Oh my, I am so terribly sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! You
should all beat me up so I update quicker! Lol j/k!!! I've been so busy,
my head has just been spinning. This is this only time I'll have before my
exams so I thought I'd better get a chapter in!
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So here it is, I hope it's not too cheesy. It's a bit R in this one, but I tried to be tasteful about it. Enjoy!
Chapter Nineteen: Summertime
Katie sprinted down the beach, the water gently lapping at her feet, her long blonde hair flying out behind her. Her sandals jumped wildly in her hands. She took a quick glance back – Oliver was catching up.
Oliver saw Katie put on a burst of speed. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and sped up as well.
He finally caught up to her a few moments later, picking her up into his arms and spinning her around.
"You're a fast little thing," Oliver said breathlessly to the girl in the pink halter-top and white Capri pants he was holding.
"I sure am," Katie said as they collapsed onto the sand.
They both lay silently; Katie lying by Oliver's side, letting the sun beat down on them as they caught their breath.
"Let's go for a swim, the water looks so beautiful and I'm really hot, sweaty, and sandy," Katie said when she had recovered.
"Yeah, let's go before I dump you. You do look quite disgusting," Oliver said jokingly as he took off his tan shorts and white T-shirt to reveal a pair of bright red swimming trunks.
Katie let out a little laugh. "Yeah, but you shouldn't be talking!" Katie took off her clothing to expose a brilliant white bikini, pink flowers splattered over it.
Oliver's jaw dropped. "Well, you're not so gross anymore," he said and wrapped an arm around her.
"Well you still are, so let's get out there!" Katie said, pushing his muscled body away from her and sprinting to the water. "Come on Oliver! It's gorgeous out here!" Katie yelled back and dove underwater.
Oliver smiled at her and ran out to join her.
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A few hours later, the two made their way back to the small, white, single floored cottage that Oliver's family owned. It was mid-August in the south of France, and it was marvelous. Sunny and warm every single day.
Katie loved the cottage. It was so quaint, cozy and romantic. It was right on the beach and had many windows. The interior was decorated in nautical colours – blues, sea foam greens – with all white furniture.
"Oliver, I absolutely love this place! I can't believe your parents let us have it for two weeks," Katie said as she stepped in.
"What I can't believe is that your parents let you come with me, alone, for two weeks. But I'm glad you like it," Oliver said to her, kissing her on the cheek. "Do you like your room?"
"It's amazing. The view is spectacular," she said, still admiring the kitchen they were standing in.
"That's good to hear. Now let's go for a walk, it's almost sunset, and nothing beats a sunset in southern France," Oliver said and extended his hand to her.
"Sounds great," she said and grabbed his hand.
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"I can't believe how fast that storm came up!" Oliver exclaimed as he and Katie entered the cottage, "I wasn't expecting that at all!"
Katie was dripping from head to toe. "I know, I can't believe it either," she said as she wrung her hair of all the water into the kitchen sink, "Anyway, I think I'll go change into some dry clothes. I'll be right back."
Katie reentered the room in a dry pair of dark jeans shorts and a light green long sleeved shirt. The room she stepped into was quite different from the one she had left. Candles were magicked into floating in mid-air, and Oliver was standing in the middle of the living room, hands stuffed into his pocket, staring at her. The storm raged on outside, rain lashing against the windows, lightning flashing every few minutes, thunder almost a constant rumble. Katie smiled at the romantic sight.
"What's all this for?" she asked quietly.
"For you. For us," he said and held out his hands. She walked to him and placed her hands in his outstretched ones.
"What does that mean?" she asked softly.
"You'll see in a few moment time," he replied, his dark brown, almost black, eyes burning into hers, "Do you like this?"
"It's really romantic. The storm adds the perfect touch," she said, her eyes glowing in the candlelight.
"Good. Now, Katie, I've liked you for a very long time. You know that. There's something about you that I can't get enough of; you just give me the most incredible feeling whenever you are around me. Now finally, after so many years, I finally have you with me. I fell in love with you the second I saw you, and now you love me back. It's a dream come true. I can't live without you, it hurts me so much leaving you to go play Quidditch, especially now that I'm no longer on the reserve team. But just the thought of you gives me the strength to get through any game," he said, and then paused. He watched her expressions. Her eyes sparkled with tears and she was smiling widely.
"Oliver, that's so sweet," she said, "I love you so much. I've never felt this strong about anyone, ever."
