Ducking From Puddlemere Fans

[Oliver Wood]

**All day Oliver has been ducking in and out of random shops to loose the gaggle of giggling girls, and star struck wizards begging for his autograph, or advice on how to improve their Quidditch game. Growing weary of it all he pulls up the hood of his dark cloak low over his eyes, and prays that no one will spot him as he exits yet another safe haven.**

**Hangs his head, eyes on his feet, and slips in and out of long shadows trying to manage his escape.**

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia licked her lips, watching the young Quidditch player as he tried to make his escaped. She'd seen him at a few places; parties, socials and the like and he couldn't help but catch her eye. Pushing herself away from the wall where she'd been leaning, she made her way along the road after him, placing the lolly she'd been sucking back in her mouth. Despite her high heels, she caught up with him before he reached the end of the road. Putting on a squeeky high pitched voice, she took the lolly from her mouth, holding it seductively at her lips. "Ooo, Oliver. Can I have your autograph?" A smirk playing across her lips, she stood waiting for him to turn around, flattening out the front pannel of her tight navy blue dress.

[Oliver Wood]

**Oliver stops dead in his tracks, shuddering at the sound of yet another little school witch wanting his autograph. He groans inwardly, puts on his most friendly smile, and turns around. His eye level is low due to his assumptions that a young witch is standing there, but instead they fall on the shapely legs of someone much older than Hogwart's age. Slowly, and appreciatively his eyes raise up over the form of the witch standing in front of him. A lopsided grin falls over his face as his eyes land on hers.**

"Y-yeah, o' course."

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia couldn't keep the smirk from her lips as she watched his eyes travel up her body. She gave the lolly a suggestive suck as she walked forward towards him. Placing a finger on his chest, she began to circle him, admiring the way his muscles rippled beneath his clothes. She took a deep breath before carrying on. "You don't recognise me, do you?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "My name's Tallia Gauthier. I'm the Editor of Witch Weekly." She stopped when she'd made a complete rotation around him, her lips very close to his. "And you're Oliver Wood, the Quidditch star." She licked her lips before pulling away from him. "Perhaps you can give me your autograph later. I'll show you where." She gave him a little wink before popping the lolly back in her mouth.

[Oliver Wood]

**Oliver licks his lips as he watches the way she sucks on the lolly in her mouth, his own beginning to water. His eyes follow her as she walks around him, ogling her as she does so, a goofy grin on his lips. He shakes his head when asked if he recognizes her, and nods when she says who he is, she's so hot she's rendered him completely speechless. Somehow he manages to squeak out.**

"Can't wait to sign."

**He thinks to himself of how he wishes he could be that lolly.*

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia crossed her legs, her silhouette elongated by her enormous skyscraper heels. "Thank you," she replied, seeing the lust sparkling in his eyes. She did enjoy the power she weilded over the average red blooded man. "So, Mr Wood. You've been caught in the act." She giggled, running the lolly over her lower lip. "Running away from fans? What would your manager say?" She raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing across her lips.

[Oliver Wood]

**He's thrown off by her question, and left blinking for a moment trying to think of something, anything to reply with.**

"Are you going to publish this?"

**He knows that most journalists will publish anything and everything you say to them, so he'd better play it safe.**

"I wasn't running, just - just in a hurry some place is all. I stopped when you asked for my autograph didn't I?"

**Grins cheekily.**

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia laughed, placing a hand lightly on her curvatious hip, tilting her head to one side. "Hmm, I'm sure I could come up with a very interesting story about you," she licked her lips, smiling seductively. "But I won't. Not this time." She giggled, biting her lip as she walked closer to him again. "So where were you going?" she asked in a whisper, her lips very close to his ear as she pressed a hip against him in a very sensitive place. No matter what else Tallia was or wasn't, she really could wind men around her little finger. Still very close to him, she ran her tongue over her lolly again, a wicked twinkle in her eye.

[Oliver Wood]

*He's sure she could come up with an interesting story, and pictures too if she keeps this up much longer.*

*He hesitates on answering her question for several reasons, the main one being he's having a hard time forming any rational thoughts while his eyes are roaming freely all over her form, and face.*

Erm... I was heading.... heading to Diagon Alley.

*His blood pounds in his ears as she touches him, and sucks on that lolly.*

But now I'm thinking better of it.

*Grins widely. Even though he has witches throwing themselves at him almost on a daily basis, none are this hot, and tempting. He takes a deep breath to try to compose himself, telling himself she's just another fan. But it doesn't hurt to get to know your fans a little better, does it?*

Thirsty?

[Tallia Gauthier]

"Gasping," Tallia replied in that same husky whisper, her lips lusciously forming the word. "Why? Are you offering to buy me a drink?" She smiled charmingly, her hip still pressed tantalisingly against him. "I hear the Three Broomsticks has a number of rather nice private rooms for hire." She let her eyes linger on him for a moment before looking back over her shoudler towards the pub. She had a feeling she already had him biting at the end of her line, but there was no reason she shouldn't make absolutely sure. Still looking away from him, she ran a finger down his chest, letting it trail off as it reached the area where her hip was pressing. Using her long dark eyelashes to her best advantage, she glanced back at him and winked. "Private rooms," she repeated.

[Oliver Wood]

A drink, a broom, a house, anything.

**Crosses his mind as she continues to press her hip against him. Merlin, this witch really knows how to bait a guy, and Oliver is definitely biting.**

"Private rooms?"

*He asked, thinking as he watched her finger trailing down his chest.**

Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

**Slips an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer (if that's even possible), his lips graze hers softly.**

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia let him pull her closer, knowing her lips must taste sweet from the lolly which now hung reduntantly, loosely clasped in her fingers by her side. A smile played across her lips as she pulled away from him slightly, her eyes roaming over his face. Even with her heels on, she was a little bit shorter than him, which suited her fine. She winked at him before beginning to lead him down the road towards the pub. "I remember you from Hogwarts," she said, glancing up at him from beneath her long eyelashes.

[Oliver Wood]

**Oliver follows Tallia like a little puppy dog, his eyes darting all over her. His thought travel to not so clean places as he catches her glancing up at him. For the first time in Oliver's life he wished he wasn't so deeply involved with Quidditch while he was in school. To think of all the things he missed, oh well, she still remembers him, and doesn't seem to care that she had to wait so long for him to notice her.**

I was - er - a bit involved back then, Quidditch was, and still is my life.

**He replies in an apologetic tone, he really does regret not spending more time with friends, and chasing girls.**

Hopefully now I'll have some time to make up for it.

*Glances to her, grinning

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia smirked slightly, popping the last of her lolly into her mouth and sucking the stick clean. Involved? The boy had done nothing but fly... Still, he was a celebrity now because of it, and that, in Tallia's opinion, made him all the more desirable. "Of course," she replied, glancing back at him, and slowing down so they were next to each other. "We have all night for starters." She winked, slipping her arm through his as she spoke. Reaching into her pocket, she vanished the spent lolly stick before tucking her wand safely into the waistband of her overly tight fitting dress.

[Oliver Wood]

**Oliver's eyes fill with lust as he watches her suck the stick clean. He's still cursing himself inwardly for spending so much time in the air instead of seeking out witches like this one.**

That should be more than enough time to catch up on who's who, and what's what.

**Oliver threads her arm through his as she walks next to him, glancing every so often at her tight dress on her fit body, or a peek at her gorgeous face.**

"What lead you to become Editor for Witch Weekly?"