The Cabin
You are two months into your current assignment and, thankfully, on your last day. You were told a small cartel had formed in the upper echelons of the biggest financial corporation in the state. While Oliver has been schmoozing his way in as a hot shot European corporate raider to get information from the top down, you've been working from the bottom up in the executive secretarial pool. Your superb typing speed landed you this exercise in monotony while Oliver got wined, dined and wooed into the tight knit ranks of the owners of the company, not that you're bitter or anything. At least Oliver hasn't teased you about it...well not since the first night when he got home and asked you to type a memo and get him some coffee. For the first time, you were thankful that the couch in the apartment your employers rented you for this assignment was as hard and lumpy as it was. One night on there and Oliver swore to keep his sarcasm to himself which, fortunately for everyone, he has.
Now however, the reconnaissance mission has become too dangerous. You have quite a lot of information, enough to warrant new agents with new identities be assigned. Things have gotten too hot for the two of you. They seem to be on to Oliver, so you are both being not only pulled from the operation at the end of the night, but they are flying you to Europe for a month until your tracks get cold. You are happy for the vacation no matter what the real reason behind it.
Five O'clock comes. You obviously can't pack up your cubical because it would give away that you are not coming back. It doesn't matter anyway. The personal effects are essentially props courtesy of your employers. You even suspect that the pictures of people in your "family photos" are the ones that came with the frames they are in. You do, however, pocket your good luck charm, a small blue stuffed teddy bear.
You make your way out of the office just like every other day. You open the door of the stairwell and nearly run smack dab into Oliver. "GEEZ! Why do you DO stuff like that?!"
"No time for that now Love. We need to hurry!"
"Bu-but Oliver."
"They know." You offer no further protestations and allow him to take your hand as you rapidly descend the stairs. You come out in the parking garage and jog over to Oliver's car. As you are about to open the door, he stops you. You gaze at him questioningly and he points under the car where you can see a red wire hanging down.
"A bomb?" He nods his head. "Oh thrill. Now what?"
He looks across the garage and smiles. "This way." Oliver pulls you across to what you know to be the car belonging to the bank's president.
He picks the lock quickly and hustles you in. He then proceeds to hot-wire it. You shake your head and grin at yet another new skill you didn't know he possessed. Grand theft auto.
Oliver pulls out slowly and drives very calmly down toward the toll gate. A row of four security guards are there to greet you, guns drawn.
Oliver snorts. "Sod this!" He floors the accelerator. The guards, choosing not to become speed bumps, dive out of the way. "Get down!" he yells, shoving your head below the dash as he drives through the yellow barricade arm. "Stay there!" You hear bullets hitting the back of the car as the guards fire after you. You lay your head on his legs and wait patiently for him to tell you it's time to get up.
You hear the tires squeal as you round a few street corners. You feel Oliver's hand slip into your hair. "Now don't you get up to any mischief while you're down there my Love. We are trying to get out of this in one piece."
'What a smart ass,' you think. You drag your chin purposefully slow over the top of his leg, open your mouth against the pants leg of his inner thigh and bite softly. Far from continued protestations, Oliver utters a low throated growl and the hand in your hair begins to massage your scalp rhythmically. You slowly walk your fingers up his thigh to his fly, slip the button from its mooring and pull down the zipper. His fingers freeze on the back of your neck and you think for a minute he may stop you. Then you feel the slight tremble of anticipation in his hand.
You smile and slip your hand into his open pants, rubbing the growing bulge beneath the blue satin boxers there. Hearing Oliver sigh, you lean forward and kiss the material. He slides his hand down your back and over your side, pulling up your shirt and beginning to fondle your chest. You reach inside the boxers and wrap your fingers around the warm flesh underneath. He inhales sharply and then his whole body goes tense. His hand leaves your breast, moving to your waist and urging you to sit up.
"What? What's wrong? You want me to stop?"
"Good Lord no, I don't *want* you to. But see up there?" You sit up and he points to an outcropping of trees. You can just make out the fender of a gray sedan protruding from them. "They've got people waiting for us ahead. We're not going to be able to make it to the airport. I have to take the mountain roads so we can lay low in the cabin for a bit and I don't want to drive us off a cliff!"
"Okay, I'll be good."
He smirks and turns to you. "Now I'm not saying you have to be good, just...patient." You smile and lay your head on his shoulder as you turn off onto a dark mountain road. About an hour into the darkened woods, you pull up at the cabin. It is a safehouse used by your employers. Oliver pulls the car around the back and inside the garage. You both enter the cabin through the garage door. The windows are all treated so that the lights can be turned on without giving the impression that anyone is home.
You turn on the lights and are immediately hit by how very cold it is inside. "Damn, maybe we should go back outside in the snow where it's warm?"
Oliver holds you tightly and kisses the top of your head. "There are blankets in the bedroom and I'll bring some clothes in from the trunks in the garage. Then I'll get a fire started. Oh," He fishes his cellular phone out of his jacket pocket. "Better call in, let them know not to hold the plane and that we'll take the first afternoon fight to London that they've got."
"Will do." You flip the phone open and begin to dial as Oliver heads back into the garage.
Oliver reemerges just as you hang up. You hand him his phone, he hands you a bag. You disappear into the bedroom as he moves to start the fire.
You sit the bag on the bed and open it. So much for the slinky lingerie you were planning to wear for him. Oh well, you'd catch pneumonia in it here anyway. You opt for an ankle length, long sleeve, white cotton gown. You move the case, lay a couple of extra blankets on top of the bedcovers and crawl under. You weren't even tired until you laid down. Now, you can't seem to open your eyes again. You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep.
Oliver stokes the fire one more time and then enters the bedroom. You are already asleep and gripping the covers just under your chin. He smiles sweetly at the picture you make. He notices how many blankets you have piled onto the bed. He thinks he knows of a better way to warm you up and begins to remove his clothes.
When he is completely undressed, he walks to the bed, slides in next to you and slips an arm over you, nuzzling at your neck. He presses his body to your back and moves his hand to massage your chest. You wake up and turn to face him. "Hi there," you say with a grin. He kisses you. You roll over to face him and your hand slides into his hair. Oliver's fingers are at the front of your gown, unfastening the buttons there. Soon he has you as bare as him, and is running his hands all over you. You slide your knee up the outside of his thigh as he laps at your neck.
You hook your heel behind his knee and pull him even tighter against you. You feel him smile against your throat and, as his lips return to yours, he enters you. Your fingers grip his shoulders hard as his thrusts become more frenzied. You climax, moaning his name in his ear. He pumps twice more and follows your lead. Oliver collapses against your chest, his panting breaths raising goosebumps on your skin. You lazily run your hand through his hair and think how you have Europe and a danger-free month, filled with nights like this to look forward to. You fall asleep with a smile on your face.
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| The character of Oliver Sampson and the show VR.5 were created by John Sacret Young and are © Samoset Productions and Rysher Entertainment. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made. |