V+O; in the Alternate Universe **Completed**

Chapter 3

O lay back on the water's edge, elbows digging into the grainy silt, the rest of her floating. Opening a single eye to watch V making little waves without ever touching the water with his hand. All he did was make a wave motion with his fingers, and he sent ripples through the pond. The water was really clear, so clear that she could see little fish darting through the leafy reeds.

A feeling of knowing rippled through her like the waves V was making. She sat up focused on the movement he was creating.

He looked over, "What's wrong?" he stopped his wave making.

"Nothing," She shook the weird feeling away. V didn't seem convinced but continued to idly play with the water, every so often glancing at her through his dark lashes. O was too transfixed watching the waves to notice he was only doing it half heartedly.

Lifting her eyes to the sky she stared up at the swirling clouds, gray-blue eyes, almost identical to her own, flashed under her eyelids as she blinked, the only memory of her mother. She had been staring down at Orailia probably in the last moments of her life. Just before O was taken and tossed into another world in an attempt to save her own life from torment or worse. Who would she have been if it weren't for V's mother. Vaguely she wondered if her own mother and his had conspired to save her, and she hoped that it was so.

Why was it always the evil people who survived, and the good were always snatched away too early? O could never understand this. Good was supposed to triumph over evil, that's how all the fairytales went, but then again all the originals were tragically awful. The little mermaid turns to sea foam, and Sleeping Beauty gets raped. Was tragedy really the true reality? She glanced over at V and secretly hoped it wasn't.

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Orailia was clearly millions of miles away in her thoughts; V watched, slightly concerned as he lay back only feet from her. She glanced over; rolling in the water so her stomach must've been resting on the sand like silt.

He was shirtless and he could see Orailia staring at the ripples of muscle, forming his abs, the muscles were all molded together, skin stretched tightly over top.

V noticed her hand twitch, and then she reached out and ran her fingers over his skin. The moment her cold fingers touched him was like they raked an icy fire across his stomach; but it was the most pleasant sensation. He audibly exhaled and shuddered, goosebumps appearing on his skin.

O pulled her hand away, but he reached for it. Bringing the back of her hand to his cheek, he closed his eyes, and ran it down to his lips and inhaled. Letting her fingers hover on his lips. They were full and dark pink in color. Her finger ran from the cupid's bow down over his bottom lip pulling slightly as she brushed it.

A bird cawed shrilly and she pulled away as if she were about to get caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.

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Orailia stood up, the water poured off of her, V stood with her as if mirroring her motion accidentally. "So what now? Sun dry?"

The moment had been cut off so abruptly that V looked as if he were still drunken, but sobering quickly.

"No, check this." He said a smile dancing over his lips, mischievous, it reached his eyes and set them alight. Clenching his fists at chest level then let his fingers fly open, the water that had moments ago drenched her sprayed in all different directions.

O laughed and shook out her hair. "And you think that's a useless talent? If you ask me, that's damn useful." She sort of suspected he could do way more than just parlour tricks, but also figured he was far too modest to show her. Respecting that she was patient enough to wait.