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you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 16, 2024 19:57:24 GMT -8
Once Olivia accepted the risks and dove into her relationship with Sawyer, her heart had never felt quite so full. Every evening she would fall into his arms and spend the night wrapped up in him, laughter reverberating off the bedroom walls until the sounds turned into something more. She felt at peace around him, falling deeper and deeper into this with each passing day. Part of her was scared at how intense her feelings were for him, wondering how she felt this way after so short of a time, but it felt so good to be with him and she didn't want to stop riding this high. They can figure out whatever obstacle comes up.
It was different working with him, being around their teammates, pretending like they weren't seeing each other. Frankly, it was more difficult than it had any right being. Her eyes kept getting pulled to him throughout their practices, their chemistry on the pitch more electric than ever, Jack being forced to put in the extra work to keep up. She wasn't sure if the team suspected anything or not, but no one said anything to them. Walking away from him when they were done, resisting the urge to look back at him, was harder each day. Only the promise of seeing him when they got home gave her the willpower to keep pretending.
The League was sponsoring a charity gala thrown by some political figure in the Ministry. Olivia wasn't even sure what they were raising money for, but the teams were all invited. Mason made it clear he expected the team to be there and Liv wasn't going to miss an opportunity to dress herself up. The only downside is that she couldn't be with Sawyer the way she wanted to, at least not until they both left and went home. Liv got herself ready and Apparated to the venue. The gala was thrown on the rooftop bar of some fancy London hotel. The roof was alight with fairy lights, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the party. Her dark eyes searched for and found Sawyer with ease, a warm smile tugging at her lips as she started to make her way over, picking up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Hey," she said to him when she got near. Liv looked him over, taking in his devilishly handsome appearance, feeling a damp heat course through her as she easily imagined what he looked like underneath all that fabric. "You look good." She wished so desperately that she could pull him close, place her lips on his, feel his touch all night. Mason pulled her out of her reverie, greeting her when he turned to see her. The rest of the team circled around them and started chatting, Liv falling silent as she inched closer to Sawyer. She reached a hand out to quickly grasp his hand before she brought it to her stomach, savoring the tingles that ran through it. The team appeared to lose interest in them, so caught up in their conversation that no one noticed when she turned her attention back to Sawyer. "At least there's champagne," she said casually, like they were just two teammates having a conversation. She raised the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip. "And it's decent."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 17, 2024 17:34:32 GMT -8
When Sawyer woke up in the morning, he used to look forward to Quidditch and pushing his body to the limit. Now, he looked forward to after practice, pushing his body to the limits with Liv, tangling with each other in the sheets until the early hours of the next morning, until they had to wake for practice. Her coming back to him, saying that they would face whatever consequences together, was the best thing. Sawyer felt giddy and calm when he saw her, always wanting to sweep her into him. It was unfortunate when he couldn't, especially in public when he wanted to claim her as his. That was the main complaint that was on the Chaser's mind as he was exiting the taxi. Most of the Players from the League were going to be there, most of the males, and they were going to be hitting on his girlfriend. It would be impossible not to hit on her, but Sawyer would hate to see it each and every time. He would have to bite his tongue and swallow the bitterness each time and would see someone come up to her. Sawyer entered the club and didn't see her as he made the first round, saying his necessary greetings. Sawyer grabbed his beer and stood in a corner when he finally saw her. His heart leapt into his throat. His stomach erupted into chaotic butterflies. "Hello," he greeted back. "Not as good as -" he said before he was interrupted by Jack. As conversation flowed around them, her hand grabbed his, electrical currents flowing up his extremity. Finally, everyone seemed to lose interest in them. "At least they have beer, and it tastes great," he said, his eyes clearly looking over her figure in her black dress. outfit
