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Adult ++
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And So It Goes
And So It Goes
by GylzGirl
DISCLAIMER: Characters from VR.5 are owned by Samoset. I'm just borrowing them. Title and Lyrics by Billy Joel.
Pairing: Oliver Sampson/Sydney Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Written 1998 after the umpteenth rewatching of Reunion and the depression it brings with it Lyrics denoted by ~
Summary: After 3 years apart, Oliver Sampson and Sydney Bloom have a long overdue reunion.
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Oliver pulled into the parking lot of the Marlowe Inn. He glanced at his dashboard clock 5:20. Early. Good. He began to slow his breathing in an attempt to ease his shaking hands. The method rarely worked anymore, Abernathy had been the one to teach it to him. Now, every time he practiced this skill, the feelings of betrayal washed over him again, nullifying any calming effect. However, he was willing to give anything a try at this point. He couldn't go in this way. He had to be strong, had to be the Oliver Sampson that was expected, had to remember coolness, detachment, and stoicism.
He entered the lobby and sauntered up to the desk. "Oliver Sampson," he told the disinterested clerk.
The man handed Oliver a plastic key card. "Third floor. It's on the right." Without another word, the clerk put out a 'Back in 5 minutes sign', grabbed his meager deli sandwich and went into the office.
Oliver smiled, palmed the key and slipped his hands in his pockets as he headed for the elevator.
As the doors closed before him, the trembles began again. God, three years. Could it have been so long? He saw her in every sleeping moment and most of the waking ones too. Smelled her scent on his pillow, heard her laugh on the wind.
Oliver approached room #385, swallowed hard and inserted the card key.
~In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along~
Oliver turned the handle. As it opened, it revealed a flash of long blonde hair as the woman inside turned to face the doorway. Suddenly, there before him were the dancing green eyes and bright smile that had haunted his heart so.
"Sydney?" Oliver fought down the liquid that stung his eyes. His voice sounded disbelieving, even to his own ears. As if he expected her to vanish, or worse, as if he expected her eyes to hold him in hatred as her sister had done, even though she had summoned him to this reunion. The lump in his throat was nearly suffocating. He felt his control slipping. He was trying so hard not to let his myriad of emotions surface. What good had they done him before? What good had they done Alex? Or even Sydney herself?
"Well are you going to come in sometime or are you just going to stand there and stare some more," this said with levity, familiarity and affection. Not trusting himself with words just yet, he entered and shut the door behind him.
~I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense~
Sydney sat down on the end of the bed. Oliver stood just inside the door, bathing in the sight of her. The last time he'd seen her she was so pale, in hospital, with tubes...so awful. Now she looked so healthy, her skin glowing in rich peach tones against the light blue gauzy summer-dress she wore. Her blonde tresses had grown past her waist, surrounding her like a halo. She looked so serene, so happy, so beautiful. All he wanted was to hold her close to him, to feel her skin under his palms as he had dreamt of for the past three years. But what right had he to dirty her with his touch?
"Oliver? Oliver." He snapped from his revery and gave her his full attention. "Come sit down."
He approached and then veered to the right to sit in the chair beside the bed. Sydney rolled her eyes and half-sighed, half-giggled. "No silly, over here by me."
"Oh," he said as though the thought that she'd want him so close never entered his mind. Oliver sat lightly beside her, fingers laced with tension and resting on his knees. He turned to her slowly, reluctantly. Afraid of what he'd see in her eyes, afraid of what she'd see in his. She'd always read him so easily.
Sydney's eyes searched his own, gently pulling the poison of his pain, his scars from the very core of him. He was so close to breaking. Breathe Sampson, damn you, breathe!
Sydney touched her hand to his forehead feather-light and drew her cool palm down his cheek. His tears began to rise again and he knew this time there would be no containing them. He turned his head from her, almost shyly, childlike.
Sydney gently but firmly cupped his chin and turned him back to face her. Warm tears had started to fall down his cheeks and she wiped them away.
~And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose~
"Sydney, I'm so sor..."
"Shh," she put a finger to his lips, blinking back her own tears. He'd suffered so long, battered by his life before her and tortured further by his involvement with her. "Listen to me. You have nothing to apologize for. Do you hear me? Not one thing." She leaned her forehead to his. Their hands, both trembling, found their way to each other, rubbing, soothing, comforting.
