Confounding Feelings, Part 7.
It was exactly seven o'clock in the morning as Oliver Thredson waited patiently outside of Sister Jude's office. He had woken up just in time and managed not to awaken Lana on his way out. His fingers drummed nervously against the scalpel hidden in his jacket pocket as he waited for the nun's arrival. The doctor decided that he would not attend a meeting such as this with no means of defense. Jude had personally told him that she never forgot anything, and should she give him a reason to attack, Oliver would make sure she would never forget to cross him again.
Oliver checked his watch. An annoyed scoff left him. The woman was fifteen minutes late after telling him to be on time, no exceptions. His dark brown eyes rolled as his dress shoes began tapping impatiently against the wood of the asylum floor. The psychiatrist's thoughts drifted to Lana Winters as he anxiously ground his teeth together. There was no way in hell he was losing the woman he loved because of his own foolishness. Lana was an angel and she never belonged in this god forsaken place. He had known that from the moment he laid eyes on her. Though deep down, a selfless part of himself wondered if she would be better off in the long run without him. Oliver had to shake that feeling. Lana had told him herself that she didn't want to leave him, so he would fight for her to stay by his side.
Dr. Thredson's thoughts were cut short as he heard the telltale sound of heels clacking against the wood floor, coming in his direction. Luckily, Sister Jude was alone as she approached him. He desperately tried to stifle his rage and force his professional persona. From this moment on, he had to act as normal as possible to erase all suspicion. Oliver forced a smile as the blonde approached him. "Dr. Thredson, I'm so sorry I'm late. We had another patient attempt to escape. It's been an eventful morning." Sister Jude explained, though deep down Oliver knew she was simply toying with him. The very thought had the psychiatrist wanting to choke her.
Instead, he nodded and opened Jude's office door to allow her in before him. "It's no problem, Sister. After you." The tiny nun nodded, her expression complacent. She moved confidently into the room and took a seat at the chair behind her desk. Oliver took a seat on the other side and folded his arms impatiently across his chest. The nun didn't say anything right away, she simply watched him for a minute or two. It was as though she could see right through him.
"Well, as I'm sure you recall, we're meeting here today to speak about the disappearance of Lana Winters." Sister Jude said, one of her eyebrows raised as she watched Oliver closely. The doctor nodded, but said nothing. Sister Jude continued, her voice as condescending as ever. "Nobody in this facility is still quite sure how she escaped. Someone must be keeping her. Someone with the resources to care for her, someone who cares about her." The blonde woman's blue eyes narrowed as she waited for Oliver to intervene. Still, the handsome doctor said nothing. The nun leaned in a little closer to him, her expression one of suspicion. "You've always been fond of her, Thredson. Don't think I didn't notice. What have you done to her?"
Laughter was Oliver's first reaction. His whole body shook and his eyes closed as he leaned forward slightly in his seat. "You are so pretentious. You speak as though you care about her well being." His laughter stopped, his expression becoming serious as he perched his elbows on his knees, leaning in closer to Sister Jude. "Considering the awful things you've done, not only to her, but to the others, I'm surprised you even called this meeting. I know you think you're doing this to save your image. It looks bad if a patient escapes on your watch. However," Oliver paused, moving to stand, his hand tracing the outline of the scalpel in his pocket. He couldn't help smiling as Sister Jude sunk back in her chair, fear flashing in her eyes. "No matter what you do, you're going to look like the bad guy."
Now indignant, Jude slammed her fists against her desk and stood abruptly. "I am not the bad guy! I am a woman of God! I am helping these people, whether you believe it or not!" The nun shouted in Oliver's face, her bony hands shaking and clenched as she pounded the desk again. Papers on the desk shook and flew off, the nun's breath was shallow, a wild look shadowed in her blue eyes. In an instant, Oliver rounded the desk, removed the scalpel from his pocket, and pressed Sister Jude against the wall. The blade of the small utensil pressed into her veiny neck, and she gasped at the sharp sensation.
