Wood and Stone
"Epilogue"
The sun was barely raised, and yet there he was again, ready. It had been a day, a month, a year? They didn't know anymore. Time seemed to speed along and stay still all the same when they were together. He was ready, and yet he hesitated, eager but patience was a virtue. He had never been one for patience, but it had paid off in this.
"Gigi," Oliver whispered as he looked down at her face. She was asleep at the moment; he could feel her breathing rhythmically. Her eye lashes didn't flutter with the pretense of sleep. A mischievous smile crossed his face as he scratched his bare chest, glad that he still looked great, even so close to thirty. He said her name once again before he lifted the edge of the blanket that was covering them.
His hand cupped one of her breast and she murmured slightly as she moved against him reflexively. He didn't even try to suppress a grin. He wanted to take her right then, but he could be patient. He would get his, but at the moment, he could only think of one most perfect way to wake her. His fingers caressed her stomach slightly before they plunged deeper to a more sacred spot. She moaned slightly and twisted slightly.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" Gigi asked sleepily as his mouth caressed her shoulder.
"Nothing," he lied grinning, his mouth meeting hers. She smiled, his mouth on hers, and for a brief moment, Oliver couldn't breathe. He had yet to tell her, but he loved her so much.
"We have to get ready for the rematch against the Hillers, Oliver," Gigi giggled as he shifted slightly and her breathing became uneven. He pulled back a bit, wanting to watch her face as she writhe and moaned at the touch of his fingers.
"We'll be ok," Oliver murmured with great pleasure. A huge smile crossed his face as he could see that she was getting close.
"Two can play at this game," Gigi moaned as her hand encircled his betrayal. He gasped and a smile spread across Gigi's face. She felt him press against her harder, wanting to get her to the finish line quickly before she got him there.
"Gigi," Oliver moaned as his breathing became ragged and uneven. She smiled.
"Always so competitive," Gigi hissed as she bucked. He had won.
"Yup," Oliver said as he pulled her hand free of his very perky betrayal. "I am coming to claim my prize."
Gigi looked up at him as he moved over her, eager to take her in a firm but loving manner. Oliver's mouth found hers and he possessed her, body and soul. She didn't care. He was all she ever wanted. He was the man of her dreams.
A/N: I know, I suck at epilogues, and this doesn't really wrap things up in a neat little package that ends with a "Happily Ever After", but you have to admit. That is one hell of an ending! As always, I am open to any other suggestions. This one is for and dedicated to Turtle. Hope this is how it would be for you and Oliver…