Come What May
Chapter Two
The third floor of Grimmauld Place held four bedrooms, a study, and a bathroom. Oliver knew exactly where Ripley's was, how big it was, and how it smelt, it smelt like home. An apple pie candle was burning from the smell of it, it would be dark he knew, she wasn't in the room, why leave lights on? No, she wasn't in the room, because she was right in front of him, jeans tight against her ass. Oliver would never be the kind of guy to say 'you're too big for me' or 'you should lose some weight', but he wasn't unappreciative of the weight she had lost. Ripley was still Ripley by all means, just a tad thinner, not as much puppy fat. He also noticed that she wasn't as self conscious, and her temper was no where near tamed.
She opened the door to her room, and the warm smell hit him, it was pleasant, homey, everything he needed after not seeing her for nearly two years, aside from little weekend visits. He brushed past her; she shivered a little, her stomach knotting up. Ripley swallowed. "You'll be in here with me 'till we get another room clean."
He turned, coffee eyes meeting dirt brown. "Ya don't want me here?" He said softly, they both knew he meant the house, and not the room.
"I don't want you near danger if that's what you mean," she walked past him leaving in her wake the soft smell of apples. He watched her organize the mess she called a desk, and sighed. "Don't." She warned as he enclosed her wrist in a warm hand. Oliver sighed, dropping his forehead onto the top of her head. Ripley stiffened, should she feel that way? She ignored it, and wrapped her arms around him; he did the same, hugging her tightly. He was a warm cocoon protecting her from the world of icy cold rage.
"I'll be fine Ripley," he whispered, brushing his lips across the side of her head. "I can take care of myself." She didn't answer, her eyes glued on the wall as she fought tears, and words. He couldn't take care of himself that was the thing, he wasn't trained for it.
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"Someone should get Ripley and Oliver for dinner," Molly informed the group at the scarred table. Sirius, Remus, and Mad-Eye (who had arrived shortly after Oliver) were preoccupied with discussions of the latest scandal in the book the three were reading. The twins made a face at her, clearly hesitant to interrupt anything that could be happening, and the trio was busy discussing what they had been doing all summer. "Sirius be a dear—"
"Molly don't make me," gray eyes pleaded. "Gods know what they're doing."
"Oh," she looked at him aghast. "They better not be in this house!"
"Molly they're twenty-one, whatever they do together is their own business," Arthur said easily as he jotted down notes. Remus smiled at the overall hesitance to go up, and rose. He received a grateful smile from the redheaded mother, and ducked out.
He took the stairs with leisure; he had known the two kids…adults now for long enough to know that when one had been away for a long time they needed to get things of their chests, Ripley especially since she held it in. He rapped his knuckles on the door. "Dinner."
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Inside Ripley sighed against Oliver's lips; he lifted his head, arms braced against the mattress. "So much for a roll in the hay, huh?" The Auror muttered.
"Hush lass, I've worked up an appetite."
"By kissing? You really have been sex deprived, haven't you?" She kissed him before sliding out from underneath him. "Come on."
"Hey," he grabbed her right arm, pushed the sleeve up, and stared. "When did you get that?"
"While you were off seeing the world I was dragging my ass through the academy. That's my present to myself, me, my partner Dean, and his brother Sam, and his partner Joe got one, too."
He traced his finger around the shield, and smiled. "Any others I should be aware of?"
"You'll just have to look for them, now won't you?" Ripley grinned, and ran out of the room, Oliver hot on her tail. He jumped down the stairs to the second landing, pinning her to the wall, he grinned breathless, and kissed her hard.
"I'll get you later," he promised with a sexy grin. She bit her lip, brown eyes bright. "Let's eat."
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"About time you two joined us," George said dryly as he dug into his stew.
"Fuck—"
"Ripley Anne Todd!" Molly abolished setting a bowl of stew in front of the girl.
"I curse the day Remus taught you my full name."
"I curse the day you came here," said Sirius dryly.
She narrowed her eyes. "I curse the—"
"Stop it," Harry said irately. "Sirius, Ripley is helping you!"
"A piss poor job she does, too."
"If I wasn't a girl I would seriously—"
"Hurt me?" asked Sirius smiling.
"Kill you," Ripley answered with a dark smile.
Fred held his hands up, moving them in circles, and closed his eyes saying. "I'm sensing, I'm sensing a little hostility."
"Shut up!" Ripley snapped as Sirius said.
"Bugger off!"
"Sirius, Ripley that's quite enough," Remus said pushing his empty bowl away. "We have enough fights to worry about without you two doing it on the home front."
The American muttered curses under her breath and continued with her meal; Oliver slid his hand under the table, and squeezed her thigh before giving it a pat. A simple no nonsense way of saying 'shut up'. She slid him a glance, and received a short smile, and a wink. She in turn rolled her eyes.
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"What is going on with you and Sirius?" Ginny asked as Ripley got ready for bed. The youngest Weasley was sitting cross-legged on Ripley's bed, Oliver situated near the headboard reading a hockey magazine. "Ever since you came here he's been meaner."
"Meaner than usual, that's a shocker," Ripley ran a brush through her wet hair, pulled it in a ponytail, and stretched her arms above her head yawning. She glanced at the clock it wasn't even ten thirty yet. "Gin why don't you go to bed."
"It's a Friday night, and it's summer."
"Ginny."
"Why?"
"Just go."
"I wanna know why."
"You're too young."
"I'm thirteen!"
"Leave so Oliver and I can have sex," said Ripley finally. She grinned as the redheads mouth formed a giant O, and bolted from the room.
Oliver looked at Ripley with a large smile. "I knew it."
"Knew what, hun?" She asked turning off the lights, and crawling beneath the light cotton sheets.
"That we'd have sex tonight."
"I'm too tired."
"Rip."
"I have a headache."
"Todd."
"You're ill equipped."
"Since when?" He asked pressing close to her, his hard on pushed against her lower back. She chuckled, and turned wrapping her arms around his neck. He kissed her long, and deep. His callused hand ran up, and down her bare leg, mouth toying with hers. She shuddered beneath him; she felt his lips turn in a smile.
"Still too tired?"
"Ripley!" Someone banged on the door. "Come quick!" Oliver was off of her in no time, she yanked the bottom of her strappy tank back down to where it was before his hands, and stumbled out of bed. She yanked the door open, saw Mad-eye pale faced. "What?"
"It's Sam." Two words, only two, and she was running down the stairs. "Kitchen!" Alastor yelled after her.