Quidditch Jersey
Aurora arrived at work that morning with a bright smile, her mood still lifted from the lively breakfast she’d shared with the boys. As always, the twins filled the morning with laughter and jokes, leaving Aurora in high spirits and wide awake.
Stepping into the office, she quickly spotted Gianna, who was always the first to arrive. Gianna sat at her desk in the main therapy room; her posture relaxed as she sipped from a steaming cup of tea and nibbled on a chocolate croissant. The soft clinking of teacups and the rustling of papers from the nearby staff made the room have a nice level of noise.
Aurora couldn’t help but smile as she approached Gianna’s desk. The rich scent of chocolate and freshly baked pastry filled the air. “Good morning,” Aurora chirped, setting her bag down. “You’re making that croissant look so tempting.”
Gianna laughed softly, pushing the small bakery bag toward Aurora. “Help yourself. I grabbed a few extra.”
Aurora grinned as she took her seat at her desk, savoring the scent of the croissant Gianna had offered. The space between them was only occupied by a twin bed, often used by patients, but for now, it served as a comfortable barrier for their quiet conversation.
Lowering her voice in case anyone else was within earshot, Aurora leaned forward with a playful glint in her eyes. "I'll take mine later. The twins stayed over last night, so naturally, Oliver went all out. He made us a massive breakfast. I swear, I couldn’t move for an hour afterward."
Gianna chuckled, resting her elbows on the bed while carefully balancing her tea. “I bet he’s thrilled to finally be up and moving again. He must be itching to get back to Quidditch."
Aurora nodded, her expression softening. “Oh, definitely. You should have seen him this morning, practically bouncing around the kitchen. He’s got so much pent-up energy, it’s a wonder the house is still standing.”
Gianna leaned in a bit closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “And what about the twins? Did they behave themselves, or were they up to their usual antics last night?”
“You know it was the weirdest thing. When I got home after dinner, all three of the boys were fast asleep. As far as I know, not one prank.”
Gianna raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Fast asleep? All three of them? That’s got to be a first. They must be plotting something big if they’re resting up like that."
Aurora chuckled, shaking her head. "Exactly what I thought. It's way too quiet when they’re on their best behavior. I’m bracing myself for the next time I see them. There’s bound to be an arsenal of tricks coming my way."
Gianna took another sip of her tea, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I wouldn’t put it past them. But at least you had a peaceful night for once."
Aurora nodded with a grin. "True, but it’s always the calm before the storm with those two. I’ll be checking my shoes and wand for surprises for the next few days, just in case."
Aurora and Gianna's mornings were typically slow. With the more intensive parts of the team's practice sessions scheduled for after lunch, the early hours allowed them some much-needed downtime. The two therapists used this quiet period to tackle various tasks around the clinic, making the space as welcoming and organized as possible.
Aurora and Gianna took full advantage of the calm atmosphere, engaging in easy conversation while they cleaned and arranged the therapy rooms. They worked side by side, dusting shelves, restocking supplies, and tidying up the waiting area. The gentle hum of the air conditioning was the only sound accompanying their chatter, which ranged from light-hearted banter to deeper discussions about their personal lives.
Aurora was on her way back from the bathroom when she saw a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. She stopped abruptly, watching as a bird—her own barn owl—fluttered past her, carrying a small envelope in its talons.
Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the owl. She quickly ran after it, her footsteps echoing in the hallway. As she burst into the therapy room, she saw the owl make a graceful landing in front of Gianna. It precisely dropped the letter onto Gianna’s lap before turning and flying straight toward Aurora.
Aurora reached out, catching her owl mid-flight with practiced ease. The bird’s wings fluttered slightly as she gently cradled it in her arms. “There you are!” Aurora’s voice was a mix of relief and curiosity as she gave the owl a quick, affectionate scratch behind its feathers. The owl hooted softly as if acknowledging the attention before shifting its gaze to Gianna.
“Looks like you’ve got some mail,” Gianna said without looking up, handing Aurora the letter. Her focus was on her work, but curiosity was evident in her tone.
Aurora took the letter and noticed the elegant handwriting on the envelope. A momentary shock crossed her face as she glanced at the name. “Gianna, it’s for you.” She handed the letter back to Gianna, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “I didn’t write you anything. I have no idea what this is.”
