Chapter 144: Strawberry Fields Forever

"When the moonlight crawls along the street / Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below / The world revolves, I've let it go
We build our church above the street / We practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you / It bathes my skin, I'm stained in you
And all I have to do is hold you / There's a racing within my heart / And I am barely touching you
Turn the lights down low / Take it off / Let me show / My love for you Insatiable
Turn me on / Never stop / Wanna taste every drop / My love for you Insatiable
The moonlight plays upon your skin / A kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you / There are no words there's only truth
Breathe in breathe out / There is no sound / We move together up and down
We levitate, our bodies soar / Our feet don't even touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do / Cause the world they don't understand / That I grow stronger in your hands
Turn the lights down low / Take it off / Let me show / My love for you Insatiable
Turn me on / Never stop / Wanna taste every drop / My love for you Insatiable
Turn the lights down low / Take it off / Let me show / My love for you Insatiable
Turn me on / Never stop / Wanna taste every drop / My love for you is Insatiable
We never sleep we're always holdin' hands / Kissin' for hours, talkin', makin' plans
I feel like a better man / Just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do / So much to say
Can't close my eyes when I'm with you / Insatiable the way I'm loving you
Turn the lights down low / Take it off / Let me show / My love for you Insatiable
Turn me on / Never stop / Wanna taste every drop / My love for you Insatiable
Turn the lights down low / Take it off / Let me show / My love for you Insatiable
Turn me on / Never stop / Wanna taste every drop / My love for you is Insatiable" – "Insatiable" – Darren Hayes

"Oh desert speak to my heart / Oh woman of the earth
Maker of children who weep for love / Maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets are known to me / I will not be moved / I will not be moved
"Don't try to find the answer / When there ain't no question here
Brother let your heart be wounded / And give no mercy to your fear"
Adam and eve live down the street from me / Babylon is every town
It's as crazy as it's ever been / Love's a stranger all around
In a moment we lost our minds here / And lay our spirit down
Today we lived a thousand years / All we have is now
Run to the water / And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken / We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon / These streets below the moon
And I will never leave you
'Til we can say/ "This world was just a dream
We were sleepin' now we are awake"
'Til we can say
In a moment we lost our minds here / And dreamt the world was round
A million mile fall from grace / Thank God we missed the ground
Run to the water / And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken / We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon / With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
Yeah, I can see it now lord / Out beyond all the breakin' of waves
And the tribulation / It's a place and the home of ascended souls
Who swam out there in love!
Run to the water / And find me there
Burnt to the core but not broken / We'll cut through the madness
Of these streets below the moon / With a nuclear fire of love in our hearts
Rest easy baby, rest easy / And recognize it all as light and rainbows
Smashed to smithereens and be happy / Run to the water (and find me there)
Run to the water" – "Run to the Water" – Live


Sydney sped home, hoping she wasn't being overly obvious to Amélie. When she parked the car, she jumped out and practically ran to the door, trying to look calm as she reached out her hand for the doorknob. On the inside though, she was a ball of emotion – joy, exhilaration, satisfaction, glee, pride, lust, and a little fear mixed in.

When she pushed it open, her eyes floated to Vaughn's form. He was reclining on the couch, his body relaxed to the outside viewer, his head resting on the arm of the couch, his right hand behind his head, propping his head up, his head turned towards some sports shit on ESPN. He looked over at her when he heard the door open, a huge, sexy smirk on his face. He was doing a good job of masking his condition, but she could see the longing in his eyes, the pent up emotions.

"Hey baby," he said nonchalantly.

"Hi honey," she replied, moving past the door to let Amélie in.

"Hi mom," he said.

"Hello Michael…did you miss us?"

"Oh yeah…terribly," he said.

She smiled, "Good…"

Sydney moved to the couch and sat on the edge, giving Vaughn a long and sensuous kiss that made up for her lack of presence the last time he came.

They were grinning like idiots when Francie came springing up the basement stairs loudly, shouting into her cell phone, "What? WHAT!? You have GOT to be shitting me! Come on Paul…it's my day off…NOT on my day off…no…NO! Aww…goddamnit!" she huffed into the phone, "I can't believe they pulled the day before!" She shook her head, "Fine…call everyone…tell them they have to come in if they want a job come next week. Yeah, that's what I said." She hung up and pressed the phone to her head, "UGH!"

"Fran?" Sydney asked.

Francie looked over at her, "I can't believe it…Belladonna Floral just totally backed out of the catering job for tomorrow. Now I have to try to scramble and find someone else…damnit…" she stomped off to the patio door and yelled, "WILL!"