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 17, 2024 18:06:53 GMT -8
Her body was aching to get closer, to wrap herself up in his arms and feel his lips on her skin. They didn't spend that much time in public like this and it was more difficult than she expected to stand beside him and not fall into his embrace. She wished that the event would be over soon so she could spend the evening how she wanted to. He was holding his beer in his hand as his eyes roamed over her figure, bringing a rosy blush to her cheeks. Heat swirled in her belly, feeling his eyes undressing her made her want him so badly she could hardly take it, taking in a sharp breath as the air was sucked out of her lungs. Curse the effect he had on her, always working her up with just a glance. "They really went all out for this," she commented once she pulled herself together, flashing him a small smirk before raising her glass of champagne to her lips, taking a slow sip. "Do you know what they're raising money for? I didn't really pay attention."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 18, 2024 17:19:49 GMT -8
The rosy tinge on her cheeks made his pelvis swirl with a damp heat, wishing that the event was already over. Well, they had made an appearance. Perhaps they could leave already. They would have to leave at different times, obviously going to back to their separate homes, but that was what the floo network was for. That definitely could work. Sawyer didn't care what this event was for. It wasn't good enough if he didn't remember. "There is only one thing I'm paying attention to," he replied, his eyes clearly on her. Out of everyone and everything, he was only going to notice Olivia.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 18, 2024 17:31:16 GMT -8
Her breath hitched in her chest at the look in his eye as he stared at her, making it almost impossible to resist pulling him close. Warmth shuddered up her spine and she leveled her gaze on him, unaware she was leaning in toward him. "You're not making this easy," she murmured, pouting a little. They were surrounded by other Quidditch players, their team, executives and managers and he was staring at her like he wanted to undress her and kiss every inch of her body. And she wanted him to do it.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 18, 2024 17:58:48 GMT -8
She claimed that he wasn't making it easy, and Sawyer didn't want to. Being with her and not being able to claim her as his in public was torture. He wanted to pull her to him, wrap an arm around her and tell the world that he was enamored with her, that she was his. He wanted nothing more than to mess up her red lips and have them stain his white shirt. "Nothing about this is easy, Liv," he told her before downing the rest of his beer. "You want another drink," he asked her, noticing that her glass was almost empty. Sawyer, regretfully, left her to go to the bar to get more drinks for them. While he was there, Marla, the witch/reporter from the Club Brielle approached him. "Hey, you disappeared the other night," she greeted him with a way more than welcoming smiling. Her hand reaching out, touching his forearm. "I was wondering what you were doing after this," she asked. Sawyer moved his arm out of her reach, ordering his and Liv's drinks. "Uh," he stammered, which wasn't normal for him. He couldn't say that he was going to his girlfriend's house. Before he could answer, Liv came up to the bar. Relief coursed through his body, but then he saw the look on her face. Her eyes were slits, sharp enough to cut skin and directed at Marla.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 18, 2024 22:33:33 GMT -8
Her dark eyes, brightened by his mere presence, searched his blue irises as he told her nothing about this was easy. She heartily agreed. Nothing was harder than standing beside the man you adored unable to do anything about it. Her hands were itching to glide over his muscular body, feel his quickening heartbeat under her touch, and her body yearned to press itself against him. Sawyer downed his beer, asking if she wanted another. Liv's gaze tore away from his eyes to glance down at her nearly empty glass of champagne. Following his lead, she downed the rest of it and nodded, handing him the empty glass. Her heart ached longingly as he walked away from her, her eyes following him as he approached the bar. The rest of the team had broken off and some had wandered off, leaving Olivia by herself.
