Thanks again, loyal reviewers! I hope y'all are still enjoying the story. I tried to whip this one out a little sooner but various friends just kept interrupting me. I knew I should have stuck to writing at night.
FYI: I'm pretty ambivalent about the Philip/Belle/Shawn triangle. I hesitate to take sides since they all kind of bore me. Philip and Belle just fit the concept of my story better and K2 cracks me up. Hang on though, it's about to get weirder after this.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Philip could not believe that he was lying on a couch making out with Sami Brady at this very moment in time. Truth be told though, HE wasn't really making out with her since she thought he was Lucas and they were doing a little more than making out.
Sami was nothing less than amazing as she tantalized him with her half-naked body—teasing him one second and then attacking him the next. She could feel how ready he was for her and it was driving her crazy. But ever the perfectionist when it came to sex, if Lucas was only halfway on his game, he would keep her hanging on for quite a while longer.
She decided to tease him anyway. "You're not getting ahead of yourself, are you Lucas? You have a long way to go you know," Sami purred seductively.
Philip just moaned at the thought. He didn't think he would be able to last too long with what she was doing to his body. He was trying to live up to her challenge but he knew he was dealing with a champion. It was becoming clear rather quickly that Sami might just be way out of his league.
She had originally told him under no uncertain terms that she was expecting to be thoroughly taken by him if he wanted to keep all of his parts intact. But never one to be patient, she had quickly taken over and at this very moment was running her warm, wet tongue over one of his nipples. 'What is this woman doing to me? Actually, I know exactly what she's doing but I could never have imagined that it would feel this amazing. I just hope I can keep up.'
But if he was going down—in defeat that is—he was going to make it one hell of a ride. By now, all reason had left him—not the thought of what Lucas would do if he found out, not the thought of what could have been a special night with Belle and certainly not the disturbing fact that he had inexplicably switched bodies with his brother. All he could feel was this beautiful woman above him who clearly knew what she was doing and how well to do it.
Sami acknowledged that she had probably gotten a little ahead of herself but since she made the rules to their little game, she could surely break them. Besides, she felt so comfortable with Lucas that whenever they got intimate, she wanted to give into him and their love completely. Even when they were hating each other it was a compatible kind of hate. But now that they were in love, their compatibility made everything so much better.
However, he was acting rather strangely right now. For one thing, they both still had an awful lot of clothes on. They both tended to enjoy stripping each other down slowly but it was unusual for them not to be completely naked by now. He was also being awfully quiet and Lucas wasn't the kind of guy who ever shut up, especially in bed. Maybe he just needed some encouragement.
"Oh baby, you're making me so hot right now." There, that ought to get his juices flowing. Then they'd be even.
She leaned back up so that she was sitting over his throbbing manhood making sure to run her nails down his chest and stomach. While continuing to grind herself on top of him, she lifted up the bottom of her negligee and swiftly slipped it over her head.
When Philip got the full view of Sami—that is the full view of her voluptuous breasts and all that silky skin leading to the skimpiest of underwear—he knew he was a goner. He ran his hands tentatively down her body and closed his eyes thinking how horribly twisted this was. But he was completely unable to stop himself. He knew it was only a matter of time.
"Sami, I need to be with you right now." That was all he could get out considering where the majority of his cognitive efforts were focused.
Sami stopped and looked at him quizzically. 'What! He needs to be with me right now—that's the best he can do?' She could tell that he wanted her badly but did she have to do everything tonight? If this was how he was going to be then she foresaw a long road to the alter. It seemed that when she had told him to 'ravish her,' he had heard 'lay back and enjoy the ride.' She agreed with his earlier statement that she was giving in bed but he was taking it a little too far. Well, she'd give him something alright.
If Philip had had any brain cells left that were not focused on sex, he would have been able to detect the shift in Sami's mood and minimize the injuries that were about to befall him. But as it was, he was enjoying the feel of Sami's body rubbing against his and thinking about what he was going to do with all the tasty flesh she had exposed to him. Therefore, it came as quite a shock when Sami quickly climbed off of his lap and pushed him to the floor.
"What the Hell is wrong with you Lucas!" Philip was slow to come around still reveling in a fog of lust and desire but when he registered the sound of fury in Sami's voice, he diverted his attentions as fast as his sex-focused mind would allow. He couldn't help but cringe in fear when he looked up and saw her angry figure looming over him from the couch.
'She wouldn't hurt me right? She loves me—I mean Lucas. Maybe this is part of their foreplay. She gets mad, he reacts and then they have mind-blowing make-up sex. I'm voting for that scenario.' He couldn't help feeling a bit exposed and vulnerable after the heavy action they were engaged in just 30 seconds ago. 'What could have pissed her off that quickly? Really, what's her problem now?' Although he still held a healthy amount of fear in his eyes, he was quickly becoming irritated by her unpredictable mood swings.
Now Sami knew something was off. She had had a lot of run-ins with the citizens of Salem and given her history, most everyone was a little bit afraid of her—well, maybe not Victor Kiriakis but most people. On the other hand, Lucas, for all his annoying as well as endearing traits, had never been afraid of her. Whenever she pushed his buttons in the worst way, he just came back with some lethal comeuppance of his own. Although she hated to admit it (and would never admit it to him) Lucas knew her better than anyone so he had gotten good at navigating her moods—a little too good truth be told.