"All you ever did was protect me. It nearly cost you your life, more than once, and I can see it's caused you so much pain. I've caused you..."
"No. No any damage was done by the Committee. You saved me, Sydney. You brought life back into my world again."
"Oliver...I love you."
Oliver pulled back and looked into her eyes, very near to shock. "Why?" was all that he could produce.
Sydney looked at him oddly, as if she couldn't have possibly heard him right and then when she realized she had, she laughed.
Oliver returned her strange glance and smiled despite himself. She touched his face again, the fluttering tight warmth in his lower abdomen returning with the contact. "When I was gone....I knew what had happened and I tried but I couldn't escape. Eventually I discovered that just like a person can learn to control their dreams, I could control my environment. At first I dreamed of my family, making things right for us. But you were my reason for coming back." She brought his hand to her cheek and rubbed the back of his hand. He caressed her there, watching her expression. "I've spent so many nights in your arms, kissed your lips a thousand times." She fixed him with a resolved and tender look. "I'm back in the real world now. I want to make it real. I want to taste those lips. I want to touch your skin. I want you."
"Sydney," Oliver struggled against his constricting throat. He wanted all of her, more than she could possibly know, but he wouldn't allow himself to hurt her, not ever again. "Sydney wait," his shaking hands removed her soft exploring fingers from his face and hair. He stood up. "You've just recovered from a major trauma. It's possible you're confused, that you don't know what you really want, and I don't want to take adva..."
"Dammit Oliver," anger flashed in her emerald eyes as she stood along side him, this was the Sydney he'd first met, the fighter, "nobody is chasing me with guns anymore. I don't need a hero now. I need your touch." Her eyes finally faltered from his and she looked down at the floor. "I need to know I haven't built this thing between us up to something grand in my mind when you don't feel it to. I..."
Sydney was removing all his arguments, all his defenses one by one. Only one remained. "What about Duncan?"
She smiled and looked up. "He and Samantha are expecting any day. I'm going be an aunt."
Dear God. That one gone too, he couldn't stop his hand from delving into her hair, slipping round her head and pulling her to him in a kiss. At first it was gentle, tentative then became harder, rougher with the urgency of their needs. They had waited so long.
Their hands explored each other's torsos, as if each was confirming the other was still there, hadn't vanished as was feared. That seemed to confirm to them that they wouldn't be interrupted, not by long lost lovers or family, not by gunfire or betrayal. The kiss gentled once more, time no longer an issue. They had an eternity, and they intended to enjoy every second of this earned embrace.
Then without warning, one last reservation crept into Oliver's mind. He could handle longing. He'd lived with it for 5 years for Alex and another 3 for Sydney herself. He did not think he could survive knowing her body, letting her have the tiny bit of his heart she didn't already own, and then having her taken from him somehow again. Could he risk that? Her tongue stroked his own and a shiver enveloped him. He knew at that moment he'd risk anything, everything for her, just to have whatever time fate would allow them together. His hand drifted down to her shoulder, to the thin strap of her dress.
~But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break~
Oliver's breath caught as his nimble fingers grazed her skin, slipping the spaghetti straps of her simple sundress off of her shoulders. With one tug, the dress fluttered to the floor. She stood naked except for white lace panties, his arms enclosing her, his hands exploring her smooth bare back.
Sydney nibbled on his lower lip and he smiled. Her graceful hands danced down his shirtfront, liberating his bare chest to her touch. He shrugged it off and pressed into her tightly, sending an almost electric pulse through both of their beings.
He swept her svelte form into his arms and moved to the side of the bed. Oliver lay her gently down, sliding her last article of clothing down her long shapely legs as he pulled back from the bed. For a moment, he merely drank in her naked beauty. She was ethereal. He unfastened his belt, watching her eyes watching his body. His pants soon joined their clothing trail. Sydney smiled at his conspicuous arousal, her arms outstretched to him, beckoning.