She didn't look away from Sawyer for long, seeing that blonde from the night at the club go up to him. Fire ignited in her chest, spreading and burning while her insides twisted with jealousy. The flames flared when she saw the blonde's hand on his arm and her feet started carrying her to the bar. Her fingers twitched for her wand, wanting to decorate the witch's face with boils, but she resisted the urge to assault her. Her eyes were narrowed to slits as she glared at that bitch, noting as their drinks were slid over the bar to Sawyer. Olivia leaned past the girl to grab her champagne, catching her eye at the movement, and she raised the glass to her lips as she continued to stare daggers into the blonde. "Honey, don't take this the wrong way, but you reek of desperation," she said with false sympathy, reaching out to brush some blonde locks from her face. Her actions appeared friendly, but her face said it all. Her dark eyes were glinting dangerously at her as her lips pulled into a sickly sweet smile. "It's kind of embarrassing, honestly, throwing yourself at men who clearly don't want anything to do with you. Maybe you can go try one of the guys from the Bats, I heard that they would hook up with anything with a pretty face." Liv patted the witches shoulder, her eyes lifting to meet Sawyer's.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 19, 2024 9:06:39 GMT -8
The drinks were placed on the bar. Marla's face lit up, obviously thinking that he had ordered the champagne for her. She began reaching for it when Liv swooped in, taking her rightful glass and bringing it up to her beautiful and delicious lips that were saying words honey dripped words laced with poison. Her manicured fingers brushed aside Marla's obviously dyed hair, adding salt to the wound. Sawyer didn't know what to do. Damp, delightful heat was swirling deep in his stomach violently at her jealousy, but his heartrate was beating rapidly, terrified that Marla might suspect that something was going on between the two of them.
Liv's whiskey eyes met his raging ocean eyes. He left his beer untouched on the bar, giving an fake unapologetic look at Marla as he finally wrapped his arm around Liv and led her away from the bar and crowd. The entrance was packed, so it was impossible to get out that way quickly before things escalated between the reporter and Olivia. He guided her to the emergency escape stairwell, opening the door for her, allowing the door to close after him. Sawyer pushed her against the banister, his hands grabbing her hips, digging his fingers into the fabric. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he said, looking intently into her dark eyes before crashing his lips against hers.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 19, 2024 9:32:21 GMT -8
An overwhelming sense of satisfaction washed over her at the look on the witch's face, stoking the fire that was burning within her, her heart beating rapidly against her ribs. Her eyes met Sawyer's and there was a searing warmth that blossomed deep inside her, wanting so desperately to push him against the bar and have her way with him, the animalistic need to claim him as hers. Olivia didn't get to see how the witch reacted to her as Sawyer's arm wrapped around her and he started leading her away from the bar. Her body was vibrating with anticipation, hoping he was leading her far away from everyone else. They made it to the emergency exit stairwell. Sawyer opened the door and Olivia stepped through it, turning immediately to face him.
Next thing she knew, he was pushing her backwards until her lower back was pressed against the railing, his fingers digging into her hips, bunching up the silk fabric of her dress. Violent tingles ran up and down her body, pooling in her pelvis as he told her how that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her hands slid up to the back of his head as his lips crashed into hers. Olivia kissed him hard. She kissed him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded to this earth, her fingers curling into his hair. Liv had been dying to feel his lips on her since they parted in the early hours that morning, the need to feel their softness against her skin building throughout the day until it had completely taken over. "Can we go now?" she asked through the kiss, her tongue sweeping along his bottom lip. She needed him desperately and she didn't want to wait any longer.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 19, 2024 18:29:08 GMT -8
She eagerly kissed him back, just liked he expected she would. When they were together, alone, it was hard to keep their hands off of each other. In public, it was physically hard to keep his hands off of her, but they knew the risks when they agreed to the relationship. They knew that they would have to keep it a secret, only the two of them knowing for at least four years, until their contracts were up or until one of them went to a different team. As she spoke through the kiss and licking across his bottom lip, he let out a deep, needy breath. His chest heavy with desire for her. "You want to go out from up here, and I'll leave from down here," he asked, regretfully pulling away, but for a decent reason. If they both left the stairwell at the same time, maybe even several minutes apart, it would seem suspicious. Sawyer could have just said that they needed to get Liv out because she was feeling faint earlier. But if they returned together, that would put lead to more watchful eyes on them, more than just the normal gossip about them being "together" because they were both young, teammates, and hot.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 19, 2024 18:53:56 GMT -8
She hated that they had to separate, her body aching as he pulled apart from her, but they knew that they needed to keep their relationship a secret. It was getting increasingly hard to do, but Olivia wanted her career as much as she wanted him. Her eyes were fixed on his face, flickering down to his lips where her lipstick was smudged. Liv stepped forward, her hand coming up to cup his face while her thumb wiped away the red lipstick. "That's better," she said softly, her hand falling to her side as she stepped back again. "I'll see you at my place?" When they decided where they were meeting, Olivia grasped his hand and gave it a squeeze before leaving the stairwell. On her way out, she was stopped by Mason. She made the excuse that she suddenly wasn't feeling good, which he took and wished her well before letting her leave the hotel through the entrance.
As soon as she could, Olivia Apparated back home, landing in that all too familiar alley. She tried not to run back to her flat, her heels clicking against the concrete as she walked quickly down the street. Her grip on her handbag was tight, her need for Sawyer never waning. Soon, she was in the elevator riding up to the fifth floor. It dinged and she rushed to her door, unlocking and opening it before slipping through, shutting and locking it behind her.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 19, 2024 19:24:55 GMT -8
It was painfully difficult not to pull Olivia to him when she was wiping her lipstick off his lips, erasing any evidence of their relationship. Even though she said that it was 'better,' it didn't feel that way to him. Sawyer and her knew what they were getting into when they agreed to this, jumping all in, but fuck, it was more difficult than he expected, having to hide how happy she made him, how smitten he was with her. He agreed to their plan, ready to apparate from that spot back to his apartment, but they had to be seen leaving separately.
Sawyer continued down the fire escape, opening the door and readjusting his jacket. Reporters saw him exiting, already coming after him, asking him why he was leaving so soon. The charming Sawyer came out, always "on" for the camera. "There's only enough Sawyer Rhodes to go around," with a cheeky wink and hailed a taxi to take him home.
The taxi barely came to a stop before Sawyer was throwing money to the driver, telling him to keep the change and running to his door. His body was yearning for Liv. Sawyer was addicted to her, certain he was going through detox. All he thought about her was her, needing her, craving her, wanting the sweet taste of her, hearing all of her sounds. Sawyer wanted all of her. He hurriedly locked his door and went to his fireplace, grabbing the ash, saying Liv's address and suddenly appeared. He was still covered in ash when he saw her against her door. He didn't wipe off his expensive suit before pressing himself against her, taking her head in his hands, hungrily kissing her like he was starving.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 19, 2024 20:20:59 GMT -8
Instantly he was there, pressing her against the door as his lips met hers hungrily and Olivia's hands immediately slid up his chest to the back of his head, like they had done dozens of times before, her hands burying themselves in his hair as she pulled him even closer. Her body was flooded with a searing warmth, her heart soaring in her chest as her lips moved heatedly with his. Olivia was absolutely crazy about him; he drove her mad with want and desire, but also the most calming peace she had ever experienced. Should she be scared at how intense her feelings for Sawyer were? Probably. It had only been a couple weeks shy of two months, but Liv was so wrapped up in how he made her feel that she was failing to realize what these feelings meant.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Apr 19, 2024 20:47:22 GMT -8
Her hands were finally on him; their bodies connected at all possible contacts. After craving her all damn day, Sawyer finally felt like he had his first drink of water after walking through the desert, feeling the warmth of the sun after a bleak winter. Every moment away from her felt like an eternity. He wanted to be with her all of the time. He didn't care that he spent all day with her at practice. He loved falling into their beds together, unable to tell where one began and where they ended. Her touch hadn't dulled over the couple of months. In fact, it intensified. He swore that she going to electrocute him and stop his heart one of these days just by one of her touches. Sawyer broke the kiss, his forehead leaning against hers. His breathing heavy from desire. Words came out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. "I love you."
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Apr 19, 2024 21:12:34 GMT -8
Sawyer broke the kiss, his forehead pressing against hers, their ragged breathing and pounding hearts the only sound in the room those few seconds before he said the words. Olivia lifted her head to stare intently into his eyes. It was like the missing puzzle piece inside her mind fell into place and she suddenly knew exactly what she was feeling toward him. Her heart was thudding rapidly against her ribs, the warmth washing over her in yet another wave, and her lips parted to say, "I love you."
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