She was pulling her usual drama queen antics to express her displeasure with him. On the Sami scale of aggression it was about a 1.5 but Lucas was looking at her like she had just pulled a knife on his mother (that sure had been fun). Under normal circumstances he would have been on her case by now, not looking like she was going to go Lorena Bobbitt on him. In fact, under normal circumstances, Lucas wouldn't have pissed her off in the first place.
She threw her negligee back on and started to yell at him in earnest. "So I'm giving in bed am I? That's what you told me not even a couple of hours ago. Well, I'll show you how giving I can be Mr. Lazyboy." Philip had no time to dodge out of the way as Sami balled up their blanket from the couch and threw it at his head. It was then followed by two couch pillows. He would have thought they'd be softer. "How do you like that Lucas," Sami said before leaping off the couch.
'The verdict is in—this woman is completely insane. Certifiable.' Philip thought. Sami was hot but there was no way in the world he would want to come home to this loony bin every night no matter how good the sex. Lucas could have her all to himself for the rest of his life for all he cared—what a sucker. He hadn't done a thing to her and she was going off like he had called out another woman's name.
"Sami, what's wrong?" Philip asked still completely clueless about what had set her off. He was looking at her like she had grown two heads and an extra boob--part ignorance, part lust.
"'What's wrong, Sami?' That's all you have to say? You are so pathetic Lucas. I'll give you something good." She walked over to the dresser by the door and picked up an unidentifiable object.
As Lucas' keys hit Philip in the forehead, it was clear that slow reflexes must run in the family—or maybe it had something to do with Lucas' head.
"Why don't you take your keys and your lazy hormones and go back to you own apartment. Then maybe you can figure out how to enjoy my 'giving' nature from down the hall." Philip could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears and he hadn't even done anything. Little did he know that that was exactly why Sami was pissed off.
'Well, if Lucas wanted to wake up to this every morning then good luck.' He knew he should try to salvage some parts of the encounter for Lucas' sake. He felt bad thinking of Lucas coming back to his body at the top of Sami's hit list with no recollection of how he got there. But as far as Philip was concerned, this chick was crazy and he wasn't going to tangle with her.
Then a horrific thought struck him. 'What if Lucas and I can't get back to our own bodies. What if I'm stuck here forever. No one would believe this crazy story—they'd think we'd both lost it.' Not that he didn't love his brother but when he contemplated spending a lifetime in Lucas' body it made him physically ill.
He had to find Lucas and fast--as soon as he got past Tropical Storm Sami. He laughed to himself about his new name for her--she could even be her own Barbie Doll. It would come with a set of knives and a Ouija board for predicting her moods.
'Ok, enough of this crap. I'm getting out of here,' Philip thought as he got up. Sami was standing there with her arms crossed in front of her waiting for some kind of response. He thought his best strategy was to stay calm and make a clean getaway. He held his hands out in front of him in a sign of surrender and carefully tried to make his way to the door. "I don't know what I did Sami but I'm really sorry. I think going back to my place is a really good idea right now."
Apparently that was the wrong response. Philip thought she couldn't get any madder but as usual, he had underestimated Sami Brady.
Sami swore she was physically seeing red right now. The last 24 hours had been a real roller coaster ride and she was really feeling the rush at this very moment. She went over a quick recap in her mind of the last 20 minutes in an attempt to find some hint of sanity in Lucas' behavior. First, he wakes her up to have sex; then when she starts getting into it, he lays there and acts like he's not interested anymore; to make matters worse, he provokes her by implying that he's worlds better than Brandon and Austin—stupid men and their egos. Of course, when she tries to give him a second chance to push their little encounter back into the steamy category, he expects her to do all the work despite her direct order to the contrary! To top it all off, when she gets mad at him, he acts completely weird and has the audacity to try and walk out on her without even the slightest attempt to fight back. The nerve of him! If she didn't love him so much she would kick his ass into next week.
"Fine then Lucas—go! But first I want you to know that you are the sorriest excuse for a man—no, the sorriest excuse for a human being ever to exist and I can't wait to get you out of my sight." As Lucas headed for the door she went to stomp off to her bedroom. From there she could give the door a nice, satisfying slam—something she clearly wasn't going to get tonight.
Philip figured that it was safest to not say anything and leave quickly. His attempts at talking had only gotten him in worse trouble with her. 'Whatever Sami—I'm feeling the love all over. This is all very heartwarming but I'm outta here to go find my real body and get back to loving on the right woman. Oh Lord, what was I thinking trying to hook up with you.'
He kept these thoughts to himself though. Sami Brady was obviously the most high-maintenance, most moody, most unpredictable woman on the planet—that just happens to have one hell of a rack. Man, she was a fine specimen of the female species. But from now on, he'd stick with the perfect girl for him--Belle Black. She was the most beautiful and special woman he could ever hope to be with. Besides, even if she was a little whiney, and kind of a goody-goody, she was a wonderful, caring person and definitely not crazy like his brother's future wife.
The last time Philip looked, Sami had been heading to her bedroom in a huff. Since his back was to her he didn't notice the shimmering cloud that Sami walked right through but he instantly felt strange as he was unable to move his body from his position in front of the door.