Chapter Fifteen: Stroke

"All right, my new goal is to teach you how to cook."

Regan glowered as she set down the still smoking pan on the small table. She had decided to make breakfast when she saw that Oskar had woken up early and was busily working. It had been two weeks at the cabin and it had been very quiet and Regan had come to feel comfortable. Every day, Oskar had been cooking three meals for her like clockwork and she was starting to feel bad. So she decided to cook scrambled eggs, because how hard could that be? Well, needless to say, she had ruined them completely.

"I've never seen somebody burn eggs before." Regan sighed as she sat down across from Oskar, taking a piece of toast to munch on. It looked far safer than the eggs.

"I've never needed to cook for myself," she said with a small shrug.

"Don't apologize, I appreciate the effort." He said, smiling at her from his laptop. "Are you up for a dinner party tonight? Michelle and Henry want to have us over for dinner with a few other locals to welcome you." Regan quirked an eyebrow.

"Are you sure that it's not an ambush to chase me out of town?" Oskar chuckled.

"Yes, they are quite convinced that we are getting married." Regan reached for another piece of toast, taking a big bite and slowly chewing.

"I don't have anything to wear," she said after she had swallowed.

"You don't have to dress up." Oskar insisted. "I always just wear jeans. Besides, it's cold outside, you'll freeze if you wear a dress."

Regan rolled her eyes, quickly looking away. She was going to wear a dress, no question, because it would be impolite to show up in jeans and a tee shirt. And even though much of the snow had been blown away by the strong sea winds, it was still freezing outside and even with tights her legs would not fair very well.

"Regan?" She blinked and quickly looked back to Oskar, who was smirking from her confused expression. "I lost you there for a second."

"Sorry, I was just thinking…what were you saying?"

"They invited us over for wine at four, is that all right?" Regan nodded, running a hand through her hair.

"That's fine…but…" Oskar stopped typing, looking up to see worry in Regan's eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"I was hoping to try and find my parents…Lucius told me that they were dead, but I don't believe him." Oskar nodded.

"I don't blame you. Honestly, I doubt that he even looked."

"If they're alive, I need to be with them." Regan firmly stated. "No offense, but-." Oskar held up a hand to stop her from saying whatever explanation that she had.

"I understand," he calmly said. "You should go to your parents…but I will miss you, it's been nice to have company down here." Regan softly smiled.

"You could always come with us; keep running your business from your laptop." Oskar shook his head.

"No, I wouldn't want to tag along…I doubt that your parents would approve of a man ten years older than you coming to live with them."

"But you're my friend," Regan reasoned. "Age doesn't matter…you're my friend and I can't stand the thought of you being along or hurt." Oskar slowly shut his laptop and carefully took off his fashion forward frames only to intently stare at Regan.

"I feel the same way," he slowly said. "The thought of anybody hurting you makes my blood boil." Regan didn't blush as they both thought she would; she just smiled.

"Well, then it's probably best that neither of us get hurt." Regan said. Oskar slowly stood, walking around to Regan's side of the table. Gently taking her face in his hands, he bent down and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. Regan's body was instantly hot under his touch and her body ached for something more. He then kissed her forehead before slowly straightening out. Regan did what she could to ignore the obvious erection that was straining against his snug jeans, but he was clearly embarrassed.

"I really wish that we were married," he muttered as he let out a heavy sigh.

"Why?" Regan asked innocently, though she obviously knew the answer.

"Because if we were married, then I wouldn't have to take care of myself in the bathroom." Regan quirked an eyebrow.

"I didn't expect you to be so traditional." She said, standing and taking their dishes to the sink. She grimaced when she scraped off the burnt eggs and thought of how long it would take to clean this…damn, if only she could use her wand.

"Living in a small town in France will do that to you," he said. "And don't be surprised if all Michelle wants to talk to you about is the wedding. Feel free to make something up; go crazy." Regan smirked as she began to clean and heard the bathroom door shut and lock. As the water ran over her hands, she stared out the window over the seat and watched the waves crash under the gray clouds. It was going to snow soon…hopefully Oskar would keep her warm.