"I feel the exact same way. I've 'dated' many women, and none have given me the feeling you do. They don't even compare. You know you're special when you make me want to leave a Quidditch team," Oliver said and Katie looked slightly offended.
"I would never make you quit Quidditch, ever," she said quietly.
"I know, I know. I was just making a point. But anyway, we've been together for a year and four months, and it's been the greatest time of my life," Oliver went on.
"I know, I've never been happier," Katie said and squeezed his hands.
Oliver smiled. "It feels so great to know that you feel the same way," Oliver stopped, took a deep breath, then continued, "I look at you and I know... I know that I'll feel that same way forever."
Katie's jaw dropped and she tried to say something, but Oliver stopped her.
"Let me finish, please. I look at you and I know that I'll love you, and be in love with you, for the rest of my life. I know that when I'm 70, I'll turn to you and think that you're the love of my life, and that you are the most incredible woman on the earth. I want to have children with you, as many as you want. I want them to be just like you, you're that wonderful. I want a life with you Katie Bell," he said letting go of her hands and dropping down to one knee. He pulled a stunning ring out of his pocket, causing Katie to inhale sharply. "Katie, will you marry me? May I have the honour of have you as my wife?" Oliver asked, his hand trembling as he took her left hand in his right.
The room went blurry and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She was so shocked; this was unexpected. Marriage was a big step. She loved Oliver with all of her heart, but did she love him that much? She closed her eyes to gather her thoughts.
"Oh no," Oliver thought to himself, "She doesn't want this." He watched her eyes close. She was obviously in very deep thought. He was about to rise and apologize when her eyes opened.
"Katie?" he asked. She looked different. Her eyes shone oddly bright and they seemed to have changed from green to a dark turquoise colour.
She smiled, and then spoke the answer that she knew would evoke much emotion from Oliver. "Yes. Yes, I will marry you Oliver."
Tears formed in Oliver's eyes and several fell down his cheeks. His hand trembled harder as he slipped the beautiful platinum band onto her finger. He stood and kissed her deeply.
"I love you so much Katie," he said, wiping a tear off her cheek, "I'll love you and care for you for the rest of our lives."
Katie let her tears go. She couldn't say anything to him; no words came close to expressing how she felt at that moment. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest.
"Are you ok?" he asked a few moments later, gently pushing her back.
She nodded and wiped her face with her hands. "I'm sorry about your shirt," she said with a laugh, pointing to a tear stained area near his shoulder.
Oliver let out a chuckle, "Don't even worry about it." He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.
His lips pushed softly against hers, the tip of his tongue gently against hers. One of his hands slid to the small of her back, the other moving up to the area between her shoulder blades. Her arms slid around his neck and they were locked together tightly.
Katie let out a soft moan. "I love you Oliver," she breathed out. Her hand roamed through his hair, down to his neck and over his shoulders.
"I love hearing that," he said between kisses, "And I love you too." His lips moved from hers and down her neck. He stopped and looked down at her. He wasn't really smiling, but his burning black eyes gazed at her, full of love.
"Hmm, why did you stop?" Katie asked, clearly in a daze.
"I just wanted to look at you. I'm just trying to believe what just happened," he replied, still starting at her intensely.
"Well, believe it. We're now engaged," Katie said smiling.
Oliver smiled back, and then was pulled into another kiss. Lightning lit the room, and thunder crashed soon after. Oliver's hands glided under Katie's shirt and up her back, lightly running his hands over her soft, warm flesh, never once breaking the kiss.
Katie let out another moan, but didn't cause the kiss to break. Instead, she moved her hands up the front of the shirt, her hands roaming over the stomach and chest. She stood back, breaking the kiss, and then staring directly into his eyes, took off his shirt. He stood there, topless with his skin glowing in the soft light of the candles, looking into her eyes. They were filled with a passion he'd never seen before in his life.
"Katie, do you want to do this? I know that you're a virgin, and you were pretty adamant about keeping it that way for a while," he said searching her clouded eyes for an answer.
"Yes, Oliver, I want to. I just wanted it to be a moment when I felt completely comfortable, and this is that moment," she kissed his collarbone seductively and looked back up at him.
Oliver smiled excitedly and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to his bedroom.
She laughed in a rasping voice and kissed his neck and earlobe as he carried her.
Oliver was relieved when they reached his room. Katie was torturing him relentlessly. He laid her down on the bed, removed his wand from his pocket and magicked some more candles to light the room romantically. He threw his wand down, and went back to Katie, climbing on top of her.
She giggled as his hands slithered up her shirt and removed it, throwing it on the floor somewhere. He took in the feeling of their skin in such close contact, and commenced kissing her neck and shoulders.
Katie's fingers found the button of his pants and quickly unbuttoned them, sliding them down his hips and Oliver kicking them off. Oliver's hands roamed her stomach until he reached the waist of her shorts, undoing them slowly and gently pulling them off, then kissing her legs, from her ankles, to her knees, to her thighs. She let out a noise of impatience – she was just as excited as he was. But he was going to take it slow, he wanted this a night to be remembered. He removed the few articles of clothing left on her slowly, gently kissing every part he exposed. Her soft moans and sighs made his patience even thinner then it was.
"You still want this?" he asked huskily, making sure that she was positive about this.
"Yes," she told him and he removed his last piece of clothing.
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As the last of the storm died away in the distance, Oliver watched the woman he loved, the woman he had just made love to, sleep peacefully next to him. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head, supporting it as he watched her breathing, her head upon his shoulder, and her arm across his bare chest. For the first time in his life, he felt complete, that everything was right. He smiled in happiness – this marvelous woman had agreed to be his wife.
"I love you Katie," he said quietly and affectionately kissed her forehead. The last candle died away, and the room was plunged into darkness.
"I love you too Oliver," she said, just as quietly. He laughed deeply and rolled onto his side, wrapping his other arm around her, and then falling asleep.
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Oliver woke up the next morning after a night of dreams about Katie. He smiled and put his arm out to wrap around her, but she wasn't there. His eyes shot open, and she was nowhere to be seen. Was this all some crazy dream? A very naked Oliver rolled out of bed and searched for his boxers, putting them on lazily. If he woke up naked, she had to be here somewhere. He walked out to the kitchen.
As he rubbed his face with his hands, he heard a beautiful feminine voice say, "Morning gorgeous." His hands dropped to his sides and he saw Katie standing in front of the stove wearing a pair of black panties and a black tank top with her hair in a long braid.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully, looking her up and down, "You are looking great this morning." He walked over to her, stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
"Oliver," she said pushing him away, "I'm trying to make breakfast." She threw the blonde braid over her shoulder so it flowed down her back.
"I promise I'll be quick," he said returning to her and kissing her shoulder.
"Breakfast first," she said and pushed him back again. "Now sit down, it's ready."
They sat down at the small table by a large window overlooking the sea. The sun streamed in, lighting the room.
"How are you this morning?" Oliver asked, looking up at the beautiful woman that was his fiancée. He took a bite of toast.
"I'm wonderful, thank you. How are you?" Katie said, staring across the table at Oliver. She leisurely moved her foot up and down Oliver's leg, "Did you have a good night?"
"The best I've EVER had," Oliver replied sincerely, "I feel magnificent this morning." He leaned over the table and kissed her.
She blushed. "I'm glad to hear it," she said, her attentions turning toward the ring on her left hand, "This is astounding. I absolutely adore it."
"You'd better. I spent a fortune on it," Oliver said, sipping his orange juice.
"What? Oliver!" she exclaimed.
"Love, I want you to have it. It looks beautiful on you," he told her, taking her hand in his.
Katie looked at the ring closer. The ring was a thin platinum band with a princess cut diamond, and beside the diamond, a small row of alternating blue and pink stones. "What are these ones for?" Katie asked, pointing to the small stones.
"The blue one is your birthstone and the pink one is mine. March and October. I thought it would be clever," he said, his large fingers pointing at the gems.
"That's really sweet Oliver. I love it," Katie said.
"Excellent," he said as he finished eating, "As was that breakfast. Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"Natural talent. And I am a witch," she said.
"Very true," he said and with a swish of his wand, the dishes were gone and the kitchen was clean. "What shall we do today my dear?"
"Well," Katie said as she stood up and walked to Oliver. She leaned down and whispered, "I'm going to have a shower. And you are quite welcome to join me on the condition that you promise not to be quick." She straightened up and started off the bathroom.
"I promise!" Oliver said, and stood up so quickly the chair fell over. She turned around laughing, and Oliver walked to her, picking her up so that her legs were around his waist. "Let's go," he said as Katie let out a seductive little giggle.
