One by one, I began to check out each player. The game was rough and their battered bodies showed it. No one had injuries as severe as Oliver, but this was still the most my services had been needed after a game so far.

It took some time, but finally it was just Oliver remaining.

"You're up. I need you to strip to your pants so I can get a proper look at the injuries I healed and see what else has popped up."

He quirked a brow as he quickly took off his robes, leaving him in just a pair of tight-fitting black pants. I sucked in a tight breath.

"Like what you see, darling?" There was desire in his eyes and I had to struggle to remain professional.

Clearing my throat, I raised my wand. "I just need to check back through all your injuries, especially your head and make sure nothing has progressed. Then we need to get you back to the hotel where you will take it easy."

He huffed as I preformed my exam. When I was finished, my face softened. "You got really lucky out there today."

"Lucky you were my healer." He smiled cockily

"I'm not amused."

Oliver pulled me closer, turning serious. "I know, love. Truthfully, that was the most scared I've been on the pitch. I've never been completely knocked off like that. I've taken a beating, sure, but this was different. Not just the injury, it's more than that."

"How so?"

He nuzzled into my neck and inhaled sharply. "Normally when I'm injured, my thoughts are still on the game. How bad is it? Can I still play? Will I be ok enough to win? Tonight, my first thought was you and hoping I wasn't in too bad of shape when you got to me because I knew how upset you'd be."

I was touched at his admission. "I would prefer to never have to witness that again, but I'm glad I was the one to heal you. I wouldn't have trusted anyone else." Staring down at my parchment I added, "As it stands, I healed you quick enough that there shouldn't be any lasting damage other than a few bruises. You still need to take it slow the next few days. I don't want you touching a broom until Tuesday."

That caused a wince. "You're really going to keep me from practice on Monday?"

"That was a serious fall, Oliver. Not to sound full of myself, but I've done a magnificent job healing you." He tried to interrupt but I held my hand up. "However, with the injuries you have, you're not out of the woods yet. Sometimes the spells can mask damage. I'll be keeping my eye on you and running frequent tests to make sure nothing slips through the cracks. Flying before Tuesday is off the table."

Running a hand down his tired face he sighed. "Fine. I'm not happy about it, but I understand. Can we go back to the hotel now?"

I nodded and began to pack my things. When I had everything, Oliver took my arm and we walked the short distance to the hotel.

We had food delivered and took turns in the shower before eating and then settling down into bed. Oliver sat with one knee bent, the other straight as he read a book. It was for pleasure because I told him no working. I, however, wasn't so lucky. There were forms to finish to catalog the medical results from the game. Just as I was finishing up, Oliver put his book down.

Really, I wasn't surprised. The man had been jiggling his foot for the past fifteen minutes.

He moved closer, our bodies touching. "Put the parchment down, 'Mione."

I smiled to myself at the nickname he occasionally used when we were alone as I finished the last line of my report. "I'm just about done."

He got closer and he rolled on his side. Suddenly, I knew what had him so restless as his thickness pressed up against my thigh.

"Please?" It wasn't begging, but I could hear some emotion in his voice.

Inside my head, I battled with myself. "Oliver, you're supposed to be resting."

"I can't help that my beautiful girlfriend is sitting next to me making me think so hard about how much I want to kiss her that I've read the same page five times."

My face heated. "I suppose a little kissing won't hurt anything."

I barley had my things set on the nightstand before he was pulling me to him. The week had been stressful and there wasn't much time to just lazily enjoy each other as we were doing now. With his lips on mine, I realized just how much I had missed it.

I have no idea how long we laid there, exploring each other's mouths. My body was on fire from the intensity. At some point, Oliver's hand slipped until my tank top and his hand came to rest on my breast. A gasp escaped my lips as his fingers found my nipple and began to pinch and roll it. Moisture pooled between my thighs and my brain was becoming foggy.

Oliver smiled into me as he pressed slow kisses down my neck. My hands took hold of his hair as he continued to move lower until his mouth was even with my chest.

"I think this better go." His Scottish accent was thick and husky as his hands moved under the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

My chest was bare to him for the first time and he sat back on his heels to enjoy the sight.

"I've definitely been missing out."

I lifted my arm to cover my eyes in embarrassment and he gently pulled it back.

"No need to be bashful, darling. Your gorgeous and I respect your body. I'd like to show you just how much if that's ok."

I bit my lip and nodded as I tried not to squirm under his gaze. That was all the agreement he needed. Oliver began to lavish my body. Kissing here, suckling there, it was quire overwhelming. I was giving as good as I was getting, running my hands up and down his bare chest, threading my fingers through the rough patch of hair at his waist.

He let out an appreciative groan into my throat and his pace increased.

"Oliver," My voice was breathy and full of need. "You need to slow down. You should be resting."

A growl was all the response I received, but he slowed his pace. There was a tenderness to every touch. Slowly, he dragged his hands down my sides before hooking his fingers in the waist band of my shorts. His lips pressed a soft kiss just below my bellybutton and my stomach jumped in anticipation.

Looking up under his long lashes, our eyes met. There was a question in his gaze and I nodded. Continuing the agonizing pace, he pulled my shorts off.

