Chapter 22
Amelia put together a bag of her things to take with her to Oliver's for the night. When she finished, he took her hand and they apparated to his flat.
They put her bag in his room and took seats on the sofa. Oliver turned on the wireless so that they could listen to a quidditch match. Amelia sat on the sofa and curled into Oliver. After only 5 minutes of listening to the match, Oliver leaned over and kissed Amelia; she kissed back. It took Oliver nearly no time to divest Amelia of her shirt and for her to return the favor.
Oliver kissed at her collarbone and chest. He kneaded her breasts through her pink lace bra; she gently scratched her nails on his back and moaned into his mouth. He paused, smirked, and said, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied. "And from where I am, it appears as though you are enjoying yourself too."
"Most definitely," he said. "But perhaps you'd like to do this somewhere else?"
"Where did you have in mind?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"I was thinking my bed, but if you're offering a more public display, who am I to stop you?" he teased. Then, he stood and scooped her over his good shoulder to march her around. She laughed and slapped at his back. When he set her down again, they were in his bedroom and they were both laughing like children.
"You are such an arse," she said, crooking a finger through his belt loop and pulling him closer. Before she would allow him to go further, however, Amelia suddenly became aware that less than 24 hours before she was treating Oliver as a patient. So, she asked, "How are you feeling?"
"I promise, love, I'm fine," he said, pushing her gently against his bed.
"You're sure your head is o.k.? And your shoulder?" she queried.
"I'm sure," he repeated. "Besides, I'm fairly certain that the perfect cure for a concussion is sex."
"As the medical professional in the room, I have to concur with your assessment," she joked. "But, promise me if you feel at all ill you'll stop."
"I promise." Then, he closed his lips over hers and ended their discussion. He snaked his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. Then, he slid it off her arms and tossed it across the room.
She fumbled with his belt and the button on his trousers, but eventually was able to get them undone. She shoved his trousers down as far as she could reach while he was busy working on her trousers.
"Nice scanties," he mused when he pulled her trousers off and noticed that her knickers matched her bra. "Unfortunately, they're going to have to go for what I have planned." He slid them off and kissed her on her legs and thighs, and everywhere else she would let him. She squirmed, but he kept up his ministrations until she screamed his name.
She flipped them over and straddled him, fully removing his trousers and boxers. She grabbed her wand and cast a contraceptive charm. Then, she shagged him until he screamed her name.
When they were lying in bed, panting and sweaty, she turned her head to him and asked, "Where did you learn that?"
"There's a lot of talk in the locker room," he answered, truthfully. "I just listened to the other blokes."
"Sounds more like bragging," she pointed out.
"It is bragging," he admitted.
"So will you brag about me?" she teased.
"Only if you want me to, love," he replied. It was exactly what she wanted to hear, and what she feared hearing at the same time.
She rolled onto her side and played with his chest hair. "I don't know," she said. "I don't think I like the idea of everyone knowing everything just yet."
"Then I won't tell anyone anything," he promised, turning on his side to face her. "And love, you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."
"Don't I?" she teased.
"Two can play that game." He started tickling her, which led to kissing, and then shagging.
"It was rather convenient that we weren't wearing any clothes just now, wasn't it?" she said when they finished.
"Mmm-hmm," he replied.
"Are you going to sleep?"
"There's no reason that I can't, is there?" he replied.
"Not entirely, except that I'm rather hungry and since I've shagged you twice in the last 2 hours, I think you at least owe me dinner," she stated. "Now go and bring me food."
Oliver chuckled at Amelia and leaned over her to kiss her. Then, he climbed over her to get out of his bed. He pulled on his trousers and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Doesn't matter, as long as it's not seafood," she said.
He pulled a shirt over his head, kissed her once more, and left the flat to get food. He returned 20 minutes later and found Amelia sitting on the sofa wearing one of his t-shirts. "Is that mine?" he asked.
"No," she joked. "You gave it to me while you were out and now you're going to have to fight me to get it back."
"I'll look forward to doing just that after you've eaten, since you demanded food," he replied. Then, he set out sandwiches and drinks that he bought from a deli a few blocks away on his small dining table.
Amelia was determined to make Oliver bring her food, but he picked her up and carried her to the table. Once the sandwiches were devoured, they returned to his bed, where they shagged and passed out.
When Amelia woke the next morning, she heard strange voices. She got up to find out what was going on and nearly left Oliver's room without clothes. Luckily, she caught herself because when she arrived in the sitting room, wearing only Oliver's dressing gown, she found his parents sipping tea and harassing Oliver.
"Good morning, Amelia," Edward said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Good morning, Mr. Wood," she replied; her cheeks turned bright red. "Mrs. Wood." She motioned for Oliver to follow her into the kitchen.
"You could have warned me," she scolded.
"I didn't know they were coming over," he retorted. "They just showed up and I didn't have time to sneak back and warn you."
"You could have excused yourself and come back to your room," she argued. "Had I known they were here, I might have made it less obvious what we were doing last night." She left Oliver in the kitchen and stomped back to his room in a huff.
"Where did Amelia go?" Jane asked.
"She's hiding and more than slightly embarrassed to be caught off guard," Oliver explained.
"We didn't know you were back together, Oliver," Edward pointed out.