Oliver glared down at the religious figure, his free hand pressed hard against her shoulder, trapping her effectively. "Let me make one thing very clear. You have not helped anyone, not a single soul, in this whole asylum. You have maimed, tortured and tormented these people. Including my Lana." The doctor pressed the scalpel hard enough into Jude's neck to draw blood. The older woman gasped, her tiny hands grasping at Oliver's wrist desperately. "I should kill you for what you've done to her!" Dr. Thredson's voice raised, rage filled his being.
Despite how angry he was, Oliver knew that Lana would be deeply disappointed and maybe even scared of him if he murdered Sister Jude. The thought of her alone was enough for him to loosen his hold on the nun. "Consider this to be my notice. I will not be working here any longer." Thredson put the scalpel back in his pocket, but kept a hand firmly against Jude's shoulder. Their eyes met as they regarded each other with distrust. "And if you say anything... Anything at all... About Lana or myself... To anybody... I will find you and I will kill you." With that said, Oliver backed off, releasing Sister Jude with a smile. The nun looked horrified, but didn't say anything or move to do anything to the psychiatrist.
Oliver straightened his tie and ran a hand through his coifed black hair as he sighed. Sister Jude was frozen, she hadn't moved from her place against the wall. She raised a shaking hand to her throat and stared at Dr. Thredson as he was walking toward the office door. His hand froze on the handle, and he turned to look at Jude one last time. "You once told me you never forget anything. Well, neither do I." Their eyes met. Oliver's dark brown eyes glowed with rage as he watched the nun slide to the floor, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. "Please keep that in mind before you do anything rash. I am very protective of Lana. If anything is done to compromise her happiness, I will tear this world apart, piece by bloody piece." Satisfied by the fear he had seen, Oliver slipped out of Jude's office and quickly made his way to his car.
Thankfully, no one attempted to apprehend his escape. The doctor got into his car and sped off to his house. Oliver couldn't help the smile that filled out his lips. He was on his way home to see Lana. His sweet, sweet Lana. He couldn't wait to kiss her and hold her. The dark haired man pulled into his driveway and burst into the house. His heart was racing as he entered his bedroom. There she was. Lana Winters was still sleeping in the nude of her side of his bed. Oliver sighed in relief and pulled all his clothes off as well as his glasses and got back into bed beside her.
The shifting of the bed made Lana stir, a quiet whine escaping her lips. Oliver curled his larger body around her's, holding her possessively against him. From this day forward, he was never letting her go. The writer turned to face him, her brown eyes opening ever so slightly to look at her lover. She smiled, and then her head snapped over towards his alarm clock. It was now 7:45. "Please tell me you went to that meeting..." Her voice was mumbled as she watched Oliver pensively. The doctor nodded and traced his fingers lazily up and down the smaller woman's arms.
"Of course I did. That evil woman will not be bothering us again." Lana pulled away at this, her eyes filled with worry. "Don't worry. She's alive." Oliver explained, waving a hand dismissively as he spoke. A sigh escaped Lana's lips as she fell lax against him. She thanked whatever forces were out there that he hadn't done anything rash. Her eyes drifted closed as she pressed her ear against Oliver's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
"So, what did happen then?" The brunette asked, nervously biting her lip as she posed the question. Oliver explained the story in detail, and when he spoke of threatening Sister Jude, Lana slapped him sharply on the arm. "Oliver! You could be in jail right now!"
With a confident smirk, he said, "But I'm not, now am I?" His partner groaned in aggravation and she shook her head disapprovingly against his chest. "I needed to make my point, Lana. Do you think I would be here right now if I didn't prove to be a loose cannon?" Lana knew he had a point. She sighed, pulling away to look up at him. The look in Oliver's eyes made her breath catch in her throat. Not only did she see love shining in those black eyes, she also saw tears beginning to gather in the corners. "I swore to protect you. I always will, Lana... If you'll let me." Even after all they had been through together, the doctor still seemed unsure about their relationship.
Lana shook her head, smiling up at her partner. She leaned in to kiss his lips and stroked her hand through his hair. "There's no place else I'd rather be." The journalist whispered. Oliver smiled, his lips trembling slightly as he held in the tears that threatened to fall. He pulled her back into his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Ms. Winters still could not believe just how real her feelings for Oliver Thredson were becoming. Half the time she could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth. But she meant every word.
