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Chapter 5
Neither of them new how long they had been there; the storm had subsided and it was raining gently, mirroring the calmness that had taken hold of both Sydney and Vaughn. They sat where they had fallen and after what had felt like hours to them, were leaning up against each other, Sydney's head resting just below the base of Vaughn's neck; their heavy breathing had created an obscure, sad rhythm. Neither of them had spoken in a long time, and Vaughn sighed sorrowfully. She read him instantly; his pain was still evident. He casually rested his head back so it lay on top of hers tenderly. He felt her inhale sharply- the intimate and loving contact awaking the dormant pain within her.
"Syd?" he whispered warmly
"Yer?" she responded modestly
"I-I'm... I need you to know- "
"No Vaughn. Please. Not-not again, I can't handle it- not this time" she sobbed
"No," he interjected softly, "I'm not going to hurt you again- I promise. I-I can't." he continued shakily, both were still collapsed on the ground. "Whatever we say and whatever we do- whatever happens, I w-will always be yours." He didn't let her hear him sob at the end of his small declaration; he knew her emotional stability, like his, was hanging precariously over an edge, waiting to fall. He turned his body to face hers, her exhausted form falling to wherever his body was absent. She found herself resting against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. As she began to shiver from the dampness of her clothes, he wrapped his arms around her, always subconsciously trying to protect her. A faint smile graced her features as she allowed the tender and loving actions between them to evolve. She still hurt fiercely, as did he, but only Vaughn could quell her fears, and make the pain settle, if just for a little while. She would only lie like this for a few minutes she told herself, just a little while longer. Part of her was screaming 'You gave up, you let him win' but she dismissed the voice after sleepily realising to him, this was not a game, he had suffered as much as she had. Vaughn was a casualty of consequence too.
He realised he was crossing a very dangerous line; he couldn't bare the thought of inflicting anymore pain upon his Syd, the one he swore he would always love and remember, the very girl he promised to always to protect. Pain rippled through him as his body recalled what it was like to hold her again, and he ached, realising the extreme state of grief he would experience after she would tear her body from his. Vaughn had unintentionally begun to caress the base of her neck with the back of his fingers, letting the tips dance across her skin lazily every now and then. With of the base of his palm he wiped his glassy, weary eyes, refusing to let another tear escape.
Her breathing had slowed now and he knew her eyes were closed, but her face still communicated a troubled emotional state. He softly slid his arms under her slender thighs, ignoring the sensation passing through his body. She slid her hands up his chest, to gracefully curve around his neck. They shivered pleasantly at the gentle touch they were bestowing upon each other; she was in that place between asleep and awake, where she wasn't distressed by her problems, and she so fondly remembered from her time with Vaughn. He recalled those times vividly also- he would teasingly let his fingers and lips softly caress her body as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, watching a small grin toy with her lips. Every gentle moan that she produced managed to signal some of the most arousing and intimate moments the two shared. They both smiled inwardly and subconsciously at the shared memory, not realising they were recollecting the same vibrant memories. Neither of them could understand how the storm between them had managed to calm so dramatically, and as Vaughn tried to comprehend if she would ever truly forgive him, it suddenly dawned upon him they were no longer at the pier.
Fifteen minutes later, Vaughn arrived at Syd's house. He knew, for her, it would never be a home, but just a place to sleep. He wished so hard that he could stay here with her- that this could be their house, but a loud clinking of metal on wood as his knuckles grazed the frame of the door jolted him out his thoughts. Lauren. Oh God, what was he going to do? He had tried so hard to reconcile with Syd, to express his grief- but he doubted he had managed too achieve that at all- in fact he was sure the events of the evening had caused even more damage- what was Syd going to think when she woke in the morning to feel the warmth of his touch absent from her body? And she would know he was with Lauren instead of her- that despite his pleading words, ultimately, he had chosen Lauren. He closed the door behind him gently, carefully kicking of his shoes and padding through the living room into what he hoped was her bedroom.
Sydney groaned as he laid her on the bed; her aching muscles causing her aggravation even in sleep. He smiled sadly realising how far she was pushed, and how much she pushed herself. Ignoring their awkward history, he slowly began to undress her, careful not to let his fingers graze her skin too often, the mixture of pain and pleasure frightening him. He cringed at his unfaithfulness, only to assure himself he was just taking care of someone he cared about very, very deeply for. Besides, the emotional neglect in his and Lauren's marriage (from both sides) was ridiculous. He was sure this charade could not and would not continue for much longer, and he had been contemplating a separation for a while now.
If he hadn't been her lover, he was certain placing Sydney sweetly on the bed in her underwear would be considered crossing a line- a major, perverted line, but his intentions were loving and kind, and she would silently acknowledge and accept this in the morning without him knowing. He slowly made his way over to some drawers, discovering a pair of comfortable looking grey sweats and a slightly fitted t-shirt. He slipped the pyjama bottoms over her legs delicately and dressed her in her tee, leaving her underwear very much on. He knew that would be too far, their relationship did have a prominent element of intimacy, but that was then. This is now.
