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Ok, to start this community off, I've got an Oliver/Lavender fic that I wrote for my good friend angelic_raye as a thank you for some fun Sim stuff.

Title: In the Cards
Author: Angylinni
Pairings: Oliver Wood/Lavender Brown
Rating: Light R, mostly for curse words and situation, no actual nudity happens.
Summary: Lavender doesn't want to accept the fact that she wants Oliver

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to have fallen for a Quidditch player; it just wasn’t in the cards. And if there was one thing Lavender trusted, it was her Tarot cards.

She’d done the reading just that morning, the King of Cups (for her future) staring up at her bold, as you please. Biting her lip, she shuffled the deck again and redealt. Six times it came up and six times she wiped it clean, redealing the hand.

Parvati had finally strolled over, bending over her shoulder, watching as she dealt once more. Her eyebrow rose and she moved around to face Lavender. “So, who is it?”

Lavender grimaced, gathering the cards together once more. “No one,” she muttered.

Parvati’s slim hand darted out, grabbing her wrist. “Wanna try that again, Lav? You forget, this is me and I’ve been watching you for the last half hour.” She nodded towards the deck again, her eyebrow arched. “Who is it?”

Lavender shook her hand free, standing up and shoving the deck into her pocket. “It’s no one,” she hissed, stalking from the room. Parvati’s laughter followed her out the door.

*~*

She wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, trying to clear her head. It just wasn’t possible! She loathed Quidditch! Morever, she loathed Oliver the Git Wood. If he wasn’t smirking at her with that entirely too kissable mouth, he was staring at her, making her imagine all the naughty things he’d like to do with her once he got her alone again.

Brynne had been trying to set them up for ages and she’d been resisting for just as long. She wasn’t sure what it had been that had made her finally say yes, but just last week she’d found herself wrapped in his arms on his couch, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

He’d pulled away, staring down into her eyes, a surge of pride rushing through him at the sight of her kiss swollen lips and glazed eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that, lass.”

She’d blinked several times. It felt like she was in some sort of trance, mesmerized by the sight of his handsome face and smooth burr. His head dipped again, seizing her lips in another passionate kiss.

She’d moaned as his hand found her breast, palming it and rolling the nipple in his fingers. Her head tipped back and his lips found her throat, sucking hard at her pulsepoint.

“I want you lass.” His voice slid around her like the smoothest satin and she shivered, her head slowly tipping up to meet his heavy lidded gaze.

Reality hit her then, in a sudden icy cold rush. Their fingers were entwined and she could see their future in painful clarity. She gasped and fought against his embrace, jerking her shirt closed as she stood. “I-I’ve got to go!” She grasped her wand and dashed from the flat, Apparating as soon as she cleared the door.

She’d been lucky not to be splinched as she landed in her flat. Dropping to the floor, she buried her face in her hands as the images from the evening burned a path across her closed eyelids. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why had she even agreed to go out with him? She’d known better! He was simply too handsome for his own good and now that she knew how well he kissed, it’d be even harder to forget about him.

So lost in thought, she didn’t see the large, male body in front of her and smacked into him hard. The apology had died on her lips as she stared up into dark brown eyes that turned hard as they bored into hers.

“Oliver!” she gasped, stepping back so quickly that her ankle turned. He caught her before she could fall, dragging her against him. She flushed and stammered an apology.

He released her, shaking his head. “Do I disgust you that much that you have to nearly kill yourself to get away from me?” The hurt tone in his voice was her undoing.

Lavender sighed, her hand coming out to rest lightly on his arm. “You don’t disgust me, Oliver,” she said, biting her lip. “I-” She turned away, unwilling to hurt him any more than she already had.

His fingers closed around her arm gently. “Lavender, what is it then? I thought for sure you hated me after the other night. Merlin, I acted like such an arse, trying to seduce you the second you agreed to go out with me.”

Her head turned and she met his gaze, a sad smile on her face. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do, Oliver.”

His smile turned hopeful. “So, you didn’t run out of there because I couldn’t help myself?” he asked, half in jest.

A reluctant grin tugged at her lips. “Oliver, you have no idea how hard it was for me to leave, it’s just…Goddess this is hard to explain!” she finished, nearly stamping her foot in frustration.

He looked confused. “I don’t understand, lass? Is there someone else?”

She shook her head. “No, there’s no one else, there hasn’t been anyone for a good long while.” Circe, she should NOT have said that!

He chuckled, his hand sliding along her cheek gently. “Then why did you leave? If you’d wanted to stop, all you had to do was say so. I’m not that much of an arse that I’m going to force you into something you don’t want to do.”

She shook her head. “No, I know that! Look, I loathe Quidditch and you…well, you don’t. I don’t want to be just one of those ridiculous groupie girls that you shag and then toss away. I want a relationship, not just sex.”

He stared down at her and started to laugh. She frowned and jerked her arm free of his grasp. “Well, that’s really nice,” she spat.

He grabbed her before she could walk away from him and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s go someplace a little less public to have this conversation, okay?” He murmured the Apparition spell before she could react and they landed in the foyer of his flat.

She pushed him away roughly, glaring. “How dare you!” she hissed, digging in her pocket for her wand.

He grabbed her hands, “Lass, listen to me, please?” his voice soothing. “Lavender, please!” he begged her as she fought his hold furiously. Finally in desperation, his mouth settled over hers, his arms banding tightly around her.

She fought, her hands pushing on his shoulders as his mouth moved gently over hers. His tongue traced lightly over the seam of her lips and with a moan, she granted him access, the hands that had been pushing him away, curling into his shirt and pulling him closer.

It was insane, this attraction she felt towards him. Her body hummed with pleasure as the kiss deepened. His hands slid to her arse, pulling her flush against his aroused body. She moaned again, her hips rocking gently against his.

He broke the heady kiss, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. “Merlin, what you do to me!” he said, breathing hard.

Shame washed over her and she struggled once more. “Lavender, stop! I swear lass; you’ll like what I have to say if you’ll only just listen!” Daft woman! Didn’t she understand that he wanted the same things? He’d never felt like this with anyone else and everything finally made sense, why he’d been waiting so long, why he’d been pestering Brynne, nearly destroying their friendship in an effort to get closer to Lavender.

She quieted and stared up at him, tears welling in her eyes. She blinked rapidly, cursing their appearance. He sighed, his large hand coming up to gently cup her cheek. “I don’t want just a shag either. Hell, if I’dve wanted just that, don’t you think there are plenty of those groupies around for me to use? I want you, lass. I have for a long time. And when I say want, I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although there is that,” he said, grinning wickedly. “I mean, I want you in my life.”

“But, you don’t even know me,” she said, shaking her head, trying to dislodge the image of her earlier readings from her mind.

“Give me the chance. I already know that we have more chemistry together than anyone I’ve ever known and if we can’t build from that, no one can,” he said, an earnest expression on his face. “I do want you, very much, but I’m willing to wait until we’ve figured out if things can work between us.”

She could feel his arousal pressing into her and she laughed, despite the situation. Her eyes rose to meet his and she smiled, threading her fingers with his. “How about this: we go in the bedroom and ease this raging lust between us and then try to figure out if we can make a go of things, hmm?”

He grinned wickedly. “I think I like your suggestion much better,” he said, leading her towards the bedroom.