Bad News
"I'll kill him!" Oliver enters the room to the sound of your shouting. With a groan of aggravation, you sweep a month's worth of paperwork off the desk to the floor to land at his feet.
He arches an eyebrow. "Bad news?" You look up and find him smiling slightly.
You are not amused. "Just don't."
You attempt to brush past him. Instead, he grabs your arms with just enough force to keep you from walking away and turns you to look into his eyes. "Come on now, talk to me. What happened? Who are you going to kill? And do I get to help?"
You fight against the smile that is trying to break free. You're mad and you intend to stay that way. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You'd rather just storm around here and break things?"
"Actually, yes!"
"May I remind you that it's my house you're planning to destroy."
"Fine! I'll just go home!"
"Right." He hoists your arms up over your head and slings you over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" you say with no small amount of alarm.
"You refuse to cool off so I intend to force you." At that moment, he opens the door to his back yard. From what little you can see by twisting around in your position, he is headed toward the swimming pool.
"Oliver it's winter!"
"Imagine that."
"You can't possibly be serious!" He stops at the edge of the pool.
"Oh aren't I?" Without further ado, he flips you over and you land with a loud splash in the freezing cold water.
At first, your mouth opens to gasp at the coldness and you accidentally swallow some of the water. While you are splashing around frantically, you are suddenly taken with an idea. You cease all your flailing and simply allow yourself to sink below the surface, as deep as you can.
Oliver's eyes widen. "Bloody Hell!" He begins whipping off his shoes. He is certain that the coldness of the water has put you into shock and you are now drowning thanks to him. As soon as his shoes are off, he dives elegantly into the water to rescue you. When he gets fairly close, you push off the bottom of the pool and swim away.
You break the surface near the side and hoist yourself over and out. Your teeth are chattering as the cool morning air catches your wet skin but there is no way you are going to miss your earned gloat when Oliver comes up.
He comes up sputtering and coughing, swimming for your direction. "Are you insane?! I thought I'd killed you!"
"Am I insane?? You could have killed me!"
"Not then, but most assuredly now!" As he launches himself over the side, your legs get the message before your brain registers it and you break into a run towards the house. As you get to the back door, you tug on it repeatedly only to find it locked. As you move to run around and try the front, you run right into Oliver and scream. He grabs you roughly and pushes you against the door.
Your lower lip trembles in a mixture of coldness and anticipation as you look into the flashing green eyes before you. Before you have time to question, he takes your mouth in a savage kiss that sends a comforting heat shooting straight down the length of your body.
"Caught you," he whispers in your ear.
"Caught me, now what are you going to do to me?" His wet hair has begun to curl around his face and you notice his shivering matching yours.
"First I'm going to take you inside so we can get these wet clothes off, then... we'll see."
His wicked smile makes your trembling even worse. That's when you remember. "Door's locked."
"Is it? Well I have my keys." He pats down his pockets. "Correction, I had my keys."
"Lock picks?" you venture.
"Not on me." He takes you by the hand and pulls you back toward the patio. "Help me find the keys Love."
The wind has picked up, making you even colder than before which you didn't think possible. At the edge of the pool you spy a dark shape on the bottom. "Oliver, I think I found the keys."
He joins you, his gaze following yours. "Oh terrific."
Your arms are wrapped around yourself in a futile effort to keep warm. Your shaking is very visible now. Oliver notices this and puts his arms around you.
The bleak gray clouds above that have been threatening rain all day, now deliver on that threat. The skies open up on the two of you in a hard cold rain. You startle at a particularly loud crack of thunder and nearly topple into the water once more. Oliver catches you at the last second.
When he brushes the wet hair from your face, he notes with concern that your lips have turned a pale blue. He walks you back to the door. There is not much overhang from the roof so he encourages you to hug close to the door. After a light kiss on the cheek, he leaves your side for the patio once again. Soon you hear a splash. Moments later, an even wetter Oliver approaches, dangling keys in his left hand.
He inserts them into the lock and the door pops open. Much like the way you exited it, Oliver scoops you into his arms and carries you into the house. He doesn't put you down again until you're in the bathroom. There he sits you on the bathroom counter and pulls the warm water tap on the tub.
He leaves you for a minute to close and lock the door and turn up the heat. When he returns, he is naked and holding a large plastic bag full of his wet clothes. He sets the bag on the bathroom floor and reaches for the buttons on the front of your blouse. Oliver makes quickwork of the rest of your clothes and places them with his own in the bag.
He lifts you from the counter and stands you in the warmth of the tub. With one arm supporting you around the waist, he turns off the tap and climbs in behind you. He sits and settles you between his legs, leaning you back against his chest and scooping handfuls of warm water over the both of you.
He kisses your forehead. "Better?" You nod. "Now, who was it you were going to kill and why?"
"Rick. You know that database we retrieved in Calais?"
"The one I was almost shot over? Yes, I dimly recall."
"Phbt, all gone. He crashed it."
"What do you mean he crashed it?"
"And there was no back up copy. It's all gone."
"I'll kill him!" He moves to stand and you push against him, stopping him.
"Oh no you don't. I'm not going out in that pool again. Stay with me now. We'll plot murder later."
As your hand drifts down his chest and below the water line, he smirks. "Promise do you?"
You tilt your head up to smile at him. Before you can answer, he kisses you slowly.
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