Justine0123
Cadet
Author's Note: Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor any of the songs that I may use throughout the story. This is for pure enjoyment only.
For the sake of my story Vaughn and Sydney, for now, have three children;
Isabelle: 7 years old
Jack: 4 years old
Aiden: 2 years old (this character however, I do own)
The sun was long gone. It had disappeared behind the waves, setting itself somewhere on the other side of the world. The only thing that gives off light is the half moon reflecting off the ocean. She stands on the deck and lets the breeze wrap
around her like a thin blanket. The rolling waves are the only noise she can hear. She feels him, before she feels him. He
comes up behind her to rest his chin against her shoulder. “The kids are asleep . . . for now.”
“For now?” She buries her self deeper in his embrace.
“That storm will be coming in soon. You know how Jack isn’t fond of thunder and Isabelle just hates lightning.”
“And what about Aiden?”
“Ah, he could sleep through a dump truck sailing through a nitroglycerin plant.”
“Just like his father.” She feels his smile against her cheek. The temperature drops, the breeze picking up some speed.
The clouds seem to roll in without anyone noticing. The rain comes first. Slowly at first, a mere mist. Within
seconds, it forms puddles in the sand. The waves are rougher and more frequent. Vaughn pulls Sydney into the house
sliding the doors shut. Down the hall their three children stay sound asleep, unaware of the storm raging outside their
windows. Maybe it will be a calm storm. One that she and Vaughn can enjoy; one without someone’s foot in their side, or
another’s hand in their face. Sydney wanders into their bedroom to change while Vaughn stays behind to set the coffee pot
for the morning. He wipes down the counter before following in his wife’s footsteps.
Vaughn steps out of his jeans and pulls his t-shirt off to set them in the hamper nestled in the corner of their
room. Although the temperature outside is on the chilly side, due to the weather, the room is slightly on the muggy side so
he opens the doors to the balcony and lets the breeze sweep in. The light from their adjoining bathroom goes out and
Sydney steps into the room in something that was not meant to stay on. At least, if he had any say in the matter. The devil
that his wife is, already knew that. “Are you going to stand there and tease me, or are you come over here so I can tease
you?”
“Well, that depends Mr. Vaughn?”
“On?”
“Are you feeling lucky tonight?”
“Aren’t I lucky every night?” He has her stumped there. She walks closer to him, but just far enough to be out of reach. He
would have to lean in if he wanted her. And he wanted her. The rain, the gentle breeze, his wife wearing nothing, all this
was like gasoline on an already burning fire. In his swift grace, he pulls her to him and places his mouth over her own. His
tongue begs for permission and sweeps her mouth clean while hers fights to gain the upper hand. They become a tangled
mess of limbs and tongues forgetting where she ends and he begins. They manage to find the bed in their fumbling and
Sydney’s nightie finds its place on the floor, somewhere next to his boxers he thinks.
He finds himself on his back with her legs hugging his hips. He feels the feather light touch of her fingertips
tracing the scars littering his chest. The round wounds are pink and slightly faded, jagged around the edges. Thirteen of
them are scattered about and her eyes never cease to water when thinking back on that day, but Vaughn never lets her
thoughts linger there for long. He pulls her down on top of his and rolls their entwined bodies until he’s the one on top. His
weight is comfortable and inviting. Sydney arches her body to mesh closer to Vaughn and his lips travel from her lips to
the taunt skin of her neck. The skin his teeth finds becomes shallow as she sucks in a quick breath, he moves on. His lips
travel the short distance from her neck to her breasts. Deciding which one to give attention too was slightly difficult so he
just went with the left one first. He lightly grips her nipple with his teeth, tugging ever so gently, but yet just hard enough to
elicit a moan from deep within her throat. Sydney’s hips thrust under his when he smugly continues to tug at her flesh,
hands roaming the length of her side and back up again to settle in her hair. His fingers tangle in her hair and his knuckles
turn a slight shade of white as Sydney’s hips tease his erection trapped between their bodies. With teasing, it only leads to
more and someone has to stop it. Before she can pull him away, his lips are already on hers and his knee pushes her leg
further away. Taking the invitation, she wraps her legs around his thighs and pushes into her in one fluid motion, burying
himself so that pelvis meets pelvis. They swallow one another’s moans and the dance begins. His thrusting is slow at first,
knowing the slow, teasing pace will piss her off slightly. When she’s fed up with the torturous pace, Sydney’s legs travel
further up his body to cling to his hips, forcing him deeper inside her. “Hmm, aren’t we the insistent one.” Ignoring his
comment she thrust her own hips roughly against him and he grunts from the pleasure coursing through his blood. Her lips
find his neck and she begins to suck, almost as if she were a vampire. Now, even he knows he can’t tease her forever;
that just wouldn’t be fair. The smell of the salt water sweeping in off the shore, mingled with the sweet smell of sex adds to
the burning fire and he pushes one knee towards her chest while he thrust more vigorously. She grabs fistfuls of hair
urging him to continue and his mouth seeks her own and the thrusting builds until her internal walls clamp down on him and
begin to quiver, her orgasm flushes her entire body with a pink tint and spent she collapses further into the mattress.
Moments later when his own release produces a sheen of sweat on his back, he nestles his head in the crook of her neck.
Vaughn plants a few kisses to her shoulder and rolls onto his back. She follows and put her head to his chest and an arm
around his waist. “I love you Vaughn.”
“Mhmm, I love you too, very much.” Together they fall asleep the storm still raging and the kids still sleeping. Tomorrow is
another day they get to spend together, but if tomorrow never comes, then love happened today.