As Aurora spoke, Opal, the owl, shot out of her hands and began flying away, eager to return to its usual duties.
Gianna’s eyes widened as she carefully opened the letter. Her expression transformed from confusion to sheer delight as she read the words. A huge smile spread across her face. “It’s from George. He’s asking me out!” Her voice was filled with excitement and disbelief.
Aurora’s face lit up with happiness for her friend. She grabbed Gianna’s hands, squeezing them in excitement. “That’s amazing, Gianna!”
“I know!” Gianna said, practically glowing with joy. “When I get home, I’ll write him back immediately. I want to let him know how excited I am!”
When lunchtime rolled around, Gianna had planned to meet Pansy at the stadium for lunch, but Aurora remembered her promise take a walk with Oliver instead. She knew he had been cooped up at home for too long and wanted to give him a change of scenery.
As Aurora arrived back at Oliver’s flat, she was immediately struck by how clean and organized everything looked. It was clear that Oliver had been restless; the flat sparkled with an unusual level of tidiness. The faint scent of cleaning supplies lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
“Oliver?” Aurora called out as she stepped inside, her voice echoing slightly in the newly cleaned space. When there was no immediate response, she began to search for him, her eyes scanning the rooms.
Suddenly, she heard a quick, light patter of footsteps from the bedroom. Before she could react, Oliver appeared at the doorway, his face lighting up with an expression of unrestrained joy. Without a word, he ran towards her, scooped her up in his arms, and spun her around in a dizzying whirl.
“I’m so glad you’re back, Rory! I’ve been going crazy here,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and excitement.
As he set her down, he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that conveyed just how much he had missed her presence. Aurora’s heart fluttered at the sudden burst of affection.
“Oliver, I’ve been gone for like four hours,” she said, laughing softly as he finally pulled back.
“Hours?” Oliver repeated with a mock puzzled look. “What is this thing you speak of? I’ve lost all sense of time in this confinement. It feels like days have passed.”
Aurora chuckled, shaking her head. “You really must have been going stir-crazy. I thought I’d find you deep in some new project or at least organizing something.”
Oliver grinned sheepishly. “Well, I did clean the entire flat. And then I might have gotten a little carried away with rearranging things. You know, to pass the time.”
Aurora smiled, feeling a mix of amusement and affection. “I can see that. Well, how about we get out of here for a bit? A walk might do us both some good.”
Oliver’s eyes lit up at the idea. “That sounds amazing,” he said, a genuine excitement in his voice. Aurora and Oliver had become accustomed to a life where their outings were discreet—picking up takeout for dinner, apparating separately for grocery shopping, and even using Oliver’s spare room as a makeshift gym to exercise together. Their lives had become a series of carefully coordinated routines to maintain their privacy.
This suggested outing was a significant departure from their usual routine. Aurora knew that stepping out into Muggle London would be a big step for them. While she saw the charm in wandering through the vibrant streets and enjoying the city’s atmosphere, she also couldn’t shake the worry that their relationship might attract unwanted attention.
Oliver, however, seemed buoyed by the idea. “I love that we’re doing this,” he said, his warm gaze fixed on Aurora. “It feels like we’re taking a real step forward.”
Aurora nodded, her own excitement tempered by a hint of apprehension. “I agree. I’ve always loved the idea of us having a proper date out in the city, just like any other couple.”
She glanced at him, her smile softening. “But you know, part of me does worry. What if someone notices us? What if this becomes public?”
Oliver took her hand gently. “We can handle it. It’s just us taking a walk, enjoying a day out. If people notice, that’s their problem, not ours. We deserve to have these moments, just the two of us.”
It was a crisp mid-November afternoon, and the chill had settled in firmly. Ever cautious about the cold, she wore a thick winter coat and a cozy scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. On the other hand, Oliver had opted for a lighter coat and a simple hat, clearly more focused on enjoying the fresh air than staying warm.
They had only made it halfway down their usual path when Aurora suddenly stopped and turned to Oliver. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she faced him. “Oliver?”
“Yes, Rory?” he replied, his breath forming little puffs in the cold air.
Aurora tilted her head slightly, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. “Would you care to explain why my owl was delivering mail to my work today?”
Oliver glanced at his feet, trying to appear nonchalant. “That’s what owls do, Rory. They deliver the mail.”
