TLC
Oliver has his arm around your waist and his other hand holding yours. "Just a little step up here, careful." On your last assignment, Oliver said you should split up to investigate the building your reluctant contact had fled to. When he found you again, you were unconscious on the ground. You woke up in the hospital, a few hours later, with a concussion.
Oliver has been doting ever since. It's a little much, but rare as it is, you've decided to just enjoy it. He is treating you like porcelain as he walks you into his house. He doesn't even let you stop to take off your coat, instead leading you to the bedroom. He makes you sit on the bed. Then he crouches, removing your coat, shoes and socks. "You should sleep."
"I've been in bed too much. I want to go walk around."
"Are you still dizzy?" You pout and mumble an unintelligible yes. "What was that?"
"Yes."
"Then no, you're not going anywhere. Lie down."
You stand. "And how would you stop me?"
He rises as well. "I guess I'll just have to convince you." He puts his hands on your shoulders and begins to spin you around.
"Oliver stop it! Damn you!" He spins you only three times, and not very fast at that. To you, it feels like you're on the Gravitron at the fair. You lurch backwards and are caught in Oliver's arms before you hit the ground. Your head lulls weakly against his shoulder as he gently lays you down.
"Are you all right?" he says softly.
"Get out," you whisper. You can't open your eyes. You feel sick to your stomach. You want to go sleep. Actually, you'd really like to punch Oliver, but you can't lift your arm, sleeping, at least, is do-able.
You feel him remove your clothes, then cover you with a blanket and move away. A few moments later, he is at your side again, leaning you up against his chest and slipping one of your satin, spaghetti-strap nightgowns over your head. He leans you back into the softness of the pillows, tugs the gown down past your thighs, then covers you back up. Oliver places a light kiss on your forehead. He closes the blinds, darkening the room and quietly leaves. Sleep soon claims you.
You dream strange and ever-changing scenarios. First, it was about vampires. That soon changed into some sort of elaborate magic show. Eventually, you wound up in some a weird apartment building where everyone was sleeping with everyone else, and they were all obsessed with coffee for some reason. Even more odd, Oliver was in all of them.
You feel arms around you, a light breath against your cheek, lips on your own. You open your eyes. Oliver smiles down at you. "Hello there Love. How are you feeling?"
"Better." You move to sit up. Your back makes a cracking noise. You wince.
"What is it?"
"I'm just a little stiff. It's from sleeping in a hospital bed. I *had* wanted to go walk around, see if I could work it out, but..."
Oliver sighs and rolls his eyes at your blatant attempt at a guilt trip. "All right, roll over on your side."
"Why? What are you going to do to me now?"
He smiles and tickles your ribs quickly, making you jump. "Just do it!" You do, slowly. Oliver spoons up behind you, laying his cheek atop your own. He kisses you and whispers in your ear. "Tell me where it hurts."
"My lower back."
His hand goes to the hem of your gown and he pulls it up level with your chest. His warm fingers move back down your skin until they hit a particularly sore knot there. You can't help but jump. "Shh," Oliver kisses your cheek again, "just relax."
"Oliver maybe you shouldn't. It's really tender and..."
"Shh," he kisses your neck while his fingers press firmly against your back. At first, you screw your eyes shut and try not to whimper, but after he rubs for a bit, the pain leaves and you just feel a tightness there. He continues to massage you, applying even, firm pressure. You feel your muscles loosen and can't help the little sigh that escapes your lips. Oliver smiles against you skin. "Better now?"
"Yes."
"Content to stay in bed now?"
"Will you stay with me?"
"Me...uh I really sho..."
"I could have a relapse and need your services again." He smoothes your gown down and backs off the bed. He rejoins you a moment later, his bare chest warming your back. "So you're staying?"
His arms come around you and he snuggles in tight. "Only if you promise not to try to take advantage of me."
You smile. "No. No promises. You stay, you take your chances."
He chuckles lightly. "I'll risk it." You drift off to sleep once more...
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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. |