Oliver lowered himself beside her and tasted her lips again. His hands traced down her slender neck to her breast. She ached for his touch and he did not disappoint. His hand felt so warm, burning itself into her flesh as he kneaded her. She gasped against his mouth. He pulled back, brushing her cheek with a kiss, and brought his lips down to finish what his hand had started. Sydney cried out his name as his searing tongue flicked at her nipple, his hand venturing lower, stroking her upper inner thigh, torturing, teasing.
"Now. Oliver please. Don't make me wait any longer." He shifted her legs further apart with his hand, returned his kisses to her trembling mouth and slipped inside of her. Her fingers gripped his back, her legs wrapping around him rubbing the backs of his thighs. He tore his mouth from hers in a moan, burying his face in her vanilla scented hair. He shut his eyes, experiencing her, letting her invade all his senses. He had never dreamed of feeling love like this, not with Alex, not with anyone, not even when he imagined Sydney in his arms. It couldn't compare and he knew nothing else ever would.
~And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows~
Oliver rocked inside her slowly, meticulous as in everything he did. Her hands slid to his bottom, enjoying the smooth flesh there. He increased his rhythm in appreciation. He moved his hand down to where there bodies met, his fingers finding her center, massaging her onto a higher plateau. He felt her muscles begin to spasm around him and sped his ministrations. He let her climax pull him over the edge with her, crying her name like a prayer.
As the wave subsided, Oliver kissed her tenderly and slow. Sydney ran a lazy hand through the hair on his chest, damp with exertion. Her legs slipped down from his thighs, remaining entangled with his. He looked into her eyes. She seemed so frail now, so scared. Oliver realized he knew her as well as she knew him. He touched her cheek and smiled warmly. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll never leave you." He brushed her forehead with his lips and nuzzled against her. "Go to sleep now and just let me hold you." She snuggled her cheek to his chest and gripped his arms tightly.
~So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break~
Oliver felt Sydney's gentle breath against his chest and kissed the top of her head. "Oliver?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me you'll be here when I wake up."
He chuckled warmly and tilted her chin to face him. "I love you. I'll be here, I promise. You're stuck with me now." She settled back against him with a small grin and drifted to sleep. He had wanted to ask her to promise him the same thing, but he saw her promise unspoken in her eyes. He stroked her hair and fell into his first contented sleep in 3 years.
~And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows~
by GylzGirl
DISCLAIMER: Characters from VR.5 are owned by Samoset. I'm just borrowing them. Title and Lyrics by Billy Joel.
Pairing: Oliver Sampson/Sydney Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Written 1998 after the umpteenth rewatching of Reunion and the depression it brings with it
Summary: After 3 years apart, Oliver Sampson and Sydney Bloom have a long overdue reunion.
*************************************
Oliver pulled into the parking lot of the Marlowe Inn. He glanced at his dashboard clock 5:20. Early. Good. He began to slow his breathing in an attempt to ease his shaking hands. The method rarely worked anymore, Abernathy had been the one to teach it to him. Now, every time he practiced this skill, the feelings of betrayal washed over him again, nullifying any calming effect. However, he was willing to give anything a try at this point. He couldn't go in this way. He had to be strong, had to be the Oliver Sampson that was expected, had to remember coolness, detachment, and stoicism.
He entered the lobby and sauntered up to the desk. "Oliver Sampson," he told the disinterested clerk.
The man handed Oliver a plastic key card. "Third floor. It's on the right." Without another word, the clerk put out a 'Back in 5 minutes sign', grabbed his meager deli sandwich and went into the office.
Oliver smiled, palmed the key and slipped his hands in his pockets as he headed for the elevator.
As the doors closed before him, the trembles began again. God, three years. Could it have been so long? He saw her in every sleeping moment and most of the waking ones too. Smelled her scent on his pillow, heard her laugh on the wind.
Oliver approached room #385, swallowed hard and inserted the card key.
~In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along~
Oliver turned the handle. As it opened, it revealed a flash of long blonde hair as the woman inside turned to face the doorway. Suddenly, there before him were the dancing green eyes and bright smile that had haunted his heart so.
"Sydney?" Oliver fought down the liquid that stung his eyes. His voice sounded disbelieving, even to his own ears. As if he expected her to vanish, or worse, as if he expected her eyes to hold him in hatred as her sister had done, even though she had summoned him to this reunion. The lump in his throat was nearly suffocating. He felt his control slipping. He was trying so hard not to let his myriad of emotions surface. What good had they done him before? What good had they done Alex? Or even Sydney herself?