Aurora crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Because the letter was addressed to Gianna from George.”
Oliver’s eyes widened momentarily, but he quickly composed himself. “Oh, I have no idea.”
Aurora stopped in her tracks, and her gaze narrowed playfully. “You’re a liar.”
Oliver chuckled, looking at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Aurora Walker, do you already know what was in that letter?”
“Maybe I do,” Aurora teased her tone light but pointed. “I just wanted to see if you’d spill the beans. I’ll remember where your loyalties lie, Wood.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically, a playful smile on her lips.
Oliver reached over, grabbing the hood of her winter jacket and pulling it gently over her face, causing her to squeal in surprise. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. You set me up,” he said, laughing.
Aurora peeked out from under the hood of her cloak, her eyes shimmering with a playful glint. She leaned in close, brushing her lips against Oliver’s in a kiss that was both tender and teasing. The warmth of her touch and the softness of her lips left him wanting more. As Oliver's hands gently grasped her waist, his lips sought to deepen the kiss, but Aurora, with a mischievous smile, pulled back just enough to tease.
“I’ll remember where your loyalties lie,” she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.
Oliver looked at her with amusement and longing in his eyes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
Aurora's smile widened, her gaze locking with his. “Maybe a bit of both.” She lightly brushed her fingers against his cheek before stepping back, her cloak falling back into place. The playful glint in her eyes never faded as she turned to leave, leaving Oliver both enchanted and eager for what came next.
Aurora arrived at Oliver’s flat, feeling the day's fatigue lift as she stepped inside. The apartment was quiet, except for some upbeat music playing softly in the background. She followed the sounds to the spare bedroom, which had been converted into a makeshift home gym. There, she found Oliver working out with a determined focus.
Oliver was in the middle of a set of push-ups, sweat glistening on his forehead. His face was set in a look of concentration, clearly pushing himself. Aurora couldn’t help but smile, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes.
“Oliver, don’t work yourself too hard,” she called out as she walked into the room. “It’s your first day off of bed rest. You don’t want to overdo it.”
Oliver paused, lowering himself to the floor with a slight wince. He looked up at Aurora, his expression a mix of determination and amusement. “I’m just trying to get back into the swing of things,” he said, a bit out of breath. “I’ve been cooped up for too long. Besides, you know how much I hate feeling useless.”
Aurora crossed the room and knelt beside him, gently touching his arm. “I get it, but you have to take it slow. It’s not just about getting back to Quidditch; it’s about getting your body back to where it needs to be. You’ve had a tough time, and it’s okay to ease back into things.”
Oliver sighed but nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I just want to get back to normal, you know? It’s frustrating being so out of commission.”
Aurora gave him a reassuring smile. “I know it is. But you’re making progress. Just think of how nice it will be to get back to your routine without feeling like you’re dragging yourself through it.”
Oliver smiled back, appreciating her support. “I’ll at least finish this set and then call it a day.”
Aurora gave Oliver a playful nudge. “Good. And once you’re done, how about a nice dinner? I’ve been looking forward to you cooking something special for me,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with mock indignation. “Me? You just told me to take things slow, and now you want me to cook dinner?”
Aurora chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “I would cook dinner, but I thought you had grown accustomed to not having a burnt-down house.” She grinned, knowing how much Oliver enjoyed cooking for her.
Oliver laughed, reaching out to poke her in the side. “You’ve got me there. But I can’t deny that I love cooking for you. Even when you offer takeout, I just want to make you something special.”
Aurora's heart warmed at his words. She loved watching him cook, finding it endearing how focused and passionate he was in the kitchen. She also found it extremely attractive.
Aurora had gone to get changed into her pajamas in Oliver’s room when she noticed how thoroughly he had cleaned it. The room was as neat and organized as the rest of the house. Oliver’s Quidditch uniform was neatly folded on top of his dresser, alongside all his padding and other gear. Aurora’s eyes lingered on the jersey, the name “Wood” embroidered across it. A playful idea popped into her head.
She quickly changed out of her Chudley Cannons shirt and sweatpants and slipped into Oliver’s jersey. The jersey was too big for her, slipping off her right shoulder, leaving her looking like a child playing dress-up. Aurora giggled to herself as she reached for the matching pants.
