11 Reasons Why Oliver Shouldn't Be Attracted To Rachel
11 Reasons General Theme: Why Oliver Shouldn't Be Attracted To Rachel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairings: Oliver Wood/Rachel Rivers (OC)
Prompt: #49
Rating: M
Warnings/Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of its copyrighted characters, I make no money from this, and my sole intent is to provide entertainment.
The way that she looks at him, eyes slightly squinted shut, in a totally alluring way, the deep throated laugh that bubbles out of her mouth, which is as wide as a horse’s he reckons, makes him laugh just as loud as she does.
He knows that he needs this laugh just as much as she does, but surprisingly he doesn’t feel all that guilty about it, like he should. Because telling dirty jokes that he would only utter to his quidditch mates after three or four too many out at the pub seems even more wrong with the under aged Californian in front of him.
Or it should, but she’s laughing at it with such jubilation that he can’t seem to stop them pouring from his mouth. One raunchy story after another.
Before he knows it, he’s telling her his secrets. Some of his most embarrassing sex experiences which he had swore that he would take to the grave with him, but she’s not laughing at him, but at the situation, and his actions.
When he stops talking and looks at that wicked little smirk that’s graced her features now, he can barely close his mouth when she suggests that they try making their own.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairings: Oliver Wood/Rachel Rivers (OC)
Prompt: #49
Rating: M
Warnings/Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of its copyrighted characters, I make no money from this, and my sole intent is to provide entertainment.
The way that she looks at him, eyes slightly squinted shut, in a totally alluring way, the deep throated laugh that bubbles out of her mouth, which is as wide as a horse’s he reckons, makes him laugh just as loud as she does.
He knows that he needs this laugh just as much as she does, but surprisingly he doesn’t feel all that guilty about it, like he should. Because telling dirty jokes that he would only utter to his quidditch mates after three or four too many out at the pub seems even more wrong with the under aged Californian in front of him.
Or it should, but she’s laughing at it with such jubilation that he can’t seem to stop them pouring from his mouth. One raunchy story after another.
Before he knows it, he’s telling her his secrets. Some of his most embarrassing sex experiences which he had swore that he would take to the grave with him, but she’s not laughing at him, but at the situation, and his actions.
When he stops talking and looks at that wicked little smirk that’s graced her features now, he can barely close his mouth when she suggests that they try making their own.