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This is a game I play, assessing Vaughn’s wardrobe and deciding where he bought each piece. Usually I have to make due with suits, and they don’t vary all that often. Today I am treated with Casual Vaughn, and I’m revelling in it. He looks hot as hell, sitting across from me on the ground. Of course, I wouldn’t have the treat of Casual Vaughn if my SUV hadn’t broken down halfway to San Francisco. I called Francie, Will, and even my dad before calling him, but he was the only one I could get in touch with. So, ever looking out for me, he drove north to rescue me. By the time he got here, neither of us felt like driving all the way back to L.A. Going to a hotel was not an option, considering that only weeks ago we were almost killed for fraternizing in France. But Michael ‘Boy Scout’ Vaughn had camping gear in his trunk. So here we are, camping out in a state park, no one around for miles. I have to admit that my thoughts about our isolation are less than pure, and judging by the hungry glances Vaughn has been throwing my way, neither are his. My stomach starts to growl and I ask Vaughn what he’s got to eat. He grimaces as he tells me that all he’s got is a bunch of trail mix and granola bars. Huh. Guess he’s not all that prepared after all. I opt for a couple of granola bars and warily ask him what he’s got to drink. This time he grins as he offers me a choice of water, iced tea, and pulling out a silver flask, vodka. I take a bottle of water and after a moment’s consideration, the flask. Liquid courage and all that. I take a swig, grimace, and pass it back to Vaughn. He mirrors my actions, minus the grimace. The alcohol affects me immediately, warming my chest and upper arms. It hasn’t quite hit my brain yet, but it will. Vaughn is looking up over my head, and I swivel to see what he’s staring at. There’s an oak tree about ten feet behind me, and there’s something wedged in a crevice where one of the branches meets the trunk. I squint my eyes to try to make out what it is, but to no avail. “What is that?” I ask Vaughn. “I don’t know,” he says, shaking his head, “but I’m going to find out.” He hops up and starts walking toward the tree. “How?” I ask dubiously, getting up to follow him. “I’m gonna climb it,” he says, grinning at me like a little boy about to embark on a great adventure. He’s going to climb the tree. I can’t believe he’s going to climb the tree. Just the thought of Vaughn shimmying up that tree is turning me on, and I have to look away from him. When I look back he’s taking off his jacket and… oh my God. What was a little tingle between my legs has turned to a full on throbbing. He’s wearing his shoulder holster. I don’t know what it is about that shoulder holster, but it makes me so fucking hot. I can feel the heat radiating from my face and I’m sure it’s a hue somewhere in the neighbourhood of crimson. “Can you hold this?” Vaughn asks, handing me his jacket. I nod dumbly. He leaves his holster on and rolls up his sleeves before beginning his ascent. I’m surprised by how adept he is, and he reaches the branch in no time. “It’s a shoe box,” he yells down at me. He tucks it under one arm and drops to the ground. “What’s in it?” I ask. He opens the box and pulls out a CD. That’s it. The box contains one CD. It isn’t labelled, it’s a generic CD. Could be a music CD, could be a CD ROM, who knows. Vaughn walks to the trunk of his car and comes back with his laptop. We sit back down on the ground as he pops the CD in. It automatically starts and the sound of "Somebody" by Depeche Mode. “I guess it’s a CD that someone’s burned,” says Vaughn. “I wonder why it was in a shoebox up a tree,” I say, feeling bewildered. “I have no idea,” Vaughn says, shaking his head and grinning. We sit there for quite awhile, just listening to music and chatting. The CD is a mixture of Eighties songs. A lot of it’s pretty bad, but we’re too curious to turn it off. The spy in me can’t help but wonder what else is on the CD, if it’s secretly copying files from Vaughn’s computer, or spreading a virus, but I try to let it go. It’s nice to just sit here and do nothing, and not worry about stuff like that. “Oh my God,” I say as "Every Rose has its Thorn" by Poison begins to play. “This song was playing when I had my first kiss.” “Really?” Vaughn asks incredulously. “This is when our age difference shows. I was in college when this song came out. Actually, I think I was in my last year of college when this song came out.” We laugh and joke about the Eighties for a while. I’m about to say something about my florescent orange suspenders when I hear the beginning of the next song, and I stop mid-sentence. Vaughn is quiet too and we’re just looking at each other.
