One On One
You arrive home to an unexpectedly empty house. You open the bag you've brought and take out the fast food you picked up on the way home. That's when you hear it. A thumping noise. It is coming from the back yard. You make your way over to the back door and look out the window. For your efforts, you are rewarded with a wonderful sight. Oliver Sampson, clad only in shorts, practicing lay-ups on a hoop he has rigged up to the back of the house. You smile and come to a decision.
Putting the food away in the refrigerator, you jog to your room, change into shorts and a tee shirt and make your way to the back door again. You sneak out and wolf-whistle, making Oliver miss his jump shot. He grins. "Hello Love, when did you get home?"
"Oh ten minutes, ten hours, what's the difference?" The forgotten ball rolls to your feet. You bend and pick it up, tossing it hand to hand. "So is this a private game or can anyone play?"
Oliver smiles very wide at that. "Fancy a bit of one on one with me eh?"
You arch your eyebrow. "If you think you can keep up with me, Superspy."
"All right then. You want to take the ball out first?"
"Ha. Ball is in my hands. Ball is mine." You dribble it twice, keeping your eyes on his. "Come and get it." His expression is all smugness. He makes a quick lunge for the ball. You spin, your back to him and take the ball to the hoop. It falls through the hoop and you catch it after one bounce.
Oliver is standing at the end of the patio, his hands resting on his knees. "I let you make that shot you realize."
"Oh really?" You pass the ball to his chest, hard. He begins to dribble it. "Make your shot Captain Brit, and don't do me any favors." He drives forward and you skirt in underneath him, taking the ball to the hoop once more. You smile and hand the ball off to him again. "Had enough? Or would you like me to show you how to do it one more time?"
"Are you going to stand there and talk all day, or do you want to play?"
"Have it your way then. Have at thee!" Oliver makes the same drive forward.
You move in to sneak the ball out from under him. He hits you full on, knocking you to the cement, and continues forward to complete the shot. He smiles at the basket, full of pride in himself, until he turns to see you still laying sprawled on the concrete.
Oliver races over to your side, holding your hand. "Are you all right? I-I'm sorry about that. I got a little competitive I guess."
"Gee, ya think?" You cough and hold your side as he helps you to sit up.
"Are you hurt?" he asks, brushing the hair back from your face.
"Nah, you just knocked the wind out of me is all." He helps you to stand and that is when you both notice the sizable scrape on your knee. "Oh isn't that pretty?"
"I am so sorry."
"Yeah, I think you got my ribs too."
"I'm sorry."
"So you said. I don't doubt it Oliver. You got a little too enthusiastic. I got a little banged up. It's not a biggie."
"It is a "biggie" when you look like you've taken up with a wife beater."
"Hey we aren't married. Which would make you a girlfriend beater, all the bad traits of a wife beater, but without the ability to commit." His expression is near to horror. "Gallows humor, sorry it's genetic. Just get me in a warm bath to take the soreness out and I'll be fine."
Oliver scoops you up into his arms. "Can I join you in your bath?"
"Depends. You gonna push me down again tough guy?"
"Oh no, not in the bath, I'm saving that for the bedroom."
"Oh well in that case, sure, why not? Are you gonna kiss my boo-boo's all better too?" You run your hand through his hair.
"Of course. Just as soon as you tell me what part of your body the boo-boo's are."
"That would be too easy. Just keep kissing, I'll let you know." He carries you into the house for a little one on one rematch, and this time, you are both winners.
|
|
| 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. |