Chapter 65: Who the fuck won? (hehehe - I bet that's what you're asking!) and grammatically speaking, it should be 'whom' but that just sounds too weird…
"There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it." – Alfred Hitchcock
"Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box." – Italian Proverb
"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain." – Leo Buscaglia
Jack smiled, "Well…guess what?"
"Come on!" Will pleaded.
"It's a tie…"
Will let out a groan, "You have GOT to be shitting me!"
Francie echoed, "Are either of you ever going to win…"
Jack said thoughtfully, "Statistically speaking, what Vaughn and I have accomplished is highly improbable."
Vaughn smiled.
"Usually, there can't be a draw in Othello…someone must win…"
"Wanna play again?" Vaughn said yawning slightly.
Sydney smiled and smoothed his hair.
Jack smiled too, "No…I don't think we should break any more statistical laws tonight…perhaps the next time I visit? Or perhaps next time we should try chess…"
Vaughn laughed, "You think you're better at chess?"
"We shall see, won't we?" he said grinning.
Sydney was positively beaming, she loved that her father and Vaughn seemed to be getting along so well. This night had been like a dream. Family and friends, good food and happy conversation. It seemed too surreal to have actually just transpired.
Jack concluded, "Well, I suppose I should be going. I've got an early day tomorrow. Tonight was most enjoyable. I haven't had a nice dinner like this in years. We certainly must do it again soon."
Amélie smiled, "Yes, it was very nice…"
Jack said his goodbyes to everyone and left, promising to stop by in the next few days with work for Sydney.
The rest of the occupants of the house tried to come up with sleeping arrangements.
Everyone had insisted that Amélie stay the night; it was too late to drive back home.
They had a rollaway bed for just such occasions and they set it up in the spare room.
Will got the bed while Francie and Sydney got the linens and the three worked together to get the bed made.
That left Vaughn and his mother alone in the living room.
Amélie looked over at her son who was resting comfortably on the couch.
He noticed her looking and asked, "What?"
She smiled, "You're really very happy here aren't you?"
"Yeah…why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know…you seem very happy Michel, that makes me happy."
He smiled, "Are you saying you approve of Sydney?"
"You don't need my approval, but I think you already know you have it."
She smiled at him for a few more minutes, "Are you going to tell me what they did to you?"
"Well, that ruined the moment mom…"
"I'd really like to know…"
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"Please Michael."
She asked in English, she was dead serious, "It was horrible…" he began, "beatings, kickings, burnings, whippings, tauntings…they were very good at what they did…I'd rather stay away from the details, ok?"
He looked over pleading with her so he didn't have to elaborate any further. The night had been so enjoyable; he really didn't want to think about that now.
She could tell from his pleading tone that he didn't want to go any further, "Alright Michel."
Sydney came back in then to tell Amélie that her bed was ready.
"Thank you dear."
Will came out to help Sydney get Vaughn back to bed and they deposited him gently on his side of the bed.
Will bid them goodnight and Francie poked her head in to do the same.
Sydney got dressed for bed and helped Vaughn do the same and then she brushed and helped him with that as well.
She was just about to close the door for the night when Amélie stuck her head in.
"I just wanted to come in to say goodnight," she said moving into the room. She placed a kiss on Michael's forehead and then did the same as she went past Sydney out the door. "Goodnight you two," she said closing the door behind her.
Sydney smiled as she moved over to the bed, shutting off lights save the one that she reminded herself to leave on.
"Well…I think your mom likes me," she said smiling proudly at Vaughn.
"How could she not like you?"
She got into bed and snuggled closer to him. She had a sudden thought, "Oh honey! You wanted to go outside tonight, I'm sorry…"
"That's ok, it was a great night Syd."
"It really was, wasn't it?"
"Yeah…thanks…"
"For what?"
"Being you…"
She leaned up and kissed him. "So…slugger…what do you want to do with our time tonight?"
"Slugger?" he said eyebrows raised.
"Yeah…you really could hit the ball – right through the window, so your mom said. I hope your aim has improved…"
"You haven't complained so far…what else did she tell you?" he asked with a hint of apprehension.
"Um…check-up…"
"Oh god!"
"Yep, and pee wee hockey…and teenage hockey," she stopped.