A gasp escaped his lungs. "Bloody hell, Mione."

His pupils dilated and as his healer, I knew I needed to tell him to rest. "You're too worked up. We should stop."

"'Mione, stopping isn't an option unless you tell me you don't want this. Do you want this?"

"More than anything." I didn't even stop to think before I answered and he smirked in response.

"Then here's what's going to happen. I promise to be a good boy. I'm going to take my time licking every inch of you. You know, to make sure I don't get too worked up. Then, you're going to get on top of me so I can lay back and relax after such strenuous activity."

I had never been more turned on than in that moment, hearing Oliver tell me exactly what was about to happen. I actually whimpered for crying out loud!

He took that as agreement and began slowly kissing up my thigh. My breath caught as he hovered above me. I could feel his breath on my folds for a moment before he parted me with his fingers and took a long languid lick. He cursed.

"Merlin, 'Mione, you're soaked." He took another slow lick and my breath stuttered. "And you taste so sweet. I'll have no problem savoring you."

At that, he went to work. His moves were slow. I wasn't sure if that was him taking his time, or if he was worried I'd make him stop if he went faster.

Every stroke of his tongue was deliberate and sent me closer and closer to falling off the edge. My fingers threaded through his soft locks encouraging him to continue as mumbled nonsense tumbled from my lips.

I was almost there when one of his hands loosened its grip from pressing my thigh open and made its way to my center. It had been longer than I cared to admit since I had had something inside me beyond my own fingers and the touch of Oliver was incredible. His fingers stretched and stroked all the right places as his tongue continued to dance in circles. It only took a minute before I was screaming out his name as my body convulsed through the waves of my orgasm.

Oliver continued until he was certain I was finished and then pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Feeling better, darling?"

I laughed and covered my face with my palms. "That was incredible."

My words did nothing but grow his ego. "I'm hoping we aren't done just yet."

I lowered my hands and bit my bottom lip. While I should have been shattered, Oliver was still sitting there with his shorts on and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.

"No, I don't think we are. But as your healer, I think you've had enough. You just lay back and I'll make sure you're taken care of." I gave him a saucy wink and he moaned in appreciation before laying back on the bed.

"Just so you know, this whole sexy healer thing is working for me. Big time."

"Good to know. Now, let's see if I can help you relax."

I took my time kissing down his body. It really wasn't fair that I was naked and he was still partially covered so I made quick work of his shorts.

While I had felt his length through clothing before, I was ill prepared for the sight of his hard, long shaft. He was significantly bigger than the few others I had experience with. In fact, he made Ron look like one of those miniature candy bars while he was the king size.

I froze for a moment as I contemplated how on earth he was going to fit inside me.

Oliver sensed my hesitation. "We'll take it slow, darling. You're in charge. If it doesn't feel good, we stop."

I shook my head, realizing I must look like a fool. "Of course. Now, as your healer, I better give you a proper checkup."

I used the cheesy role play to get up close and personal, running my hands up and down the velvety appendage before tentatively licking from the base to the tip. By the sounds Oliver was omitting, I guessed he was enjoying it as much as I was.

"As good as that feels, if you want to take things further tonight you need to stop."

Understanding his meaning, I stopped what I was doing and crawled back up his chest. Our hips were aligned and I could feel his thick head at my entrance. Relaxing as best I could, I slowly lowered myself onto him.

I didn't make it far before stopping to get used to the sensation.

"Merlin you're tight." Oliver moaned through gritted teeth.

It appeared he was barely hanging on and I couldn't blame him. Now that my walls were beginning to stretch, I could barely think through the pleasure. I sunk lower until our hips met. I'd never felt so full and he hit all the right spots. I wiggled a bit to get more comfortable and I shouted his name as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me and my hips began to move.

"That's it,' Mione. Take what you need from me."

And that I did. I never knew it could feel like this with a man. I had a whole new appreciation for the activity as I continued to move and push us closer and closer to oblivion. It wasn't long before we fell together and I collapsed on Oliver's strong chest.

"That was incredible." And it really was. Oliver made hmmm noise and I continued quietly. "It's never been like that before. I could almost physically see a colorful mist rising from each of us and intwining."

In all honesty, it had creeped me out a little that I was having visions during sex, but in the end I decided it was just that amazing of an experience."

Oliver grinned up at me. "That wasn't your imagination darling. Sometimes, during intense feelings, you can see your magical aura. I saw it too. Our magical cores were dancing and connecting as much as we were. It's not a soul mates thing like some of the fairy tales say. It's a bit different. Still on the rare side, but it's not an exclusive thing and it doesn't guarantee anything. Just shows that we are deeply connected with each other."

His tone was soft as he spoke and he traced his fingers lightly over my skin. I felt myself shiver at his explanation.

I wanted to stay quiet, but my curiosity won out. "So, we aren't soul mates, but our magic recognizes us as highly compatible?"

"That's a fair assessment of its meaning. I didn't need to experience that to know we were compatible though. I knew since the moment you walked back into my life that there was something special between us."

I ducked my chin bashfully. "I love you, Oliver."

"I love you too, 'Mione. Now, let's get some sleep. My healer says I need rest."

He tucked me into his side and we both drifted off quickly.