Lana breathed in Oliver's scent deeply through her nose as they cuddled against one another. She moaned at the pleasing scent of his cologne and relished the warmth of his body against her own. The journalist could feel her body beginning to tingle with arousal as she could now feel every inch of her lover's bare skin. She never thought she could find a man's body attractive. Especially not one as muscular and as tall as Oliver's was, but his body turned her on like nothing else. Lana sat up on the bed and pushed Oliver onto his back by his shoulders. The doctor smirked up at her as she straddled him. "Eager, aren't we?" Oliver commented with a chuckle.
Lana silenced him with a fierce kiss, her tongue wasted no time in finding his. The journalist ground her hips against his, attempting to find some relief. She was pleased to find him hard and ready. Lana shifted her hips, finding the perfect angle for his erection rub deliciously against her clit. The two broke away from their kiss, both of them moaning their satisfaction. Oliver's hands found their place on her hips. He acted as an anchor, guiding her frantic movements. The wetness of Lana's sex against Oliver's hardness was driving him wild. His hips moved of their own accord, matching her uneven pace.
"Oh! Oliver!" Lana cried as a particular thrust of his left her wanting more. She desperately needed him inside of her. Her sex was clenching in anticipation of having him sheathed inside of her once more. With a groan, Oliver sat up and lifted Lana over his head. He positioned her on her hands and knees and sat up on his knees, moving behind her. The dark haired doctor grabbed her wrists and held them together behind her back. Lana Winters was trembling with excitement and she sighed as she felt Oliver's cock brushing against her slick folds. "Inside! I need you inside of me, Oliver!" The tiny brunette whimpered, wishing she could look into her lover's dark eyes. However, there was something thrilling about being put into a new position.
"I know, baby..." The handsome man responded quietly. Still thrusting himself slowly between her labia, Oliver smirked at the view he had of their grinding bodies and at the sound of Lana's pleas. "Do you need to come, Lana?" Oliver whispered darkly, snapping his hips sharply so his partner could feel the added friction of his hardness against her clitoris. The writer moaned at the sensation and the doctor tightened his hold on her wrists as he plunged himself inside of her pussy. The couple moaned, their bodies were perfectly still. Lana's mind went blank. She had never felt Oliver pressed so deeply inside of her and she decided she loved this position. It was as though she could feel every inch of his girth stretching her and she couldn't help the screams spilling from her mouth as he began pounding into her. Lana also loved the feeling of helplessness as she couldn't use her hands. Her eyes screwed shut as she listened to Oliver's dirty talk.
"You are so tight, baby! So wet, so hot! Fuck!" The psychiatrist's voice was deepened by his thrumming arousal, his brow was pinched as he thrusted with all the strength he had in his body. The headboard as smacking rhythmically against the wall from the intensity of their passionate romp. Oliver growled as she tightened her muscles around him in time with his movements. He used one hand to keep her wrists restrained and used his free hand to pull on her soft brown hair. Lana let her head fall back with the tug and couldn't contain herself as she could now see her partner's face clearly. Sweat was dripping from his brow from the physical exertion of their lovemaking, and his eyes were shut, his face twisted from what she assumed to be pleasure.
"Oliver..." The writer called his name, bringing his attention to her face. Their eyes met and a smile lit up Oliver's dark features. He twisted her hair a little, groaning as he thrusted even harder inside of her. The pair watched one another, moaning as they moved in sync to reach completion. Lana could feel herself quickly reaching her precipice. Oliver released her hair and her wrists and placed his hands firmly on her thin hips. His movements stilled, and Lana whimpered as he pulled out of her.
The brunette turned to face him, her cheeks were red as she saw the determined look on Oliver's face. "I need to see your face when you come..." Was all the doctor said before pulling her underneath him. Ms. Winters shivered as Dr. Thredson leaned in and began sucking insistently on one of her nipples. He thrust very suddenly back inside of her and set a wild pace. Lana grasped onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his hips and squeezed him desperately. One of the dark haired man's hands snuck between their sweaty bodies to rub her little nub and his mouth pulled away from her nipple to latch onto her neck. Oliver smirked to himself as Lana cooed, her nails now dragging against his skin as he took her over and over again.