Regan had taken over the bathroom to get ready, loosely braiding her hair into two halves before twisting the braids into a complicated looking bun. With the little makeup that she had, she evened out her skin tone and lined her eyes lightly before emphasizing her lashes with mascara. It made her eyes look huge and she felt self conscious, but she just looked away and put on her only dress. It was more appropriate as a summer dress, but she didn't have much of a choice. It was a short sleeved blousy light gray top with a draped faded floral skirt, each half separated by a thick black band. It was almost too short for her, but she had her trusty tights and a decent pair of flats. When she stepped out of the bathroom, ready for the party, she saw Oskar scrambling to pull his pants up. He wiggled his left leg, letting out a small grunt as he finally pulled them up and fastened them.

"What were you doing while I was in there?" She asked with a little smirk. Oskar cleared his throat as he pulled on a thick wool sweater.

"I got caught up in my book…you look very pretty." He said, his eyes tracing over her svelte form. She shrugged, ignoring the compliment as she went and slipped on her jacket. Oskar came up behind her, hugging her to him tightly. "You're very pretty, you shouldn't just shrug off a compliment." Regan sighed, feeling him gently kiss her cheek.

"Lucius was the only person to ever compliment me…besides my father." She told him as his lips moved down her neck.

"But I'm so much better than Lucius," he said with a smirk. His kisses became heated and his hands slipped beneath her jacket to become enveloped in the warmth inside. Regan knew that she needed to push him away, but her thoughts were becoming fuzzy and her body convinced her that she should just let him keep going; things were only going to get better. "Do you want to skip dinner?" Oskar asked against her heated skin. Regan's eyes fluttered closed as she furrowed her brow, confused by these new feelings that seemed to consume her entire body.

"Why?" She asked quietly, shuddering when he slipped her jacket off and pressed against her again.

"Because I need you," he said with a suddenly deeper voice. Regan bit her lower lip, pushing away his hands and taking a step away from him.

"Go to the bathroom, I don't want to be late." She said with a heavy blush on her cheeks, picking up her coat and shrugging it back on. Oskar stared at her, clearly physically frustrated.

"I don't want you to think that I'm going to force you, but are we ever going to…?" He didn't need to finish his sentence because Regan already knew what he was asking for.

"I don't know," she quietly admitted. "I'm…hesitant…I don't want to-."

"It's okay, I get it." Oskar quickly cut her off. "You don't want to get too attached to me, it's fine." He dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, making Regan jump. She knew that he was physically frustrated and upset because he was doing so much for her, but she couldn't bring herself to get intimate with him. She wanted to be with him, but every time they got close she just turned away. She didn't mean to, it was just a way to defend herself. She stood in the middle of the cabin for a long time before she slipped her coat off and slowly walked to the bathroom door.

"Oskar?" She called through the door.

"Almost done," he answered with a strained voice.

"May I come in?" She didn't give him time to answer, opting instead to push open the door and walk in. He was standing over the toilet with his pants around his ankles, but he tried to cover himself when Regan walked in.

"I'm almost done." He said again, desperately trying to hide himself from Regan, but he couldn't hide it fast enough.

"I'm sorry," Regan said with a straight face. "I want it to be you, but I just need to go slow." Oskar awkwardly shifted as he tried to keep himself hidden, but that was rather difficult seeing as his erection just wouldn't go down.

"It's okay, just go wait for me in the living room," He urged with a bright red face. But Regan didn't leave.

"Do you want me to help?" She quietly asked, biting the insides of her cheeks. That seemed to embarrass Oskar that she would even need to offer, but he looked to be physically excited at the prospect. Regan slowly stepped forward and Oskar wrapped his free arm around her, hungrily kissing her. He began to stroke himself again, holding Regan tightly and groping her ass. She whimpered from his aggressive treatment and that only made him stroke faster. He moaned against her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, Regan's entire body tingly from his eager fingers. He thrust up his hips and ground out a strangled moan as he came. He panted against her neck while he still continued to hold onto her tightly.

