Loverboy

if I'm going to, I want it to be with you

The sun had long since slipped away, and as the night went deeper on, more people began to trickle out of the party until only the Marauders and Pierre remained. Mr and Mrs Potter had retreated to their bedroom already, and Lily, much to her own dismay, had been picked up by her own older sister.

James and Sirius were play-wrestling on the carpet, while Remus and Peter watched. Ollie and Pierre watched as well, but they were more absorbed in their own little world to keep up with what the boys were doing.

"My mother won't notice if I don't come home until morning," Pierre whispered. "She's up north for her friend's party."

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" Ollie whispered back. "Mrs Potter said she was okay with it."

"I was about to ask," Pierre replied, grinning.

The pair were sitting on the couch, with Pierre's arm over Ollie's shoulder, and her head leaning against his chest. They really were the perfect image of a couple.

"It's awfully late," Remus said suddenly. "I'm going to bed. Come on guys."

James and Sirius finally let up their tussling. "Fine, Mum," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. Still, he clamored to his feet, pulling James up with him. "Let's go."

Ollie and Pierre waved goodbye to their friends as they left the room. Finally, they were truly alone. Moments like this were few and far between for the pair, so any second they weren't surrounded they treasured.

"Thanks for inviting me to your party," Pierre said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Ollie's ear. "I had a good time."

Ollie leaned in closer to Pierre. "Thanks for coming," she said, gently taking his face in her hands. "It was a lot of fun."

Pierre wrapped his arms around Ollie's waist, pulling her in even closer. "Because you're a lot of fun," he said through his smile. Then, he pressed his lips softly against Ollie's, and she melted into it.

She pulled away slowly. "You're biased," she teased.

Pierre kissed Ollie again, and she could feel him smiling against her lips. They were sweet, gentle kisses, but Pierre's hands began to shift, gripping Ollie's hips, pulling her body even closer to his. Ollie, of course, was being just as handsy. Her hands trailed down his chest as his breath grew heavy. Soon, they were no longer kissing each other softly. Soon, it became a battle against their own bodies to fight the urge to take the other right then and there.

After a few minutes of their ravenous snogging, Pierre pulled his mouth away from Ollie's suddenly. "We shouldn't do this here," he said quietly.

"Lets go to my room," Ollie suggested. "C'mon."

Pierre got off the couch, scooping up Ollie like a bride. He carried her up the stairs and to the room she'd been staying in at the Potters'.

Once they were in Ollie's room, Pierre set her gently on the bed, sitting down beside her. There, they started their kissing again, slow and sweet, before quickly turning messy and hot. There was almost a hunger in the way their hands gripped the other's body.

Her hands, in their roaming, found his shirt buttons and began to undo them shakily. Ollie couldn't tell if her hands were unsteady because she was nervous, or if it was just because she couldn't catch her breath. Still, as she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, Pierre's fingers slowly unzipped her dress.

Ollie finally had undone all the buttons on Pierre's shirt, and she slid it off of his shoulders, leaving his bare chest so close to her body. Then, Pierre carefully pulled the sleeves of Ollie's dress down. 

He pulled away again. "Are you sure you want to do this, Olivia?" he asked. "I don't want to do it if you don't."

"I'm sure," Ollie said, her voice unsteady. "I've never done this before, though."

"Neither have I," Pierre said. "But if I'm going to, I want it to be with you."

"I'm a little nervous, I'm sorry," she said. "But I want this. Really."

Pierre leaned in and kissed Ollie again. He slowly pulled her dress off of her, helping her cast it aside on the ground. His lips began to trail slowly down, from her lips to her jaw down her neck, and gently along her collarbone.

Ollie's breath hitched slightly. Her hands slowly began to undo Pierre's pants, and soon they were both in just their undergarments. Any more of this, and they would be past the point of no return. Pierre looked at Ollie one more time to check she wanted it, and when she gave him a nod, his fingers began to carefully unfasten her bra.

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big things happening in the ollie and pierre community... uhhh i was gonna write it out past this point but i lowkey don't know how to write that without feeling stupid and also sort of perverse and voyeuristic so um. we all know where theyre going right guys. uh but i promise its relevant to the plot this is a big character moment trust. xoxo see ya next chapter guys!

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