I look away from Vaughn and study a pebble by my shoe. But I can feel him looking at me and I can’t help but be drawn back to his eyes. I tell myself that I can't hold out forever. And even as I wander, And I can't fight this feeling anymore. Vaughn moves over closer to me and starts stroking my hair. His gaze is still locked on mine and he looks incredibly serious. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest. I can’t believe I’m having palpitations from REO Speedwagon. I’ve always found this song to be pretty cheesy, but it suddenly has new meaning to me. Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore. My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you. Vaughn’s serious face dissolves a little at this verse, and I smirk, recognizing the truth in the words. I suppose I have made his life a whirlwind, made him run around in circles. And he has followed me into some fucked up places, like the Vatican and Taipei. And even as I wander, And I can't fight this feeling anymore. Vaughn leans in and places a gentle kiss on my lips. He reaches up and cradles my head in his hands, his right thumb drawing circles on my cheek. I bring my arms up to circle his waist and he takes that as a signal to deepen the kiss. Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore. As the song ends, our kiss is no longer gentle and our tongues are thrashing against each other, our hands everywhere. I guess gentle isn’t the way this first encounter is going to go, and I can’t say that I mind. I’ve been feeling the urgency to rip off Vaughn’s clothes forever, and now that it’s finally coming to fruition, I’m not going to change my mind and take my time. By the fervor of Vaughn’s motions I can tell that we’re on the same page. Vaughn begins to remove my sweatshirt, but I stop him. I have an idea, and it involves leaving my shirt on or enduring a lot of pain. I endure enough physical pain in my life, I’m not going to volunteer for it. Vaughn looks quizzically at me as I stand up and remove the clothes from the lower half of my body. The quizzical expression morphs into a lusty one as I finish, but I don’t succumb to his hunger. Instead I turn and walk away from him. When I reach the oak tree, I turn around and lean back against it. Smiling slyly, I crook a finger at Vaughn, motioning for him to come to me. Vaughn doesn’t hesitate in getting up and walking over to me. When he reaches me, he presses his body into me and kisses me fiercely. It feels wonderful, but he’s wearing too many clothes. I push him back and quickly undress him. When I’m finished, he hikes me up against the tree, considerately making sure that my sweatshirt hangs down over my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and wait for him to enter me. He pulls back a little to look at me, making sure that I’m ready. I give him a quick nod and he swiftly enters me. It’s painful for a moment, but once he starts moving it goes away. He’s going slowly, and I can tell it’s taking every ounce of willpower he has to hold back. I don’t need him to, we’ve had a year and a half of foreplay. I’m ready. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m ready.” With my encouragement, Vaughn unleashes an onslaught on me. He rams into me, pressing me hard against the tree. Within seconds I’m coming, and he quickly follows. He’s still holding me up, but his head is on my shoulder and his breathing ragged. “Wow,” he breathes, pulling out of me and setting me down. He’s still got his arms around me and I let myself lean against him. We stay this way for a minute, but I’m getting a little chilly. I’ve still got my sweatshirt on, but Vaughn is naked, so I can only imagine that he must be chilly as well. A little shiver confirms my suspicions. “What do you say we move this to the tent?” I ask. It’s starting to get dark anyway, and I don’t know what kind of animals are around. Not that a thin layer of canvas will really protect us, but it will hide us at least. Vaughn agrees and slips his boxer briefs back on before beginning to gather our things from outside the tent. We bring everything in and set up our sleeping bags, zipping them together. I pull off my sweatshirt and unhook my bra, and revel in the fact that Vaughn is unabashedly staring at me. I pull back the sleeping bag and climb in. He loses the boxer briefs and follows suit. “Ow,” he says, wincing as he lies down. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “Uh, I guess it was a combination of climbing the tree and… our other activities. I think I pulled a muscle in my back.” “Here,” I say, guiding him to lie on his stomach, “let me massage you.” I straddle his lower back and begin to massage. I need some lotion. I’ve got some H2O body lotion in my purse so I get it from the corner of the tent. I resume my position and squirt some lotion on my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. When I lay my hands on him and start massaging, I get a wonderfully deep moan in response. It brings the throbbing back between my legs, and it doesn’t help that I’m naked and sitting on his ass. I press myself into him a little to relieve the pressure. This elicits another moan from Vaughn, and it sparks a chain reaction of moaning and thrusting, and it doesn’t take long for him to flip himself over beneath me. When his erection presses against my centre, it’s my turn to moan. Vaughn reaches up to grab my waist and gently flips me on my back. “This time I want to slow things down,” he says. “Things went so quickly last time that I didn’t even get a chance to even really look at you. And now it’s dark.” “Where’s the flashlight?” I ask. Vaughn grins and reaches for the flashlight sitting on the tent floor. He flicks it on and starts trailing the beam of light over my body. I feel scrutinized, but it’s kind of thrilling. He begins leaving a trail of kisses where the light travels. He reaches my centre and uses his tongue to bring me to climax once again. When I’m finished he comes to kiss me, and I take hold of his penis to guide him inside me. “We don’t have to…” he trails off. “Shh, I want to.” This time our lovemaking is slow and sensuous. We gaze into each other’s eyes as we move together. The first time was about passion and lust. This time it’s about love. I see the love in his eyes and I’m sure he sees it in mine. I close my eyes as I climax and I open them again in time to watch him tumble over the edge. It’s a beautiful sight. Vaughn pulls out of me and lies on his side beside me, pulling me to face him. He kisses me long and deeply, and when we break apart, I sigh. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Nothing, everything is perfect,” I tell him. And I mean it. It doesn’t matter what’s waiting for us back in L.A., back in the real world. All that matters right now is right here in this tent. Our relationship will not be perfect. We will have to sneak around, hide, and be extraordinarily careful. Our work relationship isn’t even perfect, we fight like enemies sometimes. But this moment, it’s perfect. And I will hold onto it for a long, long time.
The End The song is "Can’t Fight this Feeling" by REO Speedwagon
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