A Quidditch Kiss

A Quidditch Kiss

There she was. Three feet away. So close he could touch her, yet he did not. Not now, not before a game. His team needed to focus, but still...

Oliver breathed deeply and concentrated on his task. "All I have to do," he told himself, "Is stop the ball from getting through the goal hoops."

He looked at her again. She was so perfect. Her long blond hair shown in the sunlight, her blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. She was pretty, she was smart, she was talented, she was overwhelming. Katie Bell.

Gryffindor was playing Slytherin. It was supposed to be a tough match, but when it was all over, that was not the case. Gryffindor easily outplayed the Slytherins, and topped them by one hundred points even after that Malfoy brat caught the snitch instead of Potter.

"He should have had that," Wood thought, shouldering his broom. As for Katie, she played magnificently. "Great game today," he said giving his usual pep-talk. "Practice Monday, bright and early!"

Some of his team groaned, but Wood was not dissuaded. He lingered over packing his things, waiting for his chance. She began to leave the locker room, but he made a preemptive maneuver. "Oi! Katie!" he called. "I need to have a word with you." Katie shrugged, and as the rest of the team disbanded, she approached him.

"What is it this time, Wood?" she giggled.

He moved towards her, his eyes set in a dedicated stare. Alarmed, she backed away.

"What are you..." she stammered, now backing into the locker room wall.

"Please, Katie," he whispered. "Don't talk."

She stared at him with her China blue eyes, searching his own chocolate brown ones, as though seeking a motive. She could sense his desire, she had seen it often during a Quidditch match, but never like this before.

He pushed his hands forcefully against her shoulders, but she did not resist as he had expected. Pinning her against the firm stone he moved his head towards hers. For a moment they gazed into each other's eyes. His passionate and determined, hers frightened and unprotesting.

"Wood..." she whispered one last time, as though pleading for her freedom. Yet Katie herself did not want to be free. She wanted to stay, pinned down by his desire. She wanted to love him as he loved her, yet she could not.

He moved closer to her, feeling the chills that were shooting through her body. Daringly, he nuzzled his nose against her neck and inhaled. A sweet scent met his nostrils. Lilacs in the spring and the smooth smell of chocolate.

She closed her eyes, waiting for him to make the next move, and he did. He brought one of his hands to rest on the small of her back, between them and the wall. The other he wove through her honey blond locks, feeling their softness. He planted a peck on her collar bone, still she did not resist. Moving a dainty line of kisses up her neck, he reached her cheek. She shuddered, feeling the full impact of his dominance, his strength, his masculinity. He was a powerful presence just waiting to be explored.

Following his lead, she kissed his cheek as well, trailing her pink tongue across his face to the corner of his mouth. He chuckled, then skillfully connected his lips with hers. Their mouths moved over one another with deft movements, enveloping the other, their tongues fighting for control. She ran her dainty fingers along his scalp, separating each strand of chestnut brown hair.

He put his arms around her waist, forcing her to come closer. Her body was pressed against his, again vying for control. They struggled, each trying not to be subdued by the other, but Wood quickly gained power. Katie felt herself overwhelmed by his strength. She tore her lips from his, lingered for a second, then was pulled back again. She was pressed flat against the wall, her foot popped up behind her, pushing off and forcing him to retreat a few inches.

As they kissed the world seemed to brake apart. His thin, rough lips moving over and into her delicate, pink ones slowed time. He ran his hand down her back, caressing her. She moved her hands from their position on his muscular arms up, over his broad chest and around to his neck. Two figures, locked in ecstasy, forever bonded by one kiss.

He let her go, backing away. Still gazing at her, he said, "That's all, you can go."

"Monday morning, Wood?"

"Bright and early."

She smiled, turned, and strode out the door, a renewed confidence about her. She turned back, tossed her hair, winked at him, then she was gone. Wood grinned and looked at the ground.

Oliver Wood walked a little taller that day, and would never forget how he had put the moves on the chaser. He pumped his fist once and departed for the Gryffindor common room.

"Katie Bell," he murmured. "Katie Bell..."