Something Girlie
It is a week till Valentine's Day and you are starting to get a little concerned. You've been checking the mail and just when you hoped you might be finding the latest Victoria's Secret catalog, you've discovered "Sword and Dagger Collectibles" magazine.
With a deep breath, you enter the living room and sit the mail on Oliver's lap. "Oh thanks Love, I didn't realize the post was in yet."
"Oliver, look at me."
He smiles as his eyes take a leisurely sweep over your body. "Yes?"
"What do you see?"
Now he looks confused. "Uh...you've changed your hair?"
You sigh. "Never mind."
He catches your hand before you can walk away. "Wait now, what is it?"
You sit on the table opposite his chair. "Do I resemble a woman at all to you?"
The smile is back. "Well you certainly have all the right parts for that disguise."
Your hand brushes the cover of the weapons catalog in his lap. "I...I don't want you to think that I haven't loved the Valentine's presents you've gotten me in the past." At his questioning look, you supply. "The weapons I mean. It's just, you know," he sighs patiently, waiting for you to come to your point. "I'm a girl. Every once in awhile, I'd...well sorta like something...girlie."
"Oh," he says quietly as he tries to hide the weapon catalog underneath the other mail. You could just kick yourself. He seems a little hurt by the whole thing.
"You know what Oliver, it doesn't matter at all. Just forget I said anything okay? Anything you get me, I'll cherish."
He nods and releases your hand. You take your cue and exit the room to leave him alone with his thoughts. You go into your bedroom and clear some space in your collectable weapons cabinet.
Over the week approaching Valentine's Day, more magazines come; "Armory Annual" and "Famous Firearms" among the few. You just keep your mouth shut, dutifully stacking each new arrival on Oliver's desk, wondering if you'll be getting a sword or a Luger this year.
Valentine's morning, you are awakened with a kiss on the cheek. You smile and open your eyes. Oliver is trailing a blush pink rose across your cheek. "Hey."
"Hey there. Were you planning to get up today?"
You glance at your clock. "Oliver, it's only 6:30."
"Well, I don't want you to miss a minute of this day." He has his most smug smile on. The one he wears when he's thinking how brilliant and wonderful he is. It makes you grin. You take his outstretched hand and let him help you to your feet. You try to veer into the bathroom to at least run a brush though your hair or throw a robe on over your thin-strapped nightgown. His arms come around your waist as he leads you unerringly into the living room. "You look fine. Close your eyes." You do and he continues to move you forward. Soon, he stops you. "All right. Open them."
You do and your breath catches at the sight before you. Huge sprays of flowers in reds, pinks, purples, blues and whites adorn every available surface. A massive bouquet of blush pink roses stands in the middle in a base resembling a Greek column. The ceiling is dotted with shiny red heart-shaped balloons, each proclaiming "I love you". Your eyes catch a stack of 7 boxes near the sofa.
He follows your eyes and kisses your cheek. "Go on. They're yours."
You sit on the sofa, Oliver beside you, as you open each package. In the boxes, you find gowns, teddies, and camisoles, all in satins and laces, each one finer than the next. You look into his eyes. "All right, so they're for both of us." He smiles. "One for every day of the week."
"They're beautiful."
"Well, take care when you pack them."
"Pack?"
He produces an envelope from his jacket pocket and hands it to you. You open it and smile. In calligraphic script on a card inside is your reservation for a week at the Cerulean Inn on the coast of England. You look to him again. "We leave this afternoon. And don't think I didn't catch Hell for requesting the time off so late."
You can feel yourself start to tear up. "You're amazing!" You wrap your arms around him and kiss him passionately. As he embraces you in return, you can feel the coolness of metal looping around your neck. You pull away and look down. Oliver has placed a silver filigree heart locket upon you.
You turn it over in your hand and see an inscription: "Because you will always have my heart Oliver 2-14-2000".
His hand gently wipes away a tear that trails down your cheek. He tilts your head up and kisses you. You smile and jump up off the sofa. "Stay here." You scramble off into the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" he calls after you.
"To get your present!"
You emerge minutes later with something behind your back. Oliver stands and makes his way over to you. You pull from behind your back a shining katana sword with an ornately carved handle. You can see his eyes light up in glee. "How did you..."
"Well it was easy with all the catalogs coming in here." He takes the sword from you with a smile and slashes it through the air.
You lean back against the wall, content to watch the picture he makes trying out his new toy. He turns to you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oliver?"
He inches the sword towards you and you find yourself edging back against the wall almost involuntarily. He places the tip of the sword on your shoulder and carefully works its blade under the strap of your gown. "Oliver what are you..."
With a quick slice, he has cut through the strap and your gown hangs half off of you. His smile widens. You're now very happy that he got you all that new lingerie because you're about to bid the garment you wear a fond good-bye. Oliver carefully moves the blade to your other shoulder, eases it under the strap there, and cuts it away.
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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. |