The door creaked open just as she was about to pick up the pants. Oliver’s voice called out, “Aurora?”
Startled, Aurora dropped the pants from her hand and turned toward Oliver with a sheepish smile. “You scared me, Oli! I wanted to surprise you by wearing your uniform,” she said, her voice a mix of laughter and embarrassment. She gave a little twirl, the oversized jersey falling more off her shoulder and revealing a bit more than she intended.
Oliver’s face broke into a devilish grin as he took in the sight of her. “You look amazing,” he said, his eyes sparkling with determination.
Aurora’s cheeks flushed as she caught his gaze. “Well, I guess it’s not quite a perfect fit,” she admitted, her laughter bubbling up again. She tugged at the jersey, trying to adjust it, but it only seemed to add to the charm of the moment.
Oliver stepped closer, his grin widening. “It’s perfect,” he said softly, gently adjusting the jersey back off her shoulder and placing a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. “I love it.”
As their eyes met, it was clear that Auora’s actions had really turned him on. She reached up and put her hands around the back of his neck. He began kissing her very passionately. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her as close as she could be.
When he pulled her in, she could feel that he was hard. She let out a breath that allowed Oliver to stick his tongue in her mouth. Never letting his mouth leave Aurora’s, Oliver picked her up as if she had weighed nothing at all. He placed her onto the dresser that had once had the uniform on it.
Aurora wrapped her legs around Oliver's waist and changed the momentum of the kiss. Now that she was sitting on the dresser, she was taller than him, and she took control. She started to explore his neck with her kiss. As she did, Oliver’s hand found their way under the jersey, and to her chest he grabbed at her with arousal. The quick sensation made Aurora stop kissing and let out another jolted breath.
She went to take the jersey off in order to give Oliver more access when he grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes.
“Leave it on,” Oliver demanded.
His voice made Aurora melt. As she nodded a simple yes, unable to form words.
Oliver had his hands on Aurora's thighs, holding them tight as if she were slipping away from him. He kissed her neck again. That spot was ticklish for her, but she refused to laugh, not wanting to ruin the moment. Aurora was sure that Oliver was leaving a mark, but she couldn’t care less.
She grabbed his shirt and pulled it off to get more access to his skin. Just because she had to stay in her clothes didn't mean Oliver had to stay in his.
Aurora's eyes couldn’t help but wander over Oliver’s torso, taking in every detail. He was undeniably fit, with defined abs that seemed to ripple under his skin and broad shoulders that gave him an effortlessly strong presence. As she examined him more closely, her fingers instinctively reached out, grazing over the smooth line of his collarbone. The warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips sent a soft shiver through her, but the light scar running just below his collarbone caught her attention.
Her hand paused for a moment, gently tracing the scar. "From Quidditch?" she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of concern.
Oliver looked down at her touch, his expression softening. "Yeah," he replied with a small, crooked smile. "from my Hogwarts days.”
Aurora’s thumb lingered on the scar, her gaze flicking back up to meet his. "It suits you," she said, her voice warm. "Strong, tough, but still so... human."
Oliver chuckled softly, his hand gently resting on her waist. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of warrior,” he teased, though his eyes showed a glint of appreciation.
“To me, you are,” she whispered, leaning in closer, their faces only inches apart.
Oliver's grin softened, his gaze locking with hers as the playful atmosphere between them grew more intimate. "A warrior, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Guess that means I need to keep fighting... for you."
Aurora's heart fluttered at his words, her fingers still tracing the scar as her body leaned instinctively into his. "You don’t have to fight for me," she whispered, her lips barely grazing his. "I’m already yours."
He closed the small distance between them, pressing his lips against hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and she felt the warmth of his body envelop her. His scent mingled with the soft fabric of his Quidditch jersey, which still hung loosely off her frame.
As they broke apart, both slightly breathless, Oliver chuckled. "You really do look incredible in my uniform, you know."
Aurora smiled, her cheeks flushed. "I wanted to see if I could pull it off." She glanced down at the oversized jersey that had slipped off her shoulder again. "Though I think it fits you a bit better."
Oliver’s hand slid down to the hem of the jersey, tugging it gently. "I don’t know," he said with a wicked glint in his eye. "I think I prefer it on you."
She swatted his chest playfully, laughing as she pulled away from him. "If you keep teasing me like that, I might just keep it."
