Made for It ... a bit
May. 24th, 2006 12:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gin_tonicDes, you meanie, I couldn't say you bye. Meh. So: Bye!
And I wanted to tell you that you should check your email around Thursday. And if something happens you have my number. I hope.
Anyway, here's a teaser for the next part of "Made For It"
If you haven't read the warnings before, then you haven't read the story before, which means you should go back and read it.
Episode 5
Oliver was in the 7th month of his pregnancy now and felt quite well rounded. Although walking wasn't a problem for him at this state and his feet weren't really swollen that much - Lily's were huge compared to his, even though she was in the mid of 5th month and no further - he quickly got tired these days and had to take a lot of naps. Still, he had planned to go shopping for stuff for their unborn son with Lucius, since they hadn't bought much for him yet. The plans for the baby's room were finished and they would soon start to get the guest room renovated.
That was what Oliver was doing lately, besides slowly changing into a nagging house wife.
Oliver entered the ante-room of Lucius' office. He rarely visited Lucius at work now for the simple reason that he didn't like all theses business people staring at him like they were something better. And the fact that he was already feeling huge wasn't a plus. It also didn't help that Sirius teases him about his size every time they met.
Oliver looked at the secretary's empty desk. So they were most likely having a meeting or a conference right now.
He sat down on one of the chairs in the room and stared first at the wall, then at his clock and yawned. He didn't have to wait long till the door to Lucius' office opened and a guy walked out with a green quill and a writing pad floating behind him.
"Is that everything, Mr Malfoy?" he asked and brushed his hands over his perfect white shirt. Oliver's eyes widened when he took in the guy's appearance. Honey-coloured, short hair, brown eyes and a perfectly curved mouth. The shirt was clinging to his perfect upper body and the black trousers fit snugly to his butt. Oliver swallowed heavily. So this was the secretary?
"Yes. Thank you, Charles." He blinked when he saw Lucius coming out of the office, adjusting his tie. Lucius' eyes met his and Oliver turned his head away.
"Oliver, I didn't hear you coming in." Lucius said and walked over to Oliver, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Are you ready to start our shopping spree?"
Oliver nodded and tried to get up from the chair, which proved to be quite difficult give the state he was in. Only with the help of Lucius he managed to get up. His face was flushed from the embarrassment and all he wanted now was to crawl into his bed and hide under the covers.
"I'll see you later, Charles. Could you get the papers for the Bulgarian Trade Commission ready, please?"
"Of course, Mr Malfoy." Lucius took hold of Oliver's arm and gently led him outside.
The building where the office for International Wizard Relations was located in the middle of London, not very far from the Ministry and behind the façade of a Turkish Café.
Whenever Oliver was out in the Muddle word an automatic charm prevented Muggles to see that he was pregnant, but they usually were only trespassing the Muggle World anyway. Lucius had demanded that their child got only toys, clothes and furniture produced by wizards. Not that Oliver was as fond of Muggles as Arthur Weasley was, but he thought that they has a few good inventions, like the TV Lily and James had insisted on giving them as a present when they had moved in together.
"You're so quite." Lucius remarked while he and Oliver slowly strolled through the second shop with baby clothes. Oliver picked up a small, blue romper suit, ran his hand over the terry cloth and put it in his basket, before answering with a simple "Yes." He gritted his teeth when he saw Lucius looking at his watch. He knew hat he was calculating when he had to go back to the office. Back to him.
Lucius must have noticed his dark look, because his next question was if he was okay.
"Sure." Oliver said curtly and added a big package of diapers to the basket. He told the clerk to send everything to their home when he paid and left the store.
"What is it with you?!" Lucius exclaimed frustrated. "Didn't you get enough food?"
"Fuck you."
"What did I do, Oliver? Because I don't remember doing anything."
"Oh yeah? Great for you!" Oliver tried to walk away from him, deciding that he didn't have to take this shit, but Lucius grabbed his arm and made him stop.
"What.Have.I.Done?!" he snarled and Oliver gave him a hard glare. Fine. If he wanted this he would give it to him.
"You can drop this shit, Lucius. I know. I have seen you." Lucius looked at him in confusion.
"What?"
