Work of Art
You cast one more glance at the scribbled address Oliver gave you and knock tentatively on the door. It swings open and there stands Oliver, shirtless in tight blue jeans. He is rubbing his hand on a rag and smiling hugely. "Hello Love!" He hugs you around your waist and lifts you into the air, bathing your neck in kisses. When your feet touch the floor again, you begin to look around the room. It is a large loft, huge bay windows, skylights and a stunning view of Yosemite National Park. "Well?"
"Well I'm looking for the empty pods. What have you done with my real Oliver?"
He laughs and puts his arms around you again. "It's this place, being back here. I've stayed away too long." He puts his forehead to yours and touches your face. "I've never brought anyone here before. I didn't want to taint it with bad memories when...if things went wrong."
"And now?"
Oliver looks straight into your eyes. "There are parts of my life I don't want you to see. This is my real home. The place where I'm the best man I can be. I want to be that for you." He strokes your forehead with a kiss. "Now go get undressed."
"What?"
"Just trust me. Give me ten minutes, then come out."
"Um, okay."
He grins and points to a door. "There's a bathroom and a bedroom through there. I'll knock for you when I'm ready." You shake your head and move to the door.
In ten minutes, the knock does indeed come. You shrug off the satin robe you've been covering up with and take a deep breath as you open the door. Oliver stands before you, smiling. He hands you a single blood-red long stem rose, takes your hand and leads you out into the room. He has set up an easel and canvas, and a table covered in little jars of paint and brushes. Across from this sits a purple velvet antique sofa with a white ivy-laced Greek column behind.
"Oliver what are you doing?"
"I want to paint you."
You cross your arms over your breasts and shake your head. "Oh I don't know about this. I-I'm not exactly..."
Oliver tilts you to face him. "You are perfect to me. We're the only ones who'll ever see it, I promise. Please, let me paint you." He trails a finger up your arm sending pleasant shivers through your whole body. He slowly leads you to the sofa. You sit down and he swings your legs up, positioning the closest one laying flat and other one bent at the knee. He lays your arm on the brass accented sofa-arm and places the rose in it so that its bud hits just above your navel. He lifts your other arm and drapes it over the back of the sofa. Oliver kneels and kisses you very tenderly, then whispers in your ear, "Don't move."
Oliver moves to his canvas and you try to calm your shaking nerves. You look out the window at the green trees and breathtaking mountains and force yourself not to feel as self-conscious as you are feeling.
As the sun begins to sink, you feel Oliver brush his hand against your hair. You've been enjoying the view so much you didn't even notice the time. You turn to him with a grin. "You can move now, all done." You stretch and swing your legs off the sofa. "Do you want to see your painting?"
"Uh, sure." Your voice trembles and you blush. He kisses you again, then moves to the easel and turns it to you.
Your hands move to your face and your eyes begin to tear up a bit. Can that really be you? It looks like you, but different somehow, better, gorgeous. Oliver sits beside you and leans your back against his bare chest. "Do you like it?"
"Is that really me? Is that how you see me?"
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I did the best I could, but no painting could ever do you justice."
You face him. He wipes the tear from your cheek, kisses you and crushes you against him as he reclines back....
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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. |