He raised an eyebrow, feigning a serious look. "You’re welcome to it... as long as I get something in return."
Aurora crossed her arms, pretending to think for a moment. "How about I wear it again next time you cook for me?" she offered with a cheeky grin.
Oliver laughed, pulling her back toward him. "Deal. But I’m cooking tonight, so you better keep it on."
Aurora bit her lip, feeling the excitement of their playful banter as she leaned into him again. "I guess I’ll be wearing this all evening then."
Oliver smirked, his hands still resting on her hips as he looked her up and down, clearly enjoying the sight of her in his uniform. "I’m not complaining," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "You can wear it all night if you want."
Aurora raised an eyebrow, stepping back just enough to sway the jersey teasingly. "All night, huh? Sounds like you’ve got plans."
He chuckled, his fingers lightly grazing her waist before he let her go. "Well, I’ll be cooking for you, I’d say that’s a good start."
Aurora felt the warmth of his touch linger as she turned toward the kitchen. "Alright, Chef Wood, let’s see what you’ve got." She shot him a playful glance over her shoulder. "And no cutting corners just because I’m distracting you."
Oliver followed her into the kitchen, already rolling up his sleeves. "Trust me, love, you’re the best distraction, but I’ll still make you something amazing." He paused, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Maybe something extra special since you’re staying in that jersey."
Aurora laughed, leaning against the counter as she watched him pull out ingredients. "You always say that, but I’m beginning to think you just like showing off."
"Maybe I do," Oliver teased, setting down a cutting board. He grabbed a few fresh vegetables and began chopping with the ease of someone who clearly enjoyed being in the kitchen. His movements were efficient but relaxed like he was in his element.
Aurora settled in, leaning on the counter with her chin resting in her hands as she watched him. It wasn’t just the food—although she knew whatever he made would be delicious—but seeing him like this, so focused yet so comfortable, made her feel incredibly lucky.
"You know," she said after a moment, "I think this might be my favorite thing—watching you cook."
Oliver glanced up, a smile tugging at his lips. "Is that so? Not the Quidditch?"
She shook her head, grinning. "Nope. It’s definitely this. You’re in your zone, and it’s... kind of hot."
He laughed, shaking his head as he added some spices to the pan. "I knew it. You’ve been playing me all along—just using me for my cooking skills."
Aurora leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You figured me out. But to be fair, you’re really good at it."
Oliver’s expression softened as he approached her, wiping his hands on a towel before gently cupping her face. "Well, then, I guess I’ll have to keep impressing you."
She smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection. "You already do."
They shared another kiss, this one softer and more tender. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of comfort and connection, of two people finding something deeper in each other than they had ever expected.
As they pulled apart, Oliver brushed his thumb gently across her cheek. "Dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll bring it to you?"
Aurora nodded, her heart still fluttering as she made her way to the table. Watching him move about the kitchen with such confidence, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her.
Oliver plated the food, bringing over two dishes filled with roasted chicken, fresh vegetables, and a light herb sauce that smelled heavenly. "Bon appétit," he said with a flourish, setting the plates down.
Aurora took a bite, her eyes widening in delight. "Mmm, this is amazing, Oli. You’ve outdone yourself."
As they continued their dinner, the mood was light and filled with laughter. Aurora found herself smiling at everything Oliver said, from his playful quips to his charming stories about past Quidditch matches. It was the kind of evening that felt effortless, where time seemed to pass without notice.
After finishing their meal, Oliver stood up and gathered the plates, brushing off Aurora’s offer to help. "You’re the guest of honor tonight, remember? Just sit tight while I clean up."
Aurora leaned back in her chair, watching him as he worked. She admired the way he moved with such casual confidence and how at ease he seemed with the simple act of taking care of her. It was a side of him she adored, one that made her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t expected.
As Oliver finished tidying up, he glanced over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. "So, what’s next? You’ve seen me cook—now it’s your turn to entertain."
Aurora stood and walked over to him, slipping her arms around his waist. "Entertain, huh? How about this—" She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment longer than usual.
Oliver hummed against her lips, his hands resting on her lower back as he kissed her back. "I’m definitely entertained," he murmured when they finally pulled apart, his voice low and teasing.
