Today's line: "Much love, remember the raspberry jam next time. Terrah!"
He wakes up from a light doze wrapped in the scent of lemony soap and someone's lithe but strong arms and legs and his own blinding, overwhelming happiness.
As he stirs, Aidan releases him and stretches luxuriantly. "You are fantastic," he murmurs, running two fingers down Oliver's side. Oliver chuckles idly, turning to roll his body half-over Aidan's and plant a lazy, sloppy kiss on his collarbone.
"So I'm told," he replies airily. "Though I think it's one's partner that makes the difference."
For a moment they just lie there, Oliver stretching and feeling the satisfying clench and burn in his muscles before curling back into his newfound lover's warm body and almost drifting off to sleep. Lazily he bites down on Aidan's chin and asks, "Do you have to be anywhere?"
Aidan hums vaguely. "I'm supposed to be having dinner with my parents," he says, his Irish lilt thoroughly unenthusiastic. "I missed it last time they invited me for an emergency press conference, so I really can't skip it this time."
"What would you tell them?" Oliver asks, stroking up and down the dip between the Seeker's pectorals. "That you had to stay home and shag?"
He chuckles. "Maybe just that I'd had an offer I couldn't refuse," he says lightly.
There's a pause. Then Aidan shocks Oliver by saying quietly, "It wouldn't be so boring if you came with me."
Oliver doesn't know what to say. They've only known each other for two days now and Aidan is already inviting him to meet his parents – does that mean as much to him as it means to Oliver? He couldn't bear getting his hopes up in this manner, talking to Aidan's family and not knowing that this is something he wants to last, not knowing if in a few days he'll be alone again with only the memory of an intimate, domestic dinner.
"That's, um… I mean, we've only really known each other for two days –"
"I know," Aidan says, turning over and propping himself up on his elbow, looking serious. "I thought… I know that it's a big deal, taking you to meet my parents, but I thought you felt the same way I did. That this isn't… normal."
He looks almost apologetic, desperately uncertain, and Oliver leans up and kisses him because his heart feels so huge it might explode with the relief that he's not the only one.
"I want you to meet my parents, to come to my Quidditch functions, to read my speeches before I give them at press conferences. When I met you, I just… I just felt like you could be so important to me. And I want that to start now. I can't just walk out of here with a much love, remember the raspberry jam next time, terrah! because I don't want you to think that this is something I do all the time."
After another brief, frantic kiss, Oliver stands up. "Okay," he says firmly. "We're going to have dinner with your parents. You don't think they'll mind if you bring someone?"
Aidan's smile is positively angelic. "Not at all."