"I know, Da. We just got back together," he answered. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go and see if she has decided I'm just not worth it yet." Edward and Jane bade Oliver goodbye and promised to call before coming over the next time. Then, Oliver went back to his room, where Amelia had crawled back into bed and was pretending to ignore him.
"Are you really angry?" he asked, crawling into bed beside her.
"No, just embarrassed beyond all recognition," she answered, looking up from under her pillow. Oliver pulled it off her head and kissed her neck.
"You look amazing," he promised. "And you have no reason to be embarrassed. I'm sorry my parents just showed up like that. I was going to wake you with breakfast in bed."
"And you got sidetracked?"
"Mm-hmm," he hummed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"You realize you still owe me breakfast?" she teased.
"Yes," he said, still nuzzling her neck.
"And you're not getting shagged until I've been fed," she finished. "Now, if you want in my pants you should probably go make me something to eat. Shagging does require lots of energy."
"Fair enough." He pulled himself away from her and wandered to the kitchen to make something to eat.
Amelia decided she didn't want to wait in bed and padded to the kitchen. She tied the robe tightly around her middle and snuck up behind Oliver. "Gotcha!" she exclaimed.
"I heard you coming," he replied. "You'll never freak me out like that."
"That sounds like a challenge," she teased. "Now I've got a new mission!"
After spending the rest of the day in Oliver's bed, Amelia decided that she would have to return to London for the night. "I wish you didn't have to go," Oliver whined.
"Yes, but I have to turn up for training tomorrow," she replied. "I'll probably have to do something thoroughly disgusting like clean festering wounds or something. And besides, you're not training tomorrow; you could always come to my flat."
"Your neighbors won't mind?" he asked.
"It's none of their business," she said. She grabbed Oliver's hand and apparated them to the alley near her flat. While she was digging her keys out of her bag, one of her neighbors stuck her head out and glared and the pair.
When they got into her flat, Oliver asked, "Who was that?"
"Crazy old bat who lives next door," Amelia answered. "She's always annoyed at me for some reason. I think she hates the idea of having a young person living in the building. She's always complaining about the noise in my flat."
"What noise?"
"No idea," she replied.
Amelia heard her phone ringing and answered it while avoiding Oliver's roaming hands. Her mother was calling to set up a visit for her birthday; Amelia mentioned that she had company, and that it was Oliver, but refused to elaborate any further. Her mother let her end the call quickly.
Once Amelia hung up from her mother, she turned to Oliver and said, "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did, but you may ask another," he teased.
She rolled her eyes and inhaled deeply. "Were there other girls? I promise not to be angry, but I think I have a right to know if there were others since we've been pretty much shagging for 2 days and…"
Oliver did not allow her to finish her sentence. He cut her rambling off with a kiss. When he pulled back a few seconds later, he said, "No, Ames. There were no others. There were some who tried, but none who got further than buying me a pint at pub." Suddenly, Oliver got nervous, and asked, "What about you? Were there others for you?"
"No," she replied. "I only went out on a date once with Dylan and he got no further than a snog, which you knew about the other night."
"I wasn't going to say anything about that," Oliver promised. "Now, since we've got that nastiness out of the way, where were we when your mum called?"
"I was just about to invite you for a bath," she suggested. "I have a rather large tub; it's the main reason I took this flat."
Oliver nodded and Amelia went to her bathroom to fill the tub. When he joined her in the bathroom, he noticed that she had lit candles and poured some sort of bath stuff into the water. "What is in the water?" he asked.
"Lavender scented bath salts," she replied. "It's good for stress relief."
The water was just about ready, so Amelia stripped and ordered Oliver to do the same. Once they were both disrobed, she instructed him into her tub and climbed in to sit in his lap. She leaned her head against his good shoulder and exhaled deeply.
Over the next several weeks, Oliver and Amelia spent as much time together as possible. He even joined her and her parents for tea on her birthday. At work, Amelia was treated to several lectures on responsibilities of healers when interacting with patients, and neither Dylan nor Healer Jameson would let her forget that she brought Oliver home with her. She wouldn't let them forget that she and Oliver were together and, frequently, sleeping together.
By the time the Christmas holidays arrived, she and Oliver had even discussed getting a flat together. She wasn't sure she wanted to live together full time, but he, correctly, pointed out that they hadn't spent a night apart in months, especially once his season had ended. After several days of arguments, she finally said, "I'll think about it."
"That's all I want," Oliver replied. "Now, important discussion. What are we doing for Christmas?"
"When do your parents celebrate?" she asked.
"Usually on Christmas night and Boxing Day," he answered. "We could do your parents on Christmas morning and go to mine on Christmas night."
"That could work," she mused. She inhaled deeply and looked at her watch.
"Work?" he asked.
"Yeah. I really hate the night shift," she complained.
"How long will this keep up?"
"Until I've learned not to bring my work home with me," she joked.
"This is still because you brought me home with you?" She nodded. "Love, you should consider training somewhere else."
"I have," she confessed. "I've reapplied with a few teams, but none of them are taking new trainees until the summer. I've got to go." She kissed him quickly and apparated to St. Mungo's. She was on duty when Arthur Weasley was brought in, bleeding and looking very pale.