He gently placed her on the bed as if afraid he would break her. He smoothly placed her duvet cover over her relaxed yet tensed body; he wanted to kiss her so badly, every fibre of his body ached for her, but he knew it was not the right time, they still had issues to work through, lots and lots of issues.
He softly padded through her home as she slept off the fatigues of her emotions. He was tired and cold, and had a deep urge to vent his emotions.
"Shame there isn't an ice rink close" he mused out loud. He began looking at Sydney's home. He felt so sorry for her- this place was so un-Syd. It screamed of loneliness, and the dark woods and paint made it feel shady and miserable. There were no personal touches, not one single photograph. It was the picture of objectivity, providing no warmth or safety, not allowing anyone to feel at home. 'Oh Sydney' he thought 'I am so, so sorry'
He shivered violently, and after discovering the cause: his damp clothes, he walked slowly back into her room to check she was all right. He quickly shed his clothes swiftly, ignoring the objections of his muscles and through them in a soggy heap on the floor. He stood only in his boxers, and after deciding this entire situation was amazingly inappropriate after the events of the last five months, and even the last five hours, he went into what he believed to be a guest room in search for Eric's spare clothes. Even though he was never told of their relationship, Vaughn was a smart man. He knew Eric slept over at Syd's often and vice versa, and so was confident clothes would be present. He was right. Vaughn was saddened as he placed the large hockey sweater over his head, as Eric could be there for Syd when he couldn't. He also knew he was probably a diplomatic shoulder to cry on, being friends with both disastrous parties.
He sat at the side of her bed on the floor, close enough to hear her breathing, but far away enough not to cause discomfort. His legs were bent up infront of him as he reclined against the comfortable mattress. He was so so tired, physically and emotionally exhausted. He turned his body slightly so that his head inclined at an angle that allowed him to see Sydney. His eyelids became extremely heavy as his eyes and heart stung. This is bad. Very bad. His mind screamed at him, but it was too late. Vaughn's had fallen asleep next to Sydney, subconsciously terrified of what was going to occur when they woke. Silently and in sleep his had travelled to hers, mingling their fingers affectionately, which now humbly lay on her bare stomach. His last thoughts were telling ones; this was not then end, this was only the eye of the storm, and the animosity and pain would most definitely return in this malicious little game fate was playing.
Pleeeease review! Your all giving up on me! Look at me weeping and stuff...Please excuse my strangeness and ignore what I just said and review the fic!
Thanks to my reviewers- Enjoy! love dani xxx
Chapter 5
Neither of them new how long they had been there; the storm had subsided and it was raining gently, mirroring the calmness that had taken hold of both Sydney and Vaughn. They sat where they had fallen and after what had felt like hours to them, were leaning up against each other, Sydney's head resting just below the base of Vaughn's neck; their heavy breathing had created an obscure, sad rhythm. Neither of them had spoken in a long time, and Vaughn sighed sorrowfully. She read him instantly; his pain was still evident. He casually rested his head back so it lay on top of hers tenderly. He felt her inhale sharply- the intimate and loving contact awaking the dormant pain within her.
"Syd?" he whispered warmly
"Yer?" she responded modestly
"I-I'm... I need you to know- "
"No Vaughn. Please. Not-not again, I can't handle it- not this time" she sobbed
"No," he interjected softly, "I'm not going to hurt you again- I promise. I-I can't." he continued shakily, both were still collapsed on the ground. "Whatever we say and whatever we do- whatever happens, I w-will always be yours." He didn't let her hear him sob at the end of his small declaration; he knew her emotional stability, like his, was hanging precariously over an edge, waiting to fall. He turned his body to face hers, her exhausted form falling to wherever his body was absent. She found herself resting against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. As she began to shiver from the dampness of her clothes, he wrapped his arms around her, always subconsciously trying to protect her. A faint smile graced her features as she allowed the tender and loving actions between them to evolve. She still hurt fiercely, as did he, but only Vaughn could quell her fears, and make the pain settle, if just for a little while. She would only lie like this for a few minutes she told herself, just a little while longer. Part of her was screaming 'You gave up, you let him win' but she dismissed the voice after sleepily realising to him, this was not a game, he had suffered as much as she had. Vaughn was a casualty of consequence too.
He realised he was crossing a very dangerous line; he couldn't bare the thought of inflicting anymore pain upon his Syd, the one he swore he would always love and remember, the very girl he promised to always to protect. Pain rippled through him as his body recalled what it was like to hold her again, and he ached, realising the extreme state of grief he would experience after she would tear her body from his. Vaughn had unintentionally begun to caress the base of her neck with the back of his fingers, letting the tips dance across her skin lazily every now and then. With of the base of his palm he wiped his glassy, weary eyes, refusing to let another tear escape.
