Valentine's Day
You are awakened early in the morning by a knock on the door. You pull a robe on over your slip-like nightgown. "Coming!" You run a brush quickly over your hair and look out the peephole. "Yes?"
"Flowers Ma'am."
You open the door and a delivery boy enters with a huge spray of roses of many different colors. You try to tip him. He politely refuses and bids you a good day, exiting. You sniff the fresh buds and smile. Your phone rings. "Hello?"
"Hello Love." Oliver says. You can hear his smile over the line. "Did you um..."
"Get the roses? Yes I did, just now. Thank you. They're lovely."
"Happy Valentine's Day."
You sigh, "I thought so."
"What?"
"You only ever send roses when you won't be making it yourself."
"I do? I'll have to watch that. Agents aren't supposed to be that predictable."
"But you aren't, are you?" You can't help but sound disappointed.
A pause. "I'm sorry."
"No it's okay. You remembered me. That means a lot. And you're safe. That means even more. "Where are you?"
"Stuck in London I'm afraid."
"I see."
"Love I'm going to have to go."
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you."
"Oh wait Oliver?" You hear nothing but a dial tone. You pull the phone away and look at it. "Nevermind," you whisper as you hang up the phone.
You get dressed, finding that you suddenly have the day all to yourself. On your way out the door, you snip a bud from the bouquet and affix it to one of the button-holes on your blazer.
You decide to have a strict Anti-Valentine's Day. You take yourself to the movies, picking horror over the usual romantic fair. You take yourself out to eat, only fattening foods need apply. Your one concession to the day, you can't help but walk through the museum Oliver and you frequent once a month. That was probably a very bad mistake you realize as you tear up a little bit and make your way home.
You spend the rest of your evening at the computer, getting a little writing done. At about 10, you get dressed for bed. Just as you are about to crawl under the covers, there is a knock on the door. You put on your robe and run over to the door. "Yes?"
"Flowers Ma'am"
"Uh, it's a little late for deliveries isn't it?"
"Man promised my boss a $100 tip if I got them here tonight."
You shrug and open the door, strains of "landshark" playing through your mind. More roses. Great. He must not be coming home for a week. "Just set them over there with the others please." Before you know what is happening, you are being grabbed from behind and the door is slammed shut.
"Don't struggle and you won't be hurt," his breath is warm against your neck.
"Uh-huh." You push up off the floor and move him back against the door. It breaks his hold. You turn to punch him only to have him grab your arms and pull you to his chest. You look up to find Oliver smiling down on you. "You scum!" You grin and jump up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Oliver says. You kiss him slowly, barely noticing as he slips your robe from you and walks you into the bedroom.
Oliver's lips assault your neck. "Oh man does this beat flowers!" He stands you next to the bed, stripping your remaining garments from you and then starting on his own. You sit down and scoot backwards across the mattress, enjoying the show.
Oliver crawls onto the bed, a predatory look in his striking green eyes. "Is it better than chocolate?" His mouth affixes to your breast, sucking, nibbling.
"Oh yes." Your hands slide down his back.
His hand moves expertly between your thighs. "Better than diamonds?"
"Hmm well," your hand encircles him, guiding him to you, "probably harder than diamonds."
Oliver moves his head up to look you in the eyes. He pushes forward and your legs embrace his waist again. "You think so?"
"Uh-huh." Your hands come into his hair and you kiss him over and over again. He is pumping faster, each thrust bringing you closer. You feel him start to climax and it triggers your own.
Oliver collapses against you, keeping the connection. As you start to fall asleep, you feel cold metal slipping over your arm. You open your eyes and see Oliver's hand pulling away from placing a diamond tennis bracelet on your wrist. You smile at him. "Well, as I already had it with me."
You grin ear to ear. "Shut up and go to sleep." He returns your grin and kisses you, laying his head on your chest. Your hand plays with his hair as you fall asleep.
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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. |