"Well are you going to come in sometime or are you just going to stand there and stare some more," this said with levity, familiarity and affection. Not trusting himself with words just yet, he entered and shut the door behind him.
~I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense~
Sydney sat down on the end of the bed. Oliver stood just inside the door, bathing in the sight of her. The last time he'd seen her she was so pale, in hospital, with tubes...so awful. Now she looked so healthy, her skin glowing in rich peach tones against the light blue gauzy summer-dress she wore. Her blonde tresses had grown past her waist, surrounding her like a halo. She looked so serene, so happy, so beautiful. All he wanted was to hold her close to him, to feel her skin under his palms as he had dreamt of for the past three years. But what right had he to dirty her with his touch?
"Oliver? Oliver." He snapped from his revery and gave her his full attention. "Come sit down."
He approached and then veered to the right to sit in the chair beside the bed. Sydney rolled her eyes and half-sighed, half-giggled. "No silly, over here by me."
"Oh," he said as though the thought that she'd want him so close never entered his mind. Oliver sat lightly beside her, fingers laced with tension and resting on his knees. He turned to her slowly, reluctantly. Afraid of what he'd see in her eyes, afraid of what she'd see in his. She'd always read him so easily.
Sydney's eyes searched his own, gently pulling the poison of his pain, his scars from the very core of him. He was so close to breaking. Breathe Sampson, damn you, breathe!
Sydney touched her hand to his forehead feather-light and drew her cool palm down his cheek. His tears began to rise again and he knew this time there would be no containing them. He turned his head from her, almost shyly, childlike.
Sydney gently but firmly cupped his chin and turned him back to face her. Warm tears had started to fall down his cheeks and she wiped them away.
~And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose~
"Sydney, I'm so sor..."
"Shh," she put a finger to his lips, blinking back her own tears. He'd suffered so long, battered by his life before her and tortured further by his involvement with her. "Listen to me. You have nothing to apologize for. Do you hear me? Not one thing." She leaned her forehead to his. Their hands, both trembling, found their way to each other, rubbing, soothing, comforting.
"All you ever did was protect me. It nearly cost you your life, more than once, and I can see it's caused you so much pain. I've caused you..."
"No. No any damage was done by the Committee. You saved me, Sydney. You brought life back into my world again."
"Oliver...I love you."
Oliver pulled back and looked into her eyes, very near to shock. "Why?" was all that he could produce.
Sydney looked at him oddly, as if she couldn't have possibly heard him right and then when she realized she had, she laughed.
Oliver returned her strange glance and smiled despite himself. She touched his face again, the fluttering tight warmth in his lower abdomen returning with the contact. "When I was gone....I knew what had happened and I tried but I couldn't escape. Eventually I discovered that just like a person can learn to control their dreams, I could control my environment. At first I dreamed of my family, making things right for us. But you were my reason for coming back." She brought his hand to her cheek and rubbed the back of his hand. He caressed her there, watching her expression. "I've spent so many nights in your arms, kissed your lips a thousand times." She fixed him with a resolved and tender look. "I'm back in the real world now. I want to make it real. I want to taste those lips. I want to touch your skin. I want you."
"Sydney," Oliver struggled against his constricting throat. He wanted all of her, more than she could possibly know, but he wouldn't allow himself to hurt her, not ever again. "Sydney wait," his shaking hands removed her soft exploring fingers from his face and hair. He stood up. "You've just recovered from a major trauma. It's possible you're confused, that you don't know what you really want, and I don't want to take adva..."
"Dammit Oliver," anger flashed in her emerald eyes as she stood along side him, this was the Sydney he'd first met, the fighter, "nobody is chasing me with guns anymore. I don't need a hero now. I need your touch." Her eyes finally faltered from his and she looked down at the floor. "I need to know I haven't built this thing between us up to something grand in my mind when you don't feel it to. I..."
Sydney was removing all his arguments, all his defenses one by one. Only one remained. "What about Duncan?"
She smiled and looked up. "He and Samantha are expecting any day. I'm going be an aunt."