Her breathing had slowed now and he knew her eyes were closed, but her face still communicated a troubled emotional state. He softly slid his arms under her slender thighs, ignoring the sensation passing through his body. She slid her hands up his chest, to gracefully curve around his neck. They shivered pleasantly at the gentle touch they were bestowing upon each other; she was in that place between asleep and awake, where she wasn't distressed by her problems, and she so fondly remembered from her time with Vaughn. He recalled those times vividly also- he would teasingly let his fingers and lips softly caress her body as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, watching a small grin toy with her lips. Every gentle moan that she produced managed to signal some of the most arousing and intimate moments the two shared. They both smiled inwardly and subconsciously at the shared memory, not realising they were recollecting the same vibrant memories. Neither of them could understand how the storm between them had managed to calm so dramatically, and as Vaughn tried to comprehend if she would ever truly forgive him, it suddenly dawned upon him they were no longer at the pier.
Fifteen minutes later, Vaughn arrived at Syd's house. He knew, for her, it would never be a home, but just a place to sleep. He wished so hard that he could stay here with her- that this could be their house, but a loud clinking of metal on wood as his knuckles grazed the frame of the door jolted him out his thoughts. Lauren. Oh God, what was he going to do? He had tried so hard to reconcile with Syd, to express his grief- but he doubted he had managed too achieve that at all- in fact he was sure the events of the evening had caused even more damage- what was Syd going to think when she woke in the morning to feel the warmth of his touch absent from her body? And she would know he was with Lauren instead of her- that despite his pleading words, ultimately, he had chosen Lauren. He closed the door behind him gently, carefully kicking of his shoes and padding through the living room into what he hoped was her bedroom.
Sydney groaned as he laid her on the bed; her aching muscles causing her aggravation even in sleep. He smiled sadly realising how far she was pushed, and how much she pushed herself. Ignoring their awkward history, he slowly began to undress her, careful not to let his fingers graze her skin too often, the mixture of pain and pleasure frightening him. He cringed at his unfaithfulness, only to assure himself he was just taking care of someone he cared about very, very deeply for. Besides, the emotional neglect in his and Lauren's marriage (from both sides) was ridiculous. He was sure this charade could not and would not continue for much longer, and he had been contemplating a separation for a while now.
If he hadn't been her lover, he was certain placing Sydney sweetly on the bed in her underwear would be considered crossing a line- a major, perverted line, but his intentions were loving and kind, and she would silently acknowledge and accept this in the morning without him knowing. He slowly made his way over to some drawers, discovering a pair of comfortable looking grey sweats and a slightly fitted t-shirt. He slipped the pyjama bottoms over her legs delicately and dressed her in her tee, leaving her underwear very much on. He knew that would be too far, their relationship did have a prominent element of intimacy, but that was then. This is now.
He gently placed her on the bed as if afraid he would break her. He smoothly placed her duvet cover over her relaxed yet tensed body; he wanted to kiss her so badly, every fibre of his body ached for her, but he knew it was not the right time, they still had issues to work through, lots and lots of issues.
He softly padded through her home as she slept off the fatigues of her emotions. He was tired and cold, and had a deep urge to vent his emotions.
"Shame there isn't an ice rink close" he mused out loud. He began looking at Sydney's home. He felt so sorry for her- this place was so un-Syd. It screamed of loneliness, and the dark woods and paint made it feel shady and miserable. There were no personal touches, not one single photograph. It was the picture of objectivity, providing no warmth or safety, not allowing anyone to feel at home. 'Oh Sydney' he thought 'I am so, so sorry'
He shivered violently, and after discovering the cause: his damp clothes, he walked slowly back into her room to check she was all right. He quickly shed his clothes swiftly, ignoring the objections of his muscles and through them in a soggy heap on the floor. He stood only in his boxers, and after deciding this entire situation was amazingly inappropriate after the events of the last five months, and even the last five hours, he went into what he believed to be a guest room in search for Eric's spare clothes. Even though he was never told of their relationship, Vaughn was a smart man. He knew Eric slept over at Syd's often and vice versa, and so was confident clothes would be present. He was right. Vaughn was saddened as he placed the large hockey sweater over his head, as Eric could be there for Syd when he couldn't. He also knew he was probably a diplomatic shoulder to cry on, being friends with both disastrous parties.
He sat at the side of her bed on the floor, close enough to hear her breathing, but far away enough not to cause discomfort. His legs were bent up infront of him as he reclined against the comfortable mattress. He was so so tired, physically and emotionally exhausted. He turned his body slightly so that his head inclined at an angle that allowed him to see Sydney. His eyelids became extremely heavy as his eyes and heart stung. This is bad. Very bad. His mind screamed at him, but it was too late. Vaughn's had fallen asleep next to Sydney, subconsciously terrified of what was going to occur when they woke. Silently and in sleep his had travelled to hers, mingling their fingers affectionately, which now humbly lay on her bare stomach. His last thoughts were telling ones; this was not then end, this was only the eye of the storm, and the animosity and pain would most definitely return in this malicious little game fate was playing.
Pleeeease review! Your all giving up on me! Look at me weeping and stuff...Please excuse my strangeness and ignore what I just said and review the fic!