"Him smoothing down his perfect shirt and you adjusting your tie!"
And I wanted to tell you that you should check your email around Thursday. And if something happens you have my number. I hope.
Anyway, here's a teaser for the next part of "Made For It"
If you haven't read the warnings before, then you haven't read the story before, which means you should go back and read it.
Episode 5
Oliver was in the 7th month of his pregnancy now and felt quite well rounded. Although walking wasn't a problem for him at this state and his feet weren't really swollen that much - Lily's were huge compared to his, even though she was in the mid of 5th month and no further - he quickly got tired these days and had to take a lot of naps. Still, he had planned to go shopping for stuff for their unborn son with Lucius, since they hadn't bought much for him yet. The plans for the baby's room were finished and they would soon start to get the guest room renovated.
That was what Oliver was doing lately, besides slowly changing into a nagging house wife.
Oliver entered the ante-room of Lucius' office. He rarely visited Lucius at work now for the simple reason that he didn't like all theses business people staring at him like they were something better. And the fact that he was already feeling huge wasn't a plus. It also didn't help that Sirius teases him about his size every time they met.
Oliver looked at the secretary's empty desk. So they were most likely having a meeting or a conference right now.
He sat down on one of the chairs in the room and stared first at the wall, then at his clock and yawned. He didn't have to wait long till the door to Lucius' office opened and a guy walked out with a green quill and a writing pad floating behind him.
"Is that everything, Mr Malfoy?" he asked and brushed his hands over his perfect white shirt. Oliver's eyes widened when he took in the guy's appearance. Honey-coloured, short hair, brown eyes and a perfectly curved mouth. The shirt was clinging to his perfect upper body and the black trousers fit snugly to his butt. Oliver swallowed heavily. So this was the secretary?
"Yes. Thank you, Charles." He blinked when he saw Lucius coming out of the office, adjusting his tie. Lucius' eyes met his and Oliver turned his head away.
"Oliver, I didn't hear you coming in." Lucius said and walked over to Oliver, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Are you ready to start our shopping spree?"
Oliver nodded and tried to get up from the chair, which proved to be quite difficult give the state he was in. Only with the help of Lucius he managed to get up. His face was flushed from the embarrassment and all he wanted now was to crawl into his bed and hide under the covers.
"I'll see you later, Charles. Could you get the papers for the Bulgarian Trade Commission ready, please?"
"Of course, Mr Malfoy." Lucius took hold of Oliver's arm and gently led him outside.
The building where the office for International Wizard Relations was located in the middle of London, not very far from the Ministry and behind the façade of a Turkish Café.
Whenever Oliver was out in the Muddle word an automatic charm prevented Muggles to see that he was pregnant, but they usually were only trespassing the Muggle World anyway. Lucius had demanded that their child got only toys, clothes and furniture produced by wizards. Not that Oliver was as fond of Muggles as Arthur Weasley was, but he thought that they has a few good inventions, like the TV Lily and James had insisted on giving them as a present when they had moved in together.
"You're so quite." Lucius remarked while he and Oliver slowly strolled through the second shop with baby clothes. Oliver picked up a small, blue romper suit, ran his hand over the terry cloth and put it in his basket, before answering with a simple "Yes." He gritted his teeth when he saw Lucius looking at his watch. He knew hat he was calculating when he had to go back to the office. Back to him.
Lucius must have noticed his dark look, because his next question was if he was okay.
"Sure." Oliver said curtly and added a big package of diapers to the basket. He told the clerk to send everything to their home when he paid and left the store.
"What is it with you?!" Lucius exclaimed frustrated. "Didn't you get enough food?"
"Fuck you."
"What did I do, Oliver? Because I don't remember doing anything."
"Oh yeah? Great for you!" Oliver tried to walk away from him, deciding that he didn't have to take this shit, but Lucius grabbed his arm and made him stop.
"What.Have.I.Done?!" he snarled and Oliver gave him a hard glare. Fine. If he wanted this he would give it to him.
"You can drop this shit, Lucius. I know. I have seen you." Lucius looked at him in confusion.
"What?"
"Him smoothing down his perfect shirt and you adjusting your tie!"