And thanks to all you wonderful, wonderful reviewers. I think that's the record number of reviews for one chapter! Keep up the good work! AtomicElf (thanx for the review! Keep on reading!), cRyStaL vioLinIsT (enjoy! I loved your new chapter!), softballgeek291 (here's the newest!), xxGREEN BAYxx (hope you like this!), Fears-N-Jeers (there will be turbulence, just not quite yet! Don't worry, it'll come), endlessromance (there's another story in the works actually...), Kathy (I hope this is just as romantic!), Cricket-Chan (I hope you love this chapter!), TheOneAndOnlyElbereth (Oh my goodness, I was so psyched to see a review from you – 3 actually, you set the standard for KB/OW stories, and I cannot even match it!), and pheonixgurl (I hope you like this!)
So here it is, I hope it's not too cheesy. It's a bit R in this one, but I tried to be tasteful about it. Enjoy!
Chapter Nineteen: Summertime
Katie sprinted down the beach, the water gently lapping at her feet, her long blonde hair flying out behind her. Her sandals jumped wildly in her hands. She took a quick glance back – Oliver was catching up.
Oliver saw Katie put on a burst of speed. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and sped up as well.
He finally caught up to her a few moments later, picking her up into his arms and spinning her around.
"You're a fast little thing," Oliver said breathlessly to the girl in the pink halter-top and white Capri pants he was holding.
"I sure am," Katie said as they collapsed onto the sand.
They both lay silently; Katie lying by Oliver's side, letting the sun beat down on them as they caught their breath.
"Let's go for a swim, the water looks so beautiful and I'm really hot, sweaty, and sandy," Katie said when she had recovered.
"Yeah, let's go before I dump you. You do look quite disgusting," Oliver said jokingly as he took off his tan shorts and white T-shirt to reveal a pair of bright red swimming trunks.
Katie let out a little laugh. "Yeah, but you shouldn't be talking!" Katie took off her clothing to expose a brilliant white bikini, pink flowers splattered over it.
Oliver's jaw dropped. "Well, you're not so gross anymore," he said and wrapped an arm around her.
"Well you still are, so let's get out there!" Katie said, pushing his muscled body away from her and sprinting to the water. "Come on Oliver! It's gorgeous out here!" Katie yelled back and dove underwater.
Oliver smiled at her and ran out to join her.
---
A few hours later, the two made their way back to the small, white, single floored cottage that Oliver's family owned. It was mid-August in the south of France, and it was marvelous. Sunny and warm every single day.
Katie loved the cottage. It was so quaint, cozy and romantic. It was right on the beach and had many windows. The interior was decorated in nautical colours – blues, sea foam greens – with all white furniture.
"Oliver, I absolutely love this place! I can't believe your parents let us have it for two weeks," Katie said as she stepped in.
"What I can't believe is that your parents let you come with me, alone, for two weeks. But I'm glad you like it," Oliver said to her, kissing her on the cheek. "Do you like your room?"
"It's amazing. The view is spectacular," she said, still admiring the kitchen they were standing in.
"That's good to hear. Now let's go for a walk, it's almost sunset, and nothing beats a sunset in southern France," Oliver said and extended his hand to her.
"Sounds great," she said and grabbed his hand.
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"I can't believe how fast that storm came up!" Oliver exclaimed as he and Katie entered the cottage, "I wasn't expecting that at all!"
Katie was dripping from head to toe. "I know, I can't believe it either," she said as she wrung her hair of all the water into the kitchen sink, "Anyway, I think I'll go change into some dry clothes. I'll be right back."
Katie reentered the room in a dry pair of dark jeans shorts and a light green long sleeved shirt. The room she stepped into was quite different from the one she had left. Candles were magicked into floating in mid-air, and Oliver was standing in the middle of the living room, hands stuffed into his pocket, staring at her. The storm raged on outside, rain lashing against the windows, lightning flashing every few minutes, thunder almost a constant rumble. Katie smiled at the romantic sight.
"What's all this for?" she asked quietly.
"For you. For us," he said and held out his hands. She walked to him and placed her hands in his outstretched ones.
"What does that mean?" she asked softly.
"You'll see in a few moment time," he replied, his dark brown, almost black, eyes burning into hers, "Do you like this?"
"It's really romantic. The storm adds the perfect touch," she said, her eyes glowing in the candlelight.
"Good. Now, Katie, I've liked you for a very long time. You know that. There's something about you that I can't get enough of; you just give me the most incredible feeling whenever you are around me. Now finally, after so many years, I finally have you with me. I fell in love with you the second I saw you, and now you love me back. It's a dream come true. I can't live without you, it hurts me so much leaving you to go play Quidditch, especially now that I'm no longer on the reserve team. But just the thought of you gives me the strength to get through any game," he said, and then paused. He watched her expressions. Her eyes sparkled with tears and she was smiling widely.
