Ok then people, just a little warning that certain adult activities will be hinted at in this and the following chapter. First, if this upsets anyone or makes anyone uncomfortable I'm sorry but it is important to the plot. Second, if my attempt at something that is supposed to resemble smut upsets anyone or makes them feel uncomfortable because it is badly written, then I most sincerely apologise. For the two who insisted I write something smutty coughKarenandSashacough I hope you're proud of yourselves! Here goes...
Chapter twenty five.
"So, when you said party. You didn't mean party, you meant, this?" Oliver asked.
"Well it's a party, it's just not a party party." Ayla answered.
"It's a party full of old women and lots of pink stuff. Lots of pink stuff, and no alcohol." Oliver clarified.
"I guess I should have said baby shower instead huh?"
"Yeah maybe." he agreed. "It doesn't really matter. I'm kind of enjoying myself. I mean, I've met almost all of your family -" he said.
"For which let me apologise right here and now. Don't listen to anything they have said or will say. They're all nuts and can't control themselves." said Ayla, flushing at the things her family might potentially say.
"No, no they're great. I mean your dad and brother in law are cool. They were really interested in, well the team and Quidditch in general. We had a really long talk earlier."
"You don't say?" Ayla had a funny feeling she knew exactly why her father and Goldie, her brother in law, were so interested in Oliver. It had more to do with getting the inside odds on other teams than general interest and chit-chat.
"Yeah. Oh speaking of Quidditch, I have the best news in the world ever. I found out this morning. I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't want to make this my party. But as this isn't a party party, as you mentioned, I suppose I could tell you."
"Ok, what are you rabbiting on about?", Ayla asked.
She was curious. Oliver had turned into a little boy. He was edgy and had an excited look on his face.
"Oh my gosh! Oliver, it's so nice to see you again. What ever are you doing here?"
If Ayla could have groaned with despair she would have. It was Kate. Of all the people with the worst timing, didn't it just have to be her cousin?
"Uh hello?" Oliver replied, clearly bemused.
"Well why aren't you at practice? Surely that's more important than a silly little baby shower like this?" she continued in her annoyingly high pitched voice.
"Uh well we haven't got a game."
"Oh lucky you! Oh, Ayla. Darling I didn't see you there. Do you know Oliver? Oliver this is my…this is Ayla."
"Yes Kate, we've met." Ayla said through gritted teeth, trying her hardest not to point out the fact that she had arrived with Oliver and had been talking with him all afternoon.
"Oh well, that's lovely. If you'll just excuse me Oliver, I must go say hello to a few people."
"Uh, ok then."
"You didn't tell me you knew her!" snapped Ayla once her cousin had left.
"I didn't know I did actually. I think I might have met her once. I don't really remember." Oliver replied looking apologetic.
"Mmm"
"How about I get you a drink, and then I can tell you my news?"
"Nah I don't want a drink, just tell me."
It wasn't that Ayla didn't want to let Oliver out of her sight. She just didn't trust Kate to keep him our of hers.
"Well it's just amazing really. I think I'm still in shock. When I got the letter this morning I nearly passed out." he began. "I got picked for the Scottish National team!" I'm gonna be playing in the World Cup Ayla!"
"That's amazing! I mean it's fantastic. I can't believe it. Congratulations." Ayla's voice rose with each exclamation.
She was beaming, she felt so proud of him. This was big news for Oliver.
"Hey, what's going on? What's with the squeaky high voices?"
Sarah had been walking passed when Ayla began to squeak.
"Oliver's on the Scottish National team! Oh, is it ok that I told her?" Ayla cried out.
"Hey well done!" said Sarah, for once actually looking pleased for Oliver.
"Thanks."
"Look, as nice as it was for your mum to do all this Ayla, I've gotta say this party is, well dull. You both have my full permission to get out of here as soon as you like."
"Are you sure? I mean it is Gerry's party?"
"Don't call her Gerry. Please, I prefer Bubba to Gerry. And yes I'm sure. The more people that leave now, the sooner I can go home myself. Go, have a drink, celebrate."
Something was wrong. Sarah was encouraging her to leave. With Oliver. And to go drink alcohol. Maybe during the birth, something strange had happened, changing Sarah from an Oliver hating witch into a nice pleasant witch who liked Oliver Wood. Was that possible? Ayla had heard that giving birth could cause all sorts of changes.
"Well ok. If you're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Now go quick, while your mother isn't looking.", said Sarah, shooing them towards the door. Once they were outside Oliver turned to Ayla:
"So, the Leaky Cauldron or the Doxy?"
"The Leaky Cauldron." she replied.
The Drunken Doxy pub held some uncomfortable memories, whereas the Leaky Cauldron was somewhat neutral ground. The pair apparated to Diagon Alley and Ayla was glad to finally have some time alone with Oliver. It had been a while since they had spent some normal quiet time together.
Like a gentleman, Oliver held the door, pulled out her chair and got a drink for Ayla. With the night ahead of them free it didn't take long for the two to get drunk. They left a few hours later, stumbling and giggling, before apparating to Oliver's house.
"Wow! This place is cool! You live here?"
"Yup this is home. You like it?"
"Yeah it's great. Ooh give me a tour of the house. The girls will be so jealous when I tell them I've been to your house!"
"You what?" Oliver asked.
"Uh nothing, it doesn't matter. Show me around."
The tour was short. Oliver walked Ayla around the house, telling her which room was which but not actually stopping for her to go in them. They stopped off in the kitchen to get more drinks. And it was here that Oliver did something that was, to Ayla, unexpected. He kissed her. They had kissed before of course. But something had always happened to stop him going any further.
This kiss was longer than the last. Ayla could feel it all the way down to her toes. This was different. Oliver pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath,
"You want to, uh, see upstairs?", he asked.
She nodded, not quite sure she'd be able to speak. She followed him up the staircase, wondering what was about to happen.
"This is my room. There's something I want to show you."
He opened the door and taking her hand, led her across the room. There was a set of glass doors, leading out to a balcony.
"It's a great view isn't it?" he said.
She nodded again, thinking that she must have left her voice downstairs in the kitchen. He kissed her again. She couldn't help but think how perfect this all was. Standing on a balcony in the moonlight, kissing Oliver Wood, she had dreamt about this.
He pulled away again, and ran his fingers through her hair. He looked unsure of himself. Ayla moved towards him. This time it was her turn to initiate the kiss. It was short. He pulled away a third time.
"Maybe we should go back inside?"
She smiled and walked back through the doors. Her head was spinning now and she was unsteady on her feet. She sat down on the first thing she could find. The bed. Oliver stopped in the doorway and looked at her. This really was like something out of a dream. She clenched her fist, letting her fingernails dig into her palm. This was real. She was real, the bed was real. Oliver, standing, watching her, backlit by moonlight, was real.
He moved towards the bed and sat down next to her. He ran his fingers through her hair again and kissed her lightly. She did nothing more than smile. He kissed her again. Slow, soft, and sensual. They moved back onto the bed, now lying side by side.
"I really like you, you know?" he whispered.
"I know." she whispered back.
And cringe... apologies, it was my first time writing smut. A for effort I think.
A/N:Oh and in case any of you were wondering Ayla calling the baby Bubba is something we do in my family. I don't know why but whenever there's a baby we call it Bubba. Strange but true.
