Every now and then they would turn to each other and smile.
When they began their meal, Oliver put his left hand on her back, but by the end of the meal, his hand was on her butt.
The dinning room clock struck ten.
When Sarah finished her last bite of food, she turned to Oliver and gave him a "And what do you think you're doing Mr.?" look.
"What?...I think you have a cute behind." He said giving it a light squeeze.
"Hey, that's private property, bub." She said, playfully tossing his hand down.
"Ooh, is that so?" He said mockingly, then he got up and started towards her.
"Hey, back off, don't touch me." She said backing her chair away.
"Or you'll what?" He said coming closer, with a mischievous grin.
"I'll...I'll..." She jumped up and knocked her chair over, creating an obstacle for Oliver.
"Come back here!" He said jumping over her chair. By now, Sarah was already out of the room. She ran down random hallways, with Oliver just feet behind her. She turned into the closest open door, it was Oliver's room. She stopped and turned around once she entered the room, but Oliver didn't know this. When he rounded the corner into his room, he was still running full force.
**BOOM**
Oliver hit Sarah and they both went flying.
They landed, with Oliver on top of Sarah, in the middle of the room. Oliver instantly got off Sarah and was looking for any injuries she may have suffered.
She sat up, holding her right wrist.
"Ooh, oww, oww, oww." She said while she clinched in pain.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?!" Oliver said, desperately trying to find out how he had hurt her.
"It's...my wrist." She said painfully.
He ever so gently took her wrist, to examine it.
"I don't know what's wrong with it, it just hurts." Sarah said, leaning in closer.
"Why don't you kiss it and make it better." She said teasingly.
He looked up, relieved she was only kidding.
"Don't ever do that to me again!" He said, placing his hand over his heart, afraid that with the speed it was beating at, it might jump right out of his chest.
"Well?" She said innocently, holding up her wrist.
He took her arm and kissed her wrist. Then he began to kiss his way up her arm, to her shoulder. From where he proceeded onto her neck, and stopped at the o-so-sensitive skin behind her ear.
She jumped slightly when he placed he lips there.
"Stop." She said giggling, while trying to wiggle away.
"Nope..this is what you get to doing that to me." He said as he put his right hand under her shirt. He ran his fingertips along her lower back, another place he found that she was quite ticklish.
That sent violent shivers down her spine.
Her breathing quickened.
One thing that Oliver had learned about Sarah over the past few days was that she was extremely ticklish.
"..Oliver, no...stop...that tickles." She said as she arched her back into another set of shivers. She was panting now.
She tried to push him away, but trying to push Oliver Wood was like trying to push a brick wall.
"Oliver stop!" She almost yelled.
Oliver instantly pulled back.
"You're not joking, are you?"
"No, I'm not...I don't like to be tickled." She said in an almost child- like voice.
"Ok, I'll stop...but that's something we're going to have to get you over." He said grinning.
*~*~*~*~*LATER*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver was packing up his things, the carriage would arrive soon.
Sarah was sitting on his bed, looking out the window.
"Hey, Sarah," Oliver called from the bathroom while he was gathering his things from there.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you go to Hogwarts?" He asked as he walked out with a hand full of things to put in his bag.
"Well, my parents believe that I was like, this 'gift' or what not, to the world. So from the time I knew that I could heal people, I have been. And this takes up too much of my time to go to school, so I have private tutors."
"Yeah, where are your parents?" He asked while sticking some of his clothes in his bag.
"I don't live with them...Obviously. See, it's too hard for me to concentrate with them here. They LOVE to nag me. But, they live about thirty minutes from here. But my 'servants' tell them everything about how I'm doing, so they don't worry too much."
"Wow. I wish I lived by myself, my parents hound me ALL THE TIME."