"Oliver, that's so sweet," she said, "I love you so much. I've never felt this strong about anyone, ever."
"I feel the exact same way. I've 'dated' many women, and none have given me the feeling you do. They don't even compare. You know you're special when you make me want to leave a Quidditch team," Oliver said and Katie looked slightly offended.
"I would never make you quit Quidditch, ever," she said quietly.
"I know, I know. I was just making a point. But anyway, we've been together for a year and four months, and it's been the greatest time of my life," Oliver went on.
"I know, I've never been happier," Katie said and squeezed his hands.
Oliver smiled. "It feels so great to know that you feel the same way," Oliver stopped, took a deep breath, then continued, "I look at you and I know... I know that I'll feel that same way forever."
Katie's jaw dropped and she tried to say something, but Oliver stopped her.
"Let me finish, please. I look at you and I know that I'll love you, and be in love with you, for the rest of my life. I know that when I'm 70, I'll turn to you and think that you're the love of my life, and that you are the most incredible woman on the earth. I want to have children with you, as many as you want. I want them to be just like you, you're that wonderful. I want a life with you Katie Bell," he said letting go of her hands and dropping down to one knee. He pulled a stunning ring out of his pocket, causing Katie to inhale sharply. "Katie, will you marry me? May I have the honour of have you as my wife?" Oliver asked, his hand trembling as he took her left hand in his right.
The room went blurry and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She was so shocked; this was unexpected. Marriage was a big step. She loved Oliver with all of her heart, but did she love him that much? She closed her eyes to gather her thoughts.
"Oh no," Oliver thought to himself, "She doesn't want this." He watched her eyes close. She was obviously in very deep thought. He was about to rise and apologize when her eyes opened.
"Katie?" he asked. She looked different. Her eyes shone oddly bright and they seemed to have changed from green to a dark turquoise colour.
She smiled, and then spoke the answer that she knew would evoke much emotion from Oliver. "Yes. Yes, I will marry you Oliver."
Tears formed in Oliver's eyes and several fell down his cheeks. His hand trembled harder as he slipped the beautiful platinum band onto her finger. He stood and kissed her deeply.
"I love you so much Katie," he said, wiping a tear off her cheek, "I'll love you and care for you for the rest of our lives."
Katie let her tears go. She couldn't say anything to him; no words came close to expressing how she felt at that moment. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest.
"Are you ok?" he asked a few moments later, gently pushing her back.
She nodded and wiped her face with her hands. "I'm sorry about your shirt," she said with a laugh, pointing to a tear stained area near his shoulder.
Oliver let out a chuckle, "Don't even worry about it." He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.
His lips pushed softly against hers, the tip of his tongue gently against hers. One of his hands slid to the small of her back, the other moving up to the area between her shoulder blades. Her arms slid around his neck and they were locked together tightly.
Katie let out a soft moan. "I love you Oliver," she breathed out. Her hand roamed through his hair, down to his neck and over his shoulders.
"I love hearing that," he said between kisses, "And I love you too." His lips moved from hers and down her neck. He stopped and looked down at her. He wasn't really smiling, but his burning black eyes gazed at her, full of love.
"Hmm, why did you stop?" Katie asked, clearly in a daze.
"I just wanted to look at you. I'm just trying to believe what just happened," he replied, still starting at her intensely.
"Well, believe it. We're now engaged," Katie said smiling.
Oliver smiled back, and then was pulled into another kiss. Lightning lit the room, and thunder crashed soon after. Oliver's hands glided under Katie's shirt and up her back, lightly running his hands over her soft, warm flesh, never once breaking the kiss.
Katie let out another moan, but didn't cause the kiss to break. Instead, she moved her hands up the front of the shirt, her hands roaming over the stomach and chest. She stood back, breaking the kiss, and then staring directly into his eyes, took off his shirt. He stood there, topless with his skin glowing in the soft light of the candles, looking into her eyes. They were filled with a passion he'd never seen before in his life.
"Katie, do you want to do this? I know that you're a virgin, and you were pretty adamant about keeping it that way for a while," he said searching her clouded eyes for an answer.
"Yes, Oliver, I want to. I just wanted it to be a moment when I felt completely comfortable, and this is that moment," she kissed his collarbone seductively and looked back up at him.
Oliver smiled excitedly and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to his bedroom.
She laughed in a rasping voice and kissed his neck and earlobe as he carried her.
