Her Sempiternal (Sequel to Oliver's Smile)

The Silence Never Satisfies.

I felt Oli's arms snake around my waist, pulling me from my slumber. I smiled as his soft breath tickled the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. 

"Morning," he whispered. I smiled wider.

"Morning," I said back. He nuzzled the back of my neck softly with his lips. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

"I love you too," I said back. I rolled over to face him. His soft hazel eyes gazed back at me. I missed waking up to this so much.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked quietly. I couldn't help but to giggle.

"Whe you finally let me sleep you mean?" I asked. A small, devious grin appeared on his face. 

"You liked it and you know it," he said. He pressed his soft lips into mine. I tangled my fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. He rolled over ontop of me, his warm skin pressing up against mine. I wrapped my legs tightly around him. His tounge flicked anxiously at my lips. I bit down on it softly, causing a soft moan to escape from his lips.

"What did you do that for?" he murmured. His lips trailed down my jawline and my neck. 

"Because I could," I whipered. I carefully lifted his face back up to mine and kissed him again. This time, I forced my tougne into his mouth, something that actually didn't take much forcing. The buldge in the front of his thin shorts twitched slighty. I couldn't help but to smile. 

"Don't get to excited. You have things to do today," I whispered. He groaned heavily, flopping down ontop of me. I grunted. "Move, fatty!" I squealed. 

"Did you just call me fat?" he asked, a devious look in his eyes appearing. 

"Yes!" I said. I squirmed, trying to get away. He only laid on me more, tickling my sides. I laughed uncontrolably.

"Oli! Stop it!" I squealed.

"Never! Take is back!" he said, tickling me harder. My sides began to hurt fom laughing, but I couldn't stop.

"Oliver Scott Sykes!" I screamed.

"Beg for mercy!" he shouted. I gasped for air.

"You're! Not! Fat!" I panted. He finally let me go. I rolled away from him, gasping to catch my breath. Oli chuckled.

"I'd  forgotten how tickish you were," he said. I felt him lay next to me again, wrapping his arms around me. I smiled and rested my head in the crook of his neck. His arms were laying in front of me. Red scars traced his wrists, some still had scabs. I reached out and lightly touched them, only to have Oli jerk them away.

"Don't," he whispered. He sat up and crossed the room. I sighed, knowing how sensitive he was about them. "Don't touch them," he whispered. I pushed myself off the bed and walked over to him. I only had on a pair of underwear, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his back softly.

"Oliver, we talked about this. I love you. I don't care what you did in the past. It doesn't matter now. What matters is we are back together, and you're getting better," I whispered. He sighed heavily, but clasped my hands in his.

"Brodie, they make me hate myself. Not only did I do this to me, I did it to you. I can't take it back," he whispered. I slunk around his body in front of him. His head was bowed. I carefully lifted his chin up.

"They are part of you, and I love them. Scars mean you survived," I whispered. I picked up his wrists again and held them to my lips and kissed them gently. A single tear rolled down Oli's face and splahed onto the ground.

"God I love you so much," he whispered. He hugged me tightly. I burried my face in the crook of his neck.

"And I love you too, Oliver," I whispered. He stood there holding me. Every now and again, I felt a tear splash down on my shoulder. I hated it when he cried. I tried to fight back my own tears, knoiwng that if I cried, he wouldn't stop. I had never seen him so vulnarable before... Even though we were back together now, things were different. He was so much quieter, like he was afraid of speaking and ruining the moment.

Finally, he pulled away and looked down at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Things are going to be okay, alright?" I whispered. I reached up and kissed him again. He melted into my lips. 

"Are you sure?" he whispered. I nodded.

"Because I'm never going to leave you again, okay?" I whispered. He nodded and kissed me again. A soft knock at the door broke us apart. I quickly pulled away from Oli and grabbed a shirt from the floor and threw it on. 

"Come in," Oli said. The door creaked open, and in stepped Jordan. The second he saw me without pants on, he blushed a deep shade of red and turned away. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Uh, we have to be at the studio in thirty minutes," he said quietly. He left the room quickly, still blushiing.

"Jordan is the sweetest person ever. Usually people jsut come bursting in. And, if I don'y have clothes on, they never turn away," I said. Oli gave a slight chuckle as he pulled some black skinnies from his drawer.

"That's Jordan for you. He is the most polite guy I have ever met," he said. I slipped into Oli's basket ball shorts and sat down on the bed. I watched him dress in his skinnies and a Drop Dead jersey. He walked back over to me.

"You coming down to say goodbye?" he whispered.

"I better, or Matty will be butt hurt," I said. I threw my hair up into a messy bun. I used to care so much about how I looked in front of the guys, but now, I barely cared if I had clothes on, as I had already demonstrated to Jordan. 

The guys were sitting down stairs on one of the new couches. The second Jordan saw me, his face turned red again. I laughed.

"Jordan, don't worry about it. You have the decency to look away, where as these guys don't," I said. 

"It's rude to stare at a girl when she's half naked," he said. 

"So, you walked in on Brodie?" Matty said with a big smile on his face. He bowed his head. I thumped him on his head.

"Oi! What was that for?" he asked, rubbing the sore spot.

"Leave him alone. He's the most polite guy ever. Better than you can say for youself, Pickles," I said. He pouted again. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Oli, who was chuckling to himself.

"Well, when you lads are finished, we should probably get going," he said. The guys all jumped up and headed for the door. Jordan walked over to me, head still bowed.

"I'm sorry," he said. I laughed and pulled him into a hug, something he wasn't expecting.

"It's really okay. I promise. Like I said, you have the decency to look away," I said. He hugged me tightly for a few seconds, until Oli cleared his throat.

"Can I say goodbye to my girlfriend?" he asked. Jordan apologized yet again before heading out the door with the guys. Oli pulled me into a tight embrace before giving me a quick kiss.

"Have a good day babe," he whispered. "I love you," he said. 

"I love you too. Go have fun!" I called as he darted out the door. 

I sighed and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on, so I settled for Spongebob to fill the silence. 

There was a newspaper laying on the small coffee table in front of me. I never read them, but out of sheer bordom, I picked it up and began flipping through the pages. A small add caught my attention.

"Mini Doberman pichers for sale!" the add read. I gazed down at the picture of the tiny puppies. A devious smile appeared on my face.

"I know what I'm doing today," I said to myself.

Ps. Okay, so I don't wanna spoil anything, but since it's kind of obvious what Brodie is up to, I just want you all to pretend that Oskar didn't exist up until this point, okay? So, yeah, I know it's wrong because Oli has had Oskar for umpteen many years, but because this is "fan-FICTION" I'm changing things up a bit. So yeah, just go with it people. I love you all. <3