She chuckled, eyes drifting closed for a moment. "The Black Knight gets me every time. 'Come back here, I'll bite your legs off!' And that damned rabbit. I must have seen it fifty times and it never loses anything." Her eyes flew open eagerly. "And the French guards? My cousins and I would re-enact that all the time, dodgy accents and all." There's a wickedly gorgeous man in your flat. Stop babbling, girl. She grinned at him again, hoping to encourage Oliver to discuss his favourite parts of the film.

Oliver's laughter filled the room as he thought back to the Black Knight.  He nodded enthusiastically, fingers idly tangling in her hair while he spoke.  "Aye, tha' an' the Castle Anthrax.  Tha' was amazin'.  Why th' real world isn' jus' like tha' I'll never know."  He sank down into the couch a bit, rolling his free shoulder to adjust his t-shirt's drape on his neck.  "An' the Knights Who Say 'Ni'!  They were brillian'!"  Lazily rolling his head to rest flush against the couch, Oliver cast bright, excited eyes on Mandy.  "I really enjoyed it."

It seems that, for once, I've done something right. "The real world isn't like Castle Anthrax because eight score blondes and brunettes couldn't live together without killing each other. Or have hair-pulling catfights, at the very lest." She rolled her eyes. "And no one would ever let a blonde be the boss either. It was a good thing Galahad left though. I don't know that he really had the stamina for all that ... peril." Her eyes danced as she unconsciously leaned closer into his warm, muscled bulk. "The Knights Who Say 'Ni' used to terrify me. They're so tall! I knew there was a good reason I didn't like herring," she added seriously.

A wide, lopsided smirk stole across Oliver's lips.  "I mean' th' spankin' par'," he responded, nudging her gently with his shoulder.  He reached down to take hold of her hand, his own clasping around it with much finger to spare.  Yet another chuckle escaped Oliver's lips, and he pressed a soft, quick kiss to her temple.  "I can see where they were righ' terrifyin' t' such a wee lass," he murmured. 

"'Wee lass'? I might not be a big, buff Quidditch captain," the hand he wasn't holding loosely circled him, moving lightly down his back "but that doesn't mean I can't be a little...vicious." Her sentence was punctuated with a pinch to his wonderfully firm bum.    

"I mean' when you wer-..." he began, stopping short and blinking in surprise, expression turning to a mock-offended scoff, jaw hanging open as he stared down at Mandy in teasing disbelief.  "Are you flirtin' with me, Miss Brocklehurst?" Oliver asked in a severe, high-pitched tone.  In one swift move he had Mandy on her back, hovering on all fours above her.  He bent down to nuzzle her ear gently, muttering in a low growl against it, "'cause I like it."  Her head lolled gently to the side in response to his nuzzling, exposing her neck.

"That depends. Is the penalty for flirting the same as the penalty for lighting the grail-shaped beacon?" She planted a light kiss to the inside of the wrist positioned next to her head, eagerly awaiting a response.

Oliver watched Mandy through heavy, half-lidded eyes, the remnants of a smirk still on display.  "We'll see," he replied, lips warm on her skin as he lightly trailed them across her cheek.  Pausing just before he hit the corner of her mouth, Oliver pulled back a few inches to take a long, hard look into Mandy's eyes, his own smoldering down at the woman below him.  After a few shallow breaths, Oliver leaned down to press a teasing kiss to Mandy's lips, making it purposefully close-lipped and gentle.  Lowering himself onto his elbows, one hand burrowed under her body to press against the small of her back, the other lightly tangling in her hair, cupping the back of her head.

It was a heady mix, the tingling pleasure of his lips upon hers, and her frustration at his teasingly gentle pace. Supressing a groan, she ran her hands along his back, briefly considering another pinch before being distracted by the wonderfully rippling muscles beneath her hands. As his hand wound tighter into her hair, the pressure titillating her senses, she inhaled deeply, causing her to pull back in surprise. "Are...are you wearing the Aqva Pour Homme?" she asked with mock incredulity, eyes wide with mirth as laughter cascaded from the soft lips that had previously been pressed against his.

A disappointed sound tore from Oliver's throat as Mandy pulled her lips away from his.  His eyebrows furrowed, and he cast a questioning glance down at her, pulling back onto the palms of his hands to get a full view of her face once again.  "Aye," he replied, head cocking in slight confusion when she began to laugh.  "I quite like it," Oliver explained in a somewhat guarded, defensive tone of voice, still not quite sure what was funny enough to break their embrace.

Quickly, Mandy removed her hands from his back to place them on the couch underneath her, propping herself up so her nose barely brushed against the base of his neck, where he'd doubtless splashed their mutual interest of a fragrance hours before. "So do I." She inhaled deeply. "You were right. It does make a man utterly magnetic. I'll be sure to include that in the campaign." She moved slightly, placing her mouth next to his ear. "We could even count this as market research, if you'd like. And you know how we Ravenclaws are very attentive when we study."

Eyebrow arched in complete confusion, Oliver's baffled expression persisted over Mandy's shoulder.  He tilted his head back to accommodate her face, though he was hesitant to make a move aside from that.  Not one to let things just hang in the air, Oliver ducked his head back and peered down at Mandy, head once again cocking to the side.  "I'm still not seein' wha' jus' happened there," he said in reference to her sudden bout of laughter, narrowed eyes searching her face for any sort of clue.

"You're wearing the cologne, and I get to experience its effects firsthand. It'll help me write the little spiel about it if I know personally just how well it works." She smiled, willing him to understand so that they could get back to the kissing part.  He was very good at that particular activity.

After a short pause a small grin broke through Oliver's confusion.  "Oh," he responded, lowering himself back onto the couch with her, grin widening flirtatiously, "well in tha' case, le's do s'more studyin'."  He still didn't really get it, but he allowed himself to be coaxed back into a kiss nonetheless, eyes slowly flickering shut and they resumed where they'd left off.  Oliver settled a side on the couch, arms enveloping Mandy to draw her close to his chest, their legs tangling loosely to mirror the closeness of their upper bodies.

He seemed placated by her explanation, certainly enough to continue kissing her, so Mandy let her eyes drift shut, pressing herself close to his gorgeous chest, reveling in the tight cage of his arms. She smoothed one hand up his chest, over his collarbone and then up and down over his strong arms, before bringing it back to cup his face, checking herself before the slight stubble made her giggle all over again.

Oliver swallowed softly, one hand moving to gently touch Mandy's elbow, using it as a starting point to stroke up her arm to her back.  Once there his palm flattened against her form, fingertips digging gently into her back to urge her closer.  He was enjoying just kissing a woman he was genuinely intrigued by, and, though he certainly wouldn't refuse an offer of more, he was content to leave things the way they were for now. 

Well, perhaps with a little more tongue.  Oliver thrust his neck forward in order to accomplish such, the kiss turning just a tad lusty as a result.  Perfect.  His hand trailed down to cup Mandy's hip, pulling her torso towards his as he flattened his body against hers, eliminating as much of the space between them as humanly possible.  A soft, contented groan rumbled through Oliver's chest, and his eyes opened to slits to observe his kissing partner for a moment.

Merlin, this one was cute.

SUMMARY: Oliver sees his first film and is introduced to the first kind of "studying" he's ever really enjoyed.  He dutifully thanks Mandy for both.