For the sake of my story Vaughn and Sydney, for now, have three children;
Isabelle: 7 years old
Jack: 4 years old
Aiden: 2 years old (this character however, I do own)
When Love Happens
Chapter 1: Love Happens
Chapter 1: Love Happens
The sun was long gone. It had disappeared behind the waves, setting itself somewhere on the other side of the world. The only thing that gives off light is the half moon reflecting off the ocean. She stands on the deck and lets the breeze wrap
around her like a thin blanket. The rolling waves are the only noise she can hear. She feels him, before she feels him. He
comes up behind her to rest his chin against her shoulder. “The kids are asleep . . . for now.”
“For now?” She buries her self deeper in his embrace.
“That storm will be coming in soon. You know how Jack isn’t fond of thunder and Isabelle just hates lightning.”
“And what about Aiden?”
“Ah, he could sleep through a dump truck sailing through a nitroglycerin plant.”
“Just like his father.” She feels his smile against her cheek. The temperature drops, the breeze picking up some speed.
The clouds seem to roll in without anyone noticing. The rain comes first. Slowly at first, a mere mist. Within
seconds, it forms puddles in the sand. The waves are rougher and more frequent. Vaughn pulls Sydney into the house
sliding the doors shut. Down the hall their three children stay sound asleep, unaware of the storm raging outside their
windows. Maybe it will be a calm storm. One that she and Vaughn can enjoy; one without someone’s foot in their side, or
another’s hand in their face. Sydney wanders into their bedroom to change while Vaughn stays behind to set the coffee pot
for the morning. He wipes down the counter before following in his wife’s footsteps.
Vaughn steps out of his jeans and pulls his t-shirt off to set them in the hamper nestled in the corner of their
room. Although the temperature outside is on the chilly side, due to the weather, the room is slightly on the muggy side so
he opens the doors to the balcony and lets the breeze sweep in. The light from their adjoining bathroom goes out and
Sydney steps into the room in something that was not meant to stay on. At least, if he had any say in the matter. The devil
that his wife is, already knew that. “Are you going to stand there and tease me, or are you come over here so I can tease
you?”
“Well, that depends Mr. Vaughn?”
“On?”
“Are you feeling lucky tonight?”
“Aren’t I lucky every night?” He has her stumped there. She walks closer to him, but just far enough to be out of reach. He
would have to lean in if he wanted her. And he wanted her. The rain, the gentle breeze, his wife wearing nothing, all this
was like gasoline on an already burning fire. In his swift grace, he pulls her to him and places his mouth over her own. His
tongue begs for permission and sweeps her mouth clean while hers fights to gain the upper hand. They become a tangled
mess of limbs and tongues forgetting where she ends and he begins. They manage to find the bed in their fumbling and
Sydney’s nightie finds its place on the floor, somewhere next to his boxers he thinks.
He finds himself on his back with her legs hugging his hips. He feels the feather light touch of her fingertips
tracing the scars littering his chest. The round wounds are pink and slightly faded, jagged around the edges. Thirteen of
them are scattered about and her eyes never cease to water when thinking back on that day, but Vaughn never lets her
thoughts linger there for long. He pulls her down on top of his and rolls their entwined bodies until he’s the one on top. His
weight is comfortable and inviting. Sydney arches her body to mesh closer to Vaughn and his lips travel from her lips to
the taunt skin of her neck. The skin his teeth finds becomes shallow as she sucks in a quick breath, he moves on. His lips
travel the short distance from her neck to her breasts. Deciding which one to give attention too was slightly difficult so he
just went with the left one first. He lightly grips her nipple with his teeth, tugging ever so gently, but yet just hard enough to
elicit a moan from deep within her throat. Sydney’s hips thrust under his when he smugly continues to tug at her flesh,
hands roaming the length of her side and back up again to settle in her hair. His fingers tangle in her hair and his knuckles
turn a slight shade of white as Sydney’s hips tease his erection trapped between their bodies. With teasing, it only leads to
more and someone has to stop it. Before she can pull him away, his lips are already on hers and his knee pushes her leg
further away. Taking the invitation, she wraps her legs around his thighs and pushes into her in one fluid motion, burying
himself so that pelvis meets pelvis. They swallow one another’s moans and the dance begins. His thrusting is slow at first,
knowing the slow, teasing pace will piss her off slightly. When she’s fed up with the torturous pace, Sydney’s legs travel
further up his body to cling to his hips, forcing him deeper inside her. “Hmm, aren’t we the insistent one.” Ignoring his
comment she thrust her own hips roughly against him and he grunts from the pleasure coursing through his blood. Her lips
find his neck and she begins to suck, almost as if she were a vampire. Now, even he knows he can’t tease her forever;
that just wouldn’t be fair. The smell of the salt water sweeping in off the shore, mingled with the sweet smell of sex adds to
the burning fire and he pushes one knee towards her chest while he thrust more vigorously. She grabs fistfuls of hair
urging him to continue and his mouth seeks her own and the thrusting builds until her internal walls clamp down on him and
begin to quiver, her orgasm flushes her entire body with a pink tint and spent she collapses further into the mattress.
Moments later when his own release produces a sheen of sweat on his back, he nestles his head in the crook of her neck.
Vaughn plants a few kisses to her shoulder and rolls onto his back. She follows and put her head to his chest and an arm
around his waist. “I love you Vaughn.”
“Mhmm, I love you too, very much.” Together they fall asleep the storm still raging and the kids still sleeping. Tomorrow is
another day they get to spend together, but if tomorrow never comes, then love happened today.