A dirty, but wonderful idea struck the young woman suddenly. She dug her foot harshly into Oliver's lower back as he crashed repeatedly inside of her. "Oh, Doctor Thredson!" Lana whimpered. The journalist had to repress a smirk at the change in expression on Oliver's face. She had never seen such desperation written all over his face. He released her nipple with a ragged sigh. His broad shoulders fell forward as his forehead rested against her chest, his thrusts becoming faster. "I feel so hot! I'm so close, doctor! Please! I need to come!"
Thredson's movements became jerky at her proclamation. He kept his thumb circling fiercely against her clit and after a particularly hard squeeze from Lana's wet inner muscles, Oliver was coming. "Lana! Oh God, yes!" He crooned, still pumping her, waiting for her to come with him. A broken moan left his partner as he felt the telltale clenching of her walls around him. She was coming. Lana's hands clenched tightly against Oliver's back as she spasmed around him, her lips spilling his name like a mantra. The psychiatrist drew out their tryst, still plunging into Lana's tight pussy minutes after they had both reached their peak. Oliver's breathing was heavy as he finally stopped. He stayed pressed inside of her and pulled her up into his lap and his arms.
"You're amazing," Ms. Winters breathed, her body still shaking from the aftermath of extreme pleasure. Their brown eyes met, both of them attempting to catch their breath. Lana leaned into Oliver's neck and peppered tiny open mouthed kisses across the sweaty expanse of his skin. "I love you." She continued amorously. This time, they both knew she meant it. There was no doubt in Lana's mind that it was love that she felt for Oliver Thredson. The young woman had come to fully understand him. All Oliver needed was some love to begin recovering. Of course, he wasn't totally coherent yet, but in time, she was sure he could become completely sane.
The doctor pressed his forehead against his partner's shoulder, his body weakened from the physical exertion of passionate sex. "I love you, too." Oliver mumbled tiredly against the soft skin of her tiny shoulder. Lana smiled, moving to massage the man's slumped shoulders. He grunted at the pleasurable kneading of her small hands. His own hands were lightly tracing up and down the writer's spine.
"So what do we do now?" Lana asked quietly, her voice uncertain. Oliver shrugged the shoulders his lover was massaging and pulled away from her shoulder to look her in the eye. "We'll have to lay low for a little bit. I'll have to return to my firm and they'll find some kind of work for me." His eyes rolled as he said this, a small sigh escaped him. "I was really hoping to stay at Briarcliff. We could have taken them down together."
Lana simply smiled and shook her head. "That would have been a lost cause, anyway. What would I do? Write from home without my publisher?"
"I would have published it for you." Oliver shrugged again. Lana giggled and he tapped her arm in a joking reprimand. "I'm not kidding. I have a typewriter here and I have my fair share of connections. If you're itching to write again, I could make it happen." Ms. Winters' eyes widened slightly. She certainly missed her writing, it was what gave her life. Oliver smiled at her expression and pressed a kiss affectionately to her temple. "I take it that you're interested?"
Lana nodded vigorously. They both laughed as he picked her up and brought her over to his desk. The psychiatrist sat her in the wooden chair and watched as Lana took in the setup with quiet fascination. Sat there on the desk was an expensive looking typewriter. Lana's fingers brushed against the buttons. She looked over her shoulder at Dr. Thredson with a bright grin. "Thank you, Oliver. This is wonderful."
Oliver smiled back and rubbed her bare shoulders. "It's not a problem, Lana. Anytime you want to write, you are more than welcome to do so." He pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek and then released her. "Why don't you get started? I have to make a few calls to my firm. Let's say we meet back up for lunch around 11?" At the journalist's nod, the tall man moved to exit their bedroom.
Right away, Lana began writing a brief outline of what had happened at Briarcliff and smiled to herself as she typed. For the first time in a long time she was excited about life. Justice would be brought to all those helpless victims of the asylum's cruelty. The best part was that the brunette wasn't doing it by herself. She had her reformed lover right by her side. Her heart sped up, pure excitement racing through her veins. Lana finally had found peace in her life, and it was all thanks to Dr. Oliver Thredson.
[TBC]