Dear God. That one gone too, he couldn't stop his hand from delving into her hair, slipping round her head and pulling her to him in a kiss. At first it was gentle, tentative then became harder, rougher with the urgency of their needs. They had waited so long.
Their hands explored each other's torsos, as if each was confirming the other was still there, hadn't vanished as was feared. That seemed to confirm to them that they wouldn't be interrupted, not by long lost lovers or family, not by gunfire or betrayal. The kiss gentled once more, time no longer an issue. They had an eternity, and they intended to enjoy every second of this earned embrace.
Then without warning, one last reservation crept into Oliver's mind. He could handle longing. He'd lived with it for 5 years for Alex and another 3 for Sydney herself. He did not think he could survive knowing her body, letting her have the tiny bit of his heart she didn't already own, and then having her taken from him somehow again. Could he risk that? Her tongue stroked his own and a shiver enveloped him. He knew at that moment he'd risk anything, everything for her, just to have whatever time fate would allow them together. His hand drifted down to her shoulder, to the thin strap of her dress.
~But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break~
Oliver's breath caught as his nimble fingers grazed her skin, slipping the spaghetti straps of her simple sundress off of her shoulders. With one tug, the dress fluttered to the floor. She stood naked except for white lace panties, his arms enclosing her, his hands exploring her smooth bare back.
Sydney nibbled on his lower lip and he smiled. Her graceful hands danced down his shirtfront, liberating his bare chest to her touch. He shrugged it off and pressed into her tightly, sending an almost electric pulse through both of their beings.
He swept her svelte form into his arms and moved to the side of the bed. Oliver lay her gently down, sliding her last article of clothing down her long shapely legs as he pulled back from the bed. For a moment, he merely drank in her naked beauty. She was ethereal. He unfastened his belt, watching her eyes watching his body. His pants soon joined their clothing trail. Sydney smiled at his conspicuous arousal, her arms outstretched to him, beckoning.
Oliver lowered himself beside her and tasted her lips again. His hands traced down her slender neck to her breast. She ached for his touch and he did not disappoint. His hand felt so warm, burning itself into her flesh as he kneaded her. She gasped against his mouth. He pulled back, brushing her cheek with a kiss, and brought his lips down to finish what his hand had started. Sydney cried out his name as his searing tongue flicked at her nipple, his hand venturing lower, stroking her upper inner thigh, torturing, teasing.
"Now. Oliver please. Don't make me wait any longer." He shifted her legs further apart with his hand, returned his kisses to her trembling mouth and slipped inside of her. Her fingers gripped his back, her legs wrapping around him rubbing the backs of his thighs. He tore his mouth from hers in a moan, burying his face in her vanilla scented hair. He shut his eyes, experiencing her, letting her invade all his senses. He had never dreamed of feeling love like this, not with Alex, not with anyone, not even when he imagined Sydney in his arms. It couldn't compare and he knew nothing else ever would.
~And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows~
Oliver rocked inside her slowly, meticulous as in everything he did. Her hands slid to his bottom, enjoying the smooth flesh there. He increased his rhythm in appreciation. He moved his hand down to where there bodies met, his fingers finding her center, massaging her onto a higher plateau. He felt her muscles begin to spasm around him and sped his ministrations. He let her climax pull him over the edge with her, crying her name like a prayer.
As the wave subsided, Oliver kissed her tenderly and slow. Sydney ran a lazy hand through the hair on his chest, damp with exertion. Her legs slipped down from his thighs, remaining entangled with his. He looked into her eyes. She seemed so frail now, so scared. Oliver realized he knew her as well as she knew him. He touched her cheek and smiled warmly. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll never leave you." He brushed her forehead with his lips and nuzzled against her. "Go to sleep now and just let me hold you." She snuggled her cheek to his chest and gripped his arms tightly.
~So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break~
Oliver felt Sydney's gentle breath against his chest and kissed the top of her head. "Oliver?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me you'll be here when I wake up."
He chuckled warmly and tilted her chin to face him. "I love you. I'll be here, I promise. You're stuck with me now." She settled back against him with a small grin and drifted to sleep. He had wanted to ask her to promise him the same thing, but he saw her promise unspoken in her eyes. He stroked her hair and fell into his first contented sleep in 3 years.
~And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows~