Title: Improvisations Ch. 1
Author: themightyflynn
Character(s): Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint
Pairing(s): Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint
Rating: PG for the time being.
Warning(s): Implied blow job.
Challenge(s): mixandmatch100 prompt 30: Madame Puddifoot's
Word count: 200
Author's notes: New chaptered fic. Because I need to write, damn it! XD
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The sickly-sweet scent of sugary cookies filled Marcus’ senses as he passed Madame Puddifoot’s. His pulse kicked up a few notches and his hands clenched by his sides, but he continued on. Turning the corner as soon as he passed the pink-coloured café, he let out a breath.

“Took your time.”

Wood leant against the wooden slats of Madame Puddifoot’s, his arms crossed casually over his chest. Marcus grinned, despite the sweet scent still invading his senses.

“Did you want half the Quidditch team following me?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Wood mused. “Will having an audience make you perform better?”

“‘Better’?” Marcus advanced on Wood, making sure to keep eye contact. “How much better do you want?”

Something flashed through Wood’s eyes. Hot and needy, it sent a jolt through Marcus’ chest.

This thing they had had started mid-way through Marcus’ re-done seventh year. He hadn’t expected it; had even wanted it at first. He’d resisted Wood with everything he had. But there had been nothing for it. Flicking his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, Marcus slammed a hand against the wooden slat wall of the café, trapping Wood in front of him.

Wordlessly, he fell to his knees.