Aurora rested her head against his chest for a moment, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath her cheek. Aurora tilted her head back to look up at him, her eyes searching his face. She could see the tiredness behind his smile, the weight of his recent recovery still lingering.
“You’ve been through a lot,” she said gently, her fingers brushing a lock of his hair away from his forehead. “I hated sleeping alone when you were stuck in that bed. It felt wrong not being able to be right next to you the whole time.”
Oliver’s smile softened at her words, a trace of vulnerability flashing across his face. "I hated it too," he admitted, his voice low. "I missed having you beside me. It felt… empty without you there." He cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. "But you’ve been so patient with me. I don’t know how you do it."
Aurora tilted her head, leaning into his touch as her fingers traced gentle patterns on his chest. "You’re worth it, Oli. Every moment of waiting, every night I spent alone, it was all for you." She smiled softly, her eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. "And besides, now that you're better, I’m planning on making up for all that lost time."
His grip tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her closer. "You were there for me, Rory. Every day. You brought me food, kept me company, and most importantly… you never made me feel like I was a burden. I couldn’t have gotten through it without you."
Aurora smiled, a warm blush creeping into her cheeks. "That’s what partners do. We’re in this together."
Oliver nodded, his eyes locking onto hers with a seriousness that made her heart skip. "Together," he repeated softly. "And I want you to know how much that means to me. Having you here, with me… it’s everything I never knew I needed."
Aurora felt her chest tighten with emotion as she gazed up at him, her love for him swelling in her heart. "I’m not going anywhere, Oli. I’m always going to be right here." She pressed another soft kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment before pulling back.
They just stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the closeness that had been missing for the past few weeks. Oliver’s hand drifted up to tangle in her hair as he rested his forehead against hers. "I love you, Aurora," he whispered, the sincerity in his voice undeniable.
Aurora’s lips met Oliver’s with an intensity that caught him by surprise, but he responded immediately, pulling her closer as the world around them seemed to blur. Her kiss was full of urgency, like all the moments they had missed during his recovery were now collapsing into this one passionate exchange. She ran her hands up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt, and her fingers traced the familiar lines of his muscles.
Oliver’s heart raced as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her even tighter against him. The warmth of her body against his ignited something within him, and he could feel her need, mirroring his own. His fingers slid into her hair, gently tugging as their lips moved together in perfect rhythm.
Aurora’s breath quickened as she pressed herself against him, her hands now wandering over his broad shoulders and down his arms. She had missed this—the closeness, the way their bodies seemed to communicate without words. Every kiss, every touch was electric, and it fueled her desire to make up for all the time they had spent apart.
Her need for him was overwhelming, a fire that had been simmering during his recovery but was now burning brightly. She broke the kiss only to whisper against his lips, her voice hushed and full of emotion. "I’ve missed you so much, Oliver."
His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her, his hand cupping her face gently. "I’ve missed you too, Aurora. More than you know."
Without another word, he captured her lips again, this time with even more passion. He backed her gently toward the bed, their movements becoming more urgent. The air around them was charged, filled with the tension that had been building between them.
Aurora’s hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward, and Oliver let out a soft groan as he helped her pull it over his head. Her eyes roamed over his bare chest, admiring the strength of his body, the familiar scar that told stories of Quidditch battles fought and won.
With a smile playing on her lips, she traced the scar with her fingertips, sending shivers through him. "You’re perfect," she whispered, her voice thick with affection and desire.
Oliver’s response was a low growl as he pulled her back to him, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You’re the one who’s perfect, Aurora," he murmured between kisses, his hands exploring her body with growing need.
Aurora’s hands wandered to Oliver’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she pulled him closer. Their lips met again; this time, the kiss was filled with a raw, unrestrained passion that seemed to make the room spin. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, and they both surrendered to the moment, letting their desires guide them.
The bed beneath them was a haven of comfort as they explored each other’s bodies with a mixture of reverence and need. Oliver’s touch was gentle, yet every caress spoke of his deep affection for Aurora. She responded with equal fervor, her hands and lips tracing a path of devotion over his skin.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten. Every touch, every kiss was a declaration of their love and longing, a celebration of the moments they had missed and the future they were building together.
The night stretched before them, full of promise, as they let go of all the restraint they had shown during his recovery. This was their time, and neither of them wanted to waste another moment.