Will appeared at the door a few seconds later, with Donovan trotting beside him, a tennis ball in his mouth, "Yeah?"

"You have to help me – Belladonna's just backed out – I gotta scramble…save me."

"Ok, just chill, we'll deal…um…what's that florist on main?"

"Shit they'll never do it."

Amélie cleared her throat, "Francie…do you have the flowers?"

"No…but I can get them, why?"

"I can help with the arrangements…"

"You can?" Francie said with a smile.

"Yes."

Sydney looked down at Vaughn, his eyes flashing as they met hers, this would be perfect…she could see the same thought running through his mind.

"You would be SUCH a lifesaver…really, do you mind?"

"No, not at all, I love flowers…" Amélie said with a smile.

"OK! Let's go!" Francie said making a motion for the two to follow her.

"Bye guys," Will said as he followed his girlfriend out the door.

"Bye!" Francie yelled halfway to the car.

Amélie smiled and waved and Sydney and Vaughn were alone a few minutes after she had gotten back.

"Well…that was convenient…" Sydney said with a smile.

"Very well timed," Vaughn agreed.

"Shall we get started? Cleaning this mess you've made?"

"I made? I think YOU had something to do with it too…"

Sydney leaned down and devoured his mouth, "God, when I was in the store…I SO wanted to be here watching you…"

He raised an eyebrow, "Watching me while you talked?"

"Yeah…"

"Mmm…that could work…"

"You'd do that? Really?"

"Will you return the favor?" he asked with a lusty grin.

She smiled, "Yeah…"

He smiled and pulled her down to him, kissing her roughly again, "You know…I don't know if you planned it or not, but these black sweatpants – yeah – SO good at hiding evidence."

She chuckled, "Well, it wasn't my intent, but it worked nicely."

"Yes it did."

"Shall we?" she asked as she brought her hand down to cover his cock through the sweatpants, "Little moist down here…how much did you come?" she asked

He smirked, "I think the boxers are gonna have to be tossed…"

"Really?"

"Yeah…really, plus I had to wipe my hand on something…"

She giggled, "Wow, that really turned you on…"

"No shit."

"K, let's get you to the bathroom…and take care of this…sticky situation."

"You're so bad," he said as she helped him stand and walk to the bathroom.

She stood him in front of the chair and stripped the pants and the sticky boxers off of him, smiling the whole time. She loved knowing that she had made him come just from her talking to him on the phone; it was not only sexy, but also incredibly ego boosting.

He stepped out of the items, and Sydney sat him down in the chair. She stood to grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water and then knelt between his spread legs and began to wipe away the post-orgasmic evidence. He marveled at how she could take something like this and make it gentle, running the washcloth tenderly over his cock and balls, ridding his thighs of the caked on remains of their telephonic interlude.

She smiled softly at him, and he lifted her chin momentarily, "I love you."

"I love you too," she said as she stood and kissed him, then threw the washcloth into the hamper and helped him stand again and led him to the bedroom, sans pants.

She sat him on the bed and had him recline against the headboard, "Stay," she said.

He nodded and stayed on the bed, somewhat amused by her demeanor and his lack of pants, but he knew she'd remedy that later in some capacity.

"Ok, here's what I got ya'," she began, and set a few bags on the bed. She dug in the bag and produced the shirt that she had talked to him about, "So…you like it?"

He smiled, "It's really nice…nice blue…"

"Good," she said, digging in the bag again, "And I picked this one…" she said holding up another shirt, sage in color, "What about this one?"

"It's nice…"

"Nice as in you think it's butt-ugly, or nice as in you like it?"

He laughed, "Nice as in I like it."

She nodded, "Then I got more socks and stuff–"

He cut her off, "Sydney, I told you I didn't need all that stuff…"

She held up a few new pairs of boxers, "Well…"

"Ok, maybe those…but not all that other stuff."

"Shush, I wanna spoil you…"

He lifted his arm in defeat, "Ok…"

She smiled and put the bag on the floor next to the other bags that she had yet to empty, save for one thing, which she kept hidden from his view. She hid it in an accessible spot, albeit one that he couldn't see…She approached the bed again and sat down on his legs, reaching for his sling, and gently eased it off of his shoulder. She gently pulled his shirt over his head and then stopped to smile at him seductively as she started to remove pieces of her own clothing.

He sat back and watched in wonder as she peeled articles off, revealing skin to him in a puzzle piece manner.