"What?" he asked.
"It was nice to hear about your childhood…" she looked at him wondering if she should continue, "did you have a happy childhood?"
Vaughn cocked his head, "Yes, why do you ask? What did she say?"
"Your mom said that you grew up fast…after your father died…lots of pressure, lots to live up to…"
He looked down slightly, averting her eyes, "That had little to do with my father's death and more with my own personality…Yeah, I felt like I had to be the man around, but it's not like I never had any fun or anything…I just…it was hard sometimes…"
"I'll bet."
"Well, Sydney, you should know…you lost a parent too…"
"But I didn't remember a lot of her…you were older…"
"Yeah, but your dad wasn't around either…"
"Well…no…"
"What story did she tell you?"
"Um…the one where you kind of beat up the kid from the other hockey team."
"Oh…"
She didn't say anything else.
"Does that change your opinion of me?"
"No, of course not…it was just…actually, it was kind of nice to know that you got mad about it…I don't know, it made me appreciate you even more…knowing what you went through…"
"Oh…"
"I meant that in a good way…"
He smiled. "Thanks." He was quiet a minute and then asked, "Were you ever mad at your mom?"
"What do you mean?"
"For dying…"
"Uh…maybe…not often, but I thought it was an accident…"
"Yeah, I knew it wasn't…I mean I knew how my dad died, in service as my mother would always say, but I would get angry…wondering why he couldn't have just had a different job, why he had to go off and get himself killed, you know?"
"Yeah…"
"But then I would just get angry with myself, because I knew it wasn't his fault, it's not like he asked to die or anything…I really don't know why I just told you that…"
She smiled, "Maybe it's something you needed to say…"
"I've never told anyone that Sydney," he said looking rather frightened.
"I won't tell anyone," she assured him, "thank you for telling me…"
He smiled weakly, "Yeah…that's kind of scary…"
"What is?"
"Well…I seem to just spill everything to you, don't I?"
She smiled again, "Yeah…so?"
"Well…that kind of puts you in a rather compromising position…"
"Why?"
"Well, it makes you the sole knower of everything about me…"
"That's fine with me Michael."
He smiled, "You use that when you want to be really serious now…"
"You've noticed."
"Yeah…"
"Seriously, I want you to be able to tell me everything…I tell you everything…don't get scared because you can trust me you know…"
He smiled, "That's not what scares me…"
"What does then?"
"That you bring it out so easily…you don't even have to ask…"
She smiled again and moved up to kiss him.
"You know…it's been awhile…a few days…"
He got the drift, his eyes becoming smoky, "Yeah, I had that whole S.H. schedule penciled in…we never got around to seeing any of those through…"
"You want to now?"
"Yeah…"
"Does it bother you?"
"What?"
"That your mother is in the other room, in the same house…" she left her thought moving to sit in his lap and grinding her hips into his groin.
"Uhn…that's so bad Sydney…" he tried to get some kind of composure through all her grinding, "I hadn't even thought about that…now that's all I'm gonna think about."
She smiled evilly and ground harder, loving the effect she was having on him and loving the feeling of him rapidly becoming harder beneath her.
"I could so get you in trouble…or really embarrassed…"
"Don't Syd…come on…please…"
She smiled evilly again and moved her position so her center ground the tip through the material of their clothing, "I could make you yell…or moan really loud…"
Words were lost to him however, and at the moment, he really could have cared less if his mother heard them.
"You know," he said gaining a little composure back, "honestly…I really don't care right now…I just want to be inside you…"
Her evil smile turned softer and she leaned down, "You know what? I couldn't agree with you more…I've missed having you inside me too…we'll save the screaming in ecstasy for another night, ok?"
She applauded herself for coming to her senses before totally boinking the hell out of Vaughn after the day and previous night he'd had.
She sat up on his lap and removed her shirt. His hand moved to cup her breast, kneading gently and teasing the nipples. She moved off him with protest coming from him and removed the rest of her clothing.
She uncovered Vaughn fully and then took her time taking the rest of his clothes off. She took the boxers off first, making a large production of peeling them off of him and then moved back up his body, trailing her nails across his bare legs and raking them across the material of his shirt.
She leaned over and sat on his lap again, eliciting a hiss from him when she came in contact with his erect member. She smiled and sat him up, easing the sling off of his arm before gently laying his injured arm at his side.
She leaned him back on the pillow and went back to work on his shirt then, starting from the bottom of the shirt just to drive him nuts. She opened one button and kissed the area she had freed from the clothing. She did this continuously until she reached the last button. She leaned down with a wicked grin on her face and took the last button between her teeth. She pulled gently, watching in amusement at the look he gave her and the smoldering intensity that rested there in the jade embers of his eyes.
She moved the button from side to side, making him wait. His hand moved up to help, but she pushed it away. Then without warning she yanked harder on the button and it popped off into her mouth. She grinned and spit it out as he chuckled.
"God that was sexy…" he told her.
She eased the material of his shirt over and off of his shoulders and then discarded the slightly damaged bit of material on the floor.
"How good do you feel tonight?" she asked seriously.
He grinned, thinking that she was being coy, but the look on her face was quite serious, "You mean really or pillow talk?"
"Really…"
"I'm ok…I mean…I feel alright…I mean…not like great…but I'm ok…why?"
"Are you in pain?"
"Well…kinda…but not anymore than usual…"
Her gaze softened even further, "Ok…then I'm just gonna keep this up…we'll wait…"
"Wait for what?" he asked obviously confused.
"I was gonna…never mind honey…"
"What? You were gonna what?"
"Let you be on top…but I want to make sure you're ok before we do that…"
"NO! I feel great…fine…wonderful, never better!" he said backpedaling, "I didn't know that's what you meant!"
She smiled gently, "No…I want you to be ready…I don't want you to hurt yourself. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it…"
"But I wanna be on top…" he whined.
"I know sweetie, but not tonight…that was really stupid of me…I'm sorry, now I probably totally ruined it for you…"
He smiled, "Sydney, you could never ruin it…well…maybe," he said slyly, "no…I have a naked woman sitting atop me…I think I'm good. I wanna be on top, but I can wait. You've been doing a fine job so far…"
She smiled, "You are truly an amazing man…seriously Vaughn, not to like ruin the mood more or anything, but you handle all of this really well…"
"Well, like I said, you've been doing a great job so far…maybe if I had someone who was really rotten in bed, I'd be in worse shape…"
She slapped him playfully on the arm, "I love you…"
"I love you too."
"No more talking now…" she said covering his mouth with her own, not giving him a chance to argue – not that he would have.
She moved herself down him further until his penis was resting against her folds. She reached down and gripped him, eliciting a rather loud moan from him in the process. She didn't waste anymore time; she placed him at her entrance and pushed down, sprawling her hands on his chest as she moved down until he was filling her fully. His hand, still on her breast, alternated kneading gently and tweaking the nipple until they were hard, jutting out and painfully sensitive.
She moaned herself then, gripping him tightly inside her before starting to move. His eyes were closed and his head was pushed back into the pillow as she started her first movements. He started helping then after a few more moments of just enjoying the feel of being sheathed inside her.
He reached down and worried her clit for her. Her movements faltered slightly, not expecting that from him, and when she looked down at him, he smiled back knowingly. He continued to work on her, moving from side to side, to putting pressure on just one side of her clit, to tweaking gently. Soon, it was she who was humming in pleasure, and he was grinning like a fool under her, happy that she was enjoying herself so much. He rolled her clit then, taking it between his fingers. Sydney cried out and Vaughn smiled happily at her reaction. He moved his legs up to help thrust into her more as he rubbed her faster, her back arching so that she was closer to him. Her channel gripped him even impossibly harder, her muscles rippling, making his release imminent. Her frenzied movements and bucking release triggered his own explosion, filling her with every want and need he had. Sydney collapsed on top of him after the culmination, her name softly on his lips as her head nuzzled under his chin. He placed his hand under her chin, making her look up at him as her muscles still spasmed gently around him, making him burn with adoration for her.
"I love you…so much…" he said, love evident in his gaze.
She smiled, "I love you too…"
No more words were needed; their consummation alone had transcended the need for words. Words were boundaries, and they had surpassed the superfluous need for speech that night…actions spoke louder than words.
