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Welcome Home

Fluff, Donovan, and not much more, lol

Title: Welcome Home
Author: Kat
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: Just playing with the characters, lol
Note: Co-written with Celsie

~*~

Sydney rolled over and stretched. A thunderstorm was brewing outside - and inside it seemed. She froze as she heard the dog gather all his energy and bound down the hallway, bouncing off the walls, and leaping over clutter. His thunderous barks and growls seemed to come from somewhere deep inside. Sydney struggled with the tangled sheets, and managed to fight her way out of the bed and out the door.

"Donovan," she called after the rambunctious dog. "DONOVAN!!!!"

Too late. BOOM!! SPLAT!! The dog had bounded right through the screen door towards the mailman. She ran after him, trying to grab the collar before he managed to fully tackle the poor man. Almost as if she were on assignment, she threw herself through the air in an effort to tackle the dog before he could go any further.

THUD! Splash!

It was raining. She was wet. Worst of all, the dog was wet. She wasn't too sure if the panting was her or Donovan.

Exhausted, Sydney lay on the ground, in a puddle, arms wrapped around the beast, and looked up at the bewildered mailman.

"So, how’s your life?" she asked nonchantly, like nothing had happened. She reached up and brushed a damp lock of hair out of her eyes.

"uhhhh ... Can you... uh... sign... for this," he managed to bumble out, rain dripping off his hat onto his shoulders.

Sydney stumbled to her feet and, one hand on the dog's collar, managed to scribble something legible by the "X". He tossed a small package towards her, and slowly began to back down the path, eyes on the beast that stood drooling and watching him. Sydney watched him slipping in the puddles and on the wet grass. She stifled her laughter as he turned on his heels and ran full tilt back to the delivery truck.

"You're bad. You know that? You're just trouble," she said as she turned and scratched behind the dog's ears, as he tilted his head up towards her and laid a giant slobbery puppy kiss across her face. Sydney's voice betrayed her words. She adored this dog. Almost as much as his owner. "Yeah, you know that. But you're damn cute. You're lucky you have that going for you."

She turned, still holding him by his collar, and led him back into the house. Donovan bounded ahead towards the kitchen. Sydney stepped carefully over the broken screen that now lay in the front entrance. "Dumb f****** luck," she muttered under her breath as she kicked the broken screen aside and shut the door. Donovan stopped in his tracks and shook violently, water flying everywhere. "What a dog!" She watched him gallop into the kitchen, and start to happily chomp away on his dog food. She squished in after him, looking at the package in her hands.

It was addressed to her, but she didn't recognize a whole lot more. The writing on the label had run after being out in the rain. She set the package on the counter while she put the coffee on and grabbed a towel to dry off. As the aroma filled the kitchen, she slowly turned the package in her hands and opened the plain brown wrapping. The package wasn't small, but she couldn't really call it large either. She laughed. Childhood games came back to her - It was bigger then a toothbrush, but smaller then a bread box. Vaughn needed to come home soon. She had her own version of 20 Questions she wanted to play. She held it to her ear. It made no noise. She tore the last piece of paper off, and was faced with a blank white box. There, she recognized the writing. Vaughn. She smiled.


BOOOOOM!!!

The whole house shook. The clap of thunder startled Sydney and she jumped, dropping the package to the floor. Donovan yelped, and scooted down the hallway to hide under the bed.

"Brave dog," she muttered as she bent down to pick up the box