Oliver was relieved when they reached his room. Katie was torturing him relentlessly. He laid her down on the bed, removed his wand from his pocket and magicked some more candles to light the room romantically. He threw his wand down, and went back to Katie, climbing on top of her.
She giggled as his hands slithered up her shirt and removed it, throwing it on the floor somewhere. He took in the feeling of their skin in such close contact, and commenced kissing her neck and shoulders.
Katie's fingers found the button of his pants and quickly unbuttoned them, sliding them down his hips and Oliver kicking them off. Oliver's hands roamed her stomach until he reached the waist of her shorts, undoing them slowly and gently pulling them off, then kissing her legs, from her ankles, to her knees, to her thighs. She let out a noise of impatience – she was just as excited as he was. But he was going to take it slow, he wanted this a night to be remembered. He removed the few articles of clothing left on her slowly, gently kissing every part he exposed. Her soft moans and sighs made his patience even thinner then it was.
"You still want this?" he asked huskily, making sure that she was positive about this.
"Yes," she told him and he removed his last piece of clothing.
---
As the last of the storm died away in the distance, Oliver watched the woman he loved, the woman he had just made love to, sleep peacefully next to him. He lay on his back, one arm behind his head, supporting it as he watched her breathing, her head upon his shoulder, and her arm across his bare chest. For the first time in his life, he felt complete, that everything was right. He smiled in happiness – this marvelous woman had agreed to be his wife.
"I love you Katie," he said quietly and affectionately kissed her forehead. The last candle died away, and the room was plunged into darkness.
"I love you too Oliver," she said, just as quietly. He laughed deeply and rolled onto his side, wrapping his other arm around her, and then falling asleep.
---
Oliver woke up the next morning after a night of dreams about Katie. He smiled and put his arm out to wrap around her, but she wasn't there. His eyes shot open, and she was nowhere to be seen. Was this all some crazy dream? A very naked Oliver rolled out of bed and searched for his boxers, putting them on lazily. If he woke up naked, she had to be here somewhere. He walked out to the kitchen.
As he rubbed his face with his hands, he heard a beautiful feminine voice say, "Morning gorgeous." His hands dropped to his sides and he saw Katie standing in front of the stove wearing a pair of black panties and a black tank top with her hair in a long braid.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully, looking her up and down, "You are looking great this morning." He walked over to her, stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
"Oliver," she said pushing him away, "I'm trying to make breakfast." She threw the blonde braid over her shoulder so it flowed down her back.
"I promise I'll be quick," he said returning to her and kissing her shoulder.
"Breakfast first," she said and pushed him back again. "Now sit down, it's ready."
They sat down at the small table by a large window overlooking the sea. The sun streamed in, lighting the room.
"How are you this morning?" Oliver asked, looking up at the beautiful woman that was his fiancée. He took a bite of toast.
"I'm wonderful, thank you. How are you?" Katie said, staring across the table at Oliver. She leisurely moved her foot up and down Oliver's leg, "Did you have a good night?"
"The best I've EVER had," Oliver replied sincerely, "I feel magnificent this morning." He leaned over the table and kissed her.
She blushed. "I'm glad to hear it," she said, her attentions turning toward the ring on her left hand, "This is astounding. I absolutely adore it."
"You'd better. I spent a fortune on it," Oliver said, sipping his orange juice.
"What? Oliver!" she exclaimed.
"Love, I want you to have it. It looks beautiful on you," he told her, taking her hand in his.
Katie looked at the ring closer. The ring was a thin platinum band with a princess cut diamond, and beside the diamond, a small row of alternating blue and pink stones. "What are these ones for?" Katie asked, pointing to the small stones.
"The blue one is your birthstone and the pink one is mine. March and October. I thought it would be clever," he said, his large fingers pointing at the gems.
"That's really sweet Oliver. I love it," Katie said.
"Excellent," he said as he finished eating, "As was that breakfast. Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"Natural talent. And I am a witch," she said.
"Very true," he said and with a swish of his wand, the dishes were gone and the kitchen was clean. "What shall we do today my dear?"
"Well," Katie said as she stood up and walked to Oliver. She leaned down and whispered, "I'm going to have a shower. And you are quite welcome to join me on the condition that you promise not to be quick." She straightened up and started off the bathroom.
"I promise!" Oliver said, and stood up so quickly the chair fell over. She turned around laughing, and Oliver walked to her, picking her up so that her legs were around his waist. "Let's go," he said as Katie let out a seductive little giggle.