"Thank you," he whispered as he offered her a gentle kiss. Regan kissed him back, watching him calm down before he began to clean himself off. He pulled his pants up and fastened himself before he kissed Regan again. "Will this be happening very often?" He asked with a small smirk.

"Depends…how often do you do that?" Oskar chuckled, washing his hand before he and Regan left the bathroom to put on their jackets.

"If you're going to help me, then I'd like to do that once in the morning and once before I go to bed."

"No way," Regan answered flatly. "It should be a treat, not an expectation." Oskar chuckled, pulling on his shoes as Regan waited for him at the door.

"All right, we'll save it for my birthday." He opened the door, instantly grimacing when he looked outside. "It snowed a lot…can you walk in those shoes?" Regan narrowed her eyes, almost insulted at the question.

"I will be fine," she told him.

"I'm just saying, ballet flats and snow don't usually mix." Regan grimaced. Five minutes of walking would surely soak her feet and she would probably end up sick. She couldn't afford to be sick right now. She sighed and looked back up to Oskar.

"All right, what would you suggest that I do?"

"I'll carry you."

Without another word, he picked her up bridal style and closed the already locked door with his foot. Regan wrapped her arms around his neck, blushing lightly as they traveled along the wide path to the village. They remained quiet the entire walk, but it was a comfortable silence. Regan felt no need to say anything to him and he seemed happy enough to just carry her. They didn't ravel too far outside of the village square; Michelle and Henry literally lived right around the corner from their stand. Oskar set Regan down on the doorstep, which had been swept off for the occasion. He rang the doorbell, hoping that it would be heard over the loud chatter of the dinner guests.

"I guess it won't be just us and the family tonight." Oskar commented, making Regan tense. She did not do well around new people, especially new people that would be asking her questions…Regan didn't like it when people asked her questions. "You'll do great." Oskar assured her, seeing the worry on her face as they waited for somebody to answer the door. It suddenly swung open and they were greeted by Michelle's bright smiling face.

"You two are late!" She gently teased. "No matter, come in!" She encouraged, stepping aside to welcome the couple into her home. It was warm and tidy, the walls decorated in a floral wallpaper that sported dozens of family pictures from vacations and framed school photos. Michelle and Henry had four children, on girl and three boys. There was a dog somewhere, Regan could smell him, but judging by all the scented candles that had been lit, Michelle was clearly trying to hide it. "Everybody else has arrived, we were just waiting for you to arrive to pour the wine."

"Forgive us, somebody decided to wear improper shoes and had to be carried." Regan whipped her head around as she slipped her coat off, her green eyes flaming. Oskar instantly backed off and Michelle could only smirk.

"It does not do well to taunt your future wife," Michelle reminded him with the small wag of her finger. "Don't want her holding a grudge against you on your wedding night, do you?"

"No I do not," Oskar said firmly as he handed Michelle his jacket and she hung it along with Regan's jacket in a small hall closet.

"Come, everybody is in the dining room."

Regan balked at the idea of a table full of unknown people, but Oskar wrapped an arm around her waist and gently kissed her temple to reassure her. She felt her skin tingle as her thoughts drifted back to their activities in the bathroom. She hadn't lied when she had said that she wanted her first time to be with him. She would be damned if she let Lucius be her first; his ego was already large enough. Mostly, it was a precaution. In case Lucius did catch her and force her into his bed, he would discover that she had willingly given herself to somebody else. He would never own her virginity no matter how many times he fucked her.

Regan resolved as she stepped into a room filled with people that she didn't know that she would let Oskar have her. She knew that it would make him happy and relieve some of the physical tension that he had been feeling, so everybody would win. She sat at the table and sipped her wine, quietly wondering how to go about seducing Oskar in the least awkward way.

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A/N: So...that happened...but I remembered to update on time so hooray for me :)

Dragoon Dave: See, we're getting sexual here, does this please you?