She loved it that he enjoyed watching her so much, that he got hard while watching her. She was equally enthralled watching his cock rise when she started undressing; being able to physically see his reaction made it mean so much more.

She crawled back up the bed on all fours, keeping him in sight like a cat stalking its prey, and damn, he was some nice looking prey…She continued on in between his spread legs, the objective of her mission lay dead ahead. She dipped her head down and trailed her tongue along his leg, then switched to the other side. When she reached his thighs, she began to suck the flesh there into her mouth, leaving little red marks dotting the whole area. His hips were already beginning to buck and when she sucked on one spot for longer than she intended, he let out a small yelp.

"You ok?" she asked with a smile, "Cause I'm just returning your favor," she said as she craned her neck to the side so he could see the evidence of his own marks. "Just be glad yours won't be as visible…"

Before he had a chance to respond, her mouth was on him, sucking roughly on the head of his cock, while her other hand dove down for his balls. She kneaded and squeezed him roughly along with her mouth, but she knew from his moans that it wasn't hurting him. His hips started a slow thrusting pattern as she looked up at him while sucking on the tip.

Their eyes burned into each other, full of lust and love, as Sydney changed gears and brought both hands up to Vaughn's cock, one holding him still at the base, the other moving along the shaft before she pinched the head.

His hips bolted off the bed, bring a huge smile to her face.

"Shit...Syd…"

She smiled and did it again, eliciting the same reaction. She kept her fingers locked gently around the tip, the pre-cum oozing around her fingers and moved the second hand down to roll and separate his balls.

"Mmm…"

She loved making him do this, it wasn't about power, although she knew she had it, it was just the idea that she could extract such emotion, such sensation, such reaction from him, all with her hands, her mouth, her body.

She looked up at him and made sure he was meeting her gaze and then she dipped her head down again and began to lick her way around his cock. She moved her hand on the shaft to where ever she wasn't licking, gripping, pulling; creating a myriad of different feelings. She kept her eyes locked as she began to lick the tip, like she was licking the top of an ice cream cone, on the side, to the top, on the side, to the top.

His eyes fell closed momentarily, but he forced them open again, not wanting to miss any of her performance.

He watched as she broke away from the licking of the head and moved her face down to the base of his cock. She licked her way all along the vein on the underside, tortuously deliberate, before ending up back at the head, dipping the point of her tongue into the spot right under the crown of his cock.

He let out a guttural cry and she knew that he was close to release. While keeping her mouth on him, she reached for her surprise and quietly ripped open the package. She moved her hand to his shaft while she took her mouth momentarily away and dumped the contents of the package in her mouth. She waited until the tiny candy pieces softened slightly and then opened her mouth and took the head in again.

"Fuck me," he said in a broken voice as his cock was assailed with the tiny explosions that the delightful Pop Rocks produced. His hips thrust erratically the second after she introduced the candy. His moaning became a continuous hum with the Pop Rocks detonating around his cock. His balls tensed immensely, his orgasm tenuously eminent when Sydney stepped it up even more. She covered her teeth with her lips and gripped behind the head hard; his hips lurched, sending him shuddering into climax.

Sydney braced herself as she felt the pressure in him rise, and couldn't think of anything better than his beautiful man having an orgasm. She loved to watch the torrent of emotion as it crossed his face, and knowing that she had something to do with putting it there. His semen hit the back of her throat like a jackhammer, salty and sweet and potent, a completely different taste than normal as he mixed with the strawberry flavor of the Pop Rocks.

She waited until his hips and breathing slowed, waited until the last drop was forced out of his head, and then licked the head clean, swirling her tongue around the slit and all around the head, dipping once again under the crown and eliciting a few aftershocks and shudders, complete with several more secretions of milky fluid.

She let him slip from her mouth and grasp, looking up at the matted hair and the slight sheen of sweat on his chest. She smiled at him and he grinned back, momentarily unable to form coherent words.

She moved up the bed and snuggled close to him, resting her head on his chest.

After several minutes of respite, he finally began, "Holy fuck…"

She smiled and giggled, "You like that?"

"Holy fuck…"

"You said that."

"That's about all I can manage…holy fuck! Where on earth did you pick that up?"

"Umm…well…I kinda just had an image while standing in the checkout line…talking to you after just having phone sex…"

"Wow…you are amazing…why are you so good to me?"

"Because I love you…and you're an amazing person yourself."

"I love you too…thank you just doesn't seem to cover it, ya know?"

She smiled, "The look on your face – that covered it."

He smiled back at her, "Really…"

"I know honey, I know."

He smiled and hugged her tighter, never letting go…