Chapter 41: Shadow Casting / Casting Off
"Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!" – William Shakespeare
"Happiness is the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest." – R.G. Ingersoll
"All that remains of her
Now is pure womanly." – Thomas Hood
"I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow and reap:
I am wary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers,
And everything but sleep." – Algernon Swinburne
She held him closely for several minutes. He relished in the feeling of being close to her again, hearing her steady heartbeat as his ear was pressed to her chest. He let her lay him down, fixing the pillows so he was still slightly elevated. If Vaughn could have described her at that moment, he would have said she was an angel. She was positively glowing, and there was only soft light in the room. He watched as she busied herself for a few minutes, shutting curtains and turning off the remaining lights, save one, which she left on every night. She thought it might make it easier for him, after spending so much time in the dark. She checked on Donovan and shut the bedroom door, coming back to the bed and nestling herself next to him.
They lay in silence, until Sydney pushed herself up so she was looking at him, her head resting on her hand, propped next to him. He looked over at her slightly confused, wondering what the scrutiny was for. He was just about to ask when she planted a passionate kiss on his lips. She finished and went back to her place propped next to him. Her other hand was resting on his chest, the warmth of the hand spreading all over his body. She moved it so it was lying directly over his heart and left it there. She brought her gaze up to meet his and said, "I meant what I said, you know, I wasn't just saying that because I thought it would make you feel better or something."
"I know that Syd."
"Ok, just making sure…" She looked down at where her hand rest and he followed her gaze. "I'll always keep this safe Michael…I know I haven't done a really great job up to this point, the first part of our relationship was all about me…you worried about me, and I knew practically nothing about you…now, that I've almost lost you…I know…I know what I would have missed, and I'm so thankful that I have another chance at it. I plan on taking full advantage of that, and making you as happy as you can possibly be. I'll keep your heart safe, even if I can't keep your body safe all the time…" She turned to look him in the eyes.
His eyes were misty and he managed to choke out, "Thank you…" before he pulled her over to him.
She added, "I know you're scared, but Tom's not going to send you back…you just need to get a good night's rest…"
"Well, then we're on easy street…since I sleep so soundly every other night…" he said sarcastically.
"Vaughn…"
"I'm just being moody…don't mind me…"
"You want me to help you with your mood?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah, that'd be nice…"
She climbed on top of him, resting so that she was inches away from his face.
"You want another world famous blowjob?" she asked in the same innocent voice, while bring her hand down to his rapidly enlarging cock.
"Mmm…Yeah, but not tonight…ok? Can I just be inside you tonight?"
She looked at him concerned, "Sure…" She stroked his face, "You sure you're ok?"
"Yeah…safe…comfort…you know…"
She smiled in understanding, "You got it."
She sat up removing her shirt and Vaughn reached out his right hand to cup her breast. She placed her hand over his and gave him a reassuring squeeze, than got off of him for a moment to remove her pants. She helped him out of his shorts and tee shirt and then climbed back on top of him. She could feel his cock trapped between them, throbbing in anticipation. She reached down and stroked him, eliciting a string of moans as his eyes closed and his back arched, sending him into her waiting hand. She maneuvered herself so she was directly over his penis, the tip resting in her folds, and waited until he opened his eyes and looked at her. Once she had his attention again, she eased the head of his cock inside her. She worked her muscles, pulling him in deeper, pulsating around his shaft. He felt like he was being swallowed whole, and he was in pure bliss. Once he was halfway in, she pushed down on him hard; making his cock thrust the rest of the way inside her. She rhythmically tensed and eased her muscles on him; making his eyes roll back and his breathing reach new labored heights. He was groaning and moving his legs frantically, trying to take all the sensations in. She could feel every curve and gland of his cock. She teased him slightly, as she felt a rush of moisture emanate from her wet channel, sliding off of him very slowly and then bearing down on him until he was fully inside her quickly. He thought he was going to come just about every time she repeated the motion, but just as he was reaching the point of no return, she would ease off him slowly and make him wait. He didn't think the intensity could get any higher, but every time she stopped and started again, he would be driven to a new level of passion. She leaned down and kept up her evilly slow motions, resting her forehead on his and mixing his labored breaths with her own. He was throbbing inside her, she could feel the warmth of him reaching new highs and it rocked her to the core. She wanted to wait for him to come, but the feeling of his cock throbbing endlessly inside her proved too much for her and she convulsed on him, squeezing and embracing him in the most intimate of ways. Her convulsions set off shudders of his own, and he lurched up deeper inside her. She clamped down on him deep in her and clenched the muscles tightly. She could feel him coating her walls, spasming endlessly in his release. Wave after wave of his seed spurted into her. She waited until his body relaxed slightly and then relaxed her muscles on him and allowed him to come out of her slightly, but not all the way. She lay her head down on his chest and waited until his breathing slowed. Once she could determine a steady pace, she pushed herself upright and checked to make sure he was ok. His eyes were still closed, his face a mix of slight exhaustion and satisfaction. He sensed her eyes on him and opened his to look at her.
"Good?"
"It's always good, Sydney."
She smiled and kissed him before asking, "Are you still scared?"
"Not at the moment, but that might have something to do with the beautiful woman on top of me."
"You feel safe?"
"Yes."
"If I stay here, do you think you'll stay feeling safe?"
"I would imagine so, yes," he answered with a glint in his eyes.
"Ok…then this is where I'll park it for the night," she stated factually.
"Are you sure, Syd?"
"Yeah, I'm sure…I'd do anything for you."
"I know…but really, I mean, do you want me inside you all night? Isn't that going to be uncomfortable?"
"I find you inside me to be quite comfortable actually."
"If you're sure."
"I am…"
"I love you Sydney."
"I love you too…Michael."
He smiled at the sound of that. "You're going to totally tease me with that in bed aren't you?"
"You bet your ass I am," she smiled delightfully and retook her spot on his chest. His right arm reached out and rubbed circles on her back until she felt herself fall asleep. Vaughn stayed awake for a few minutes after, relishing in the treasure that was sleeping on his chest. When he fell asleep that night, he was not thinking about torture, or Sloane, or hospitals, or Tom. He only thought about love, and how much Sydney gave to him.
