Massage
It is a nice spring day. You are wearing a tank top and shorts. All the windows are open letting in a gentle breeze. Oliver arrives home in a ripped shirt, sporting a scraped cheek and a bruised chin. You rush to him, concerned. He waves you away, his expression hard. He is in full "Extreme Committee Mode" and heads straight for the bathroom, slamming the door. You hear the lock turn and the shower come on. For half a second, you consider running and turning on the kitchen tap, but you quickly dismiss it. You saw the hurt behind his steely eyes and you just want to make it go away.
You go to the kitchen and heat up some massage oil to a soothing warm temperature. Soon you hear the bathroom door open and the soft padding of Oliver's bare feet on the carpeting. You head back to the bedroom and find Oliver laying on his stomach on the bed. He is wearing only a burgundy towel around his waist.
You program the CD player to softly play "Feelin' Love" by Paula Cole. You walk back to the bed and hear Oliver grumble, "what do you want?" as you sit on the bed next to him.
"I'm going to try something and if you don't like it I'll stop and I'll leave you alone till tomorrow. I'll even sleep on the sofa. Is it a deal?"
A wordless groan is your answer, which you take as an agreement. You climb onto your knees and straddle Oliver's rump. Before he can protest, you tip the bottle of oil and watch as it hits his smooth skin and begins to roll. You notice the tension in Oliver's shoulders begin to ease already. You sit the bottle on the nightstand and begin to rub his back, neck, shoulders, your hands slipping easily over his skin. Oliver's shoulders completely relax and he falls silent.
The song ends and the CD shuts off. "Oliver?" you say barely above a whisper. He doesn't answer. You lean forward and kiss him lightly behind the ear. You sit back up and lean to one side, preparing to get down.
Oliver rolls over under your legs, unwrapping his towel in the process. He grasps your thigh and your waist and pulls you forward. You lose your balance and collapse on top of him. Wearing a wicked smile, he flips you onto your back, rolls on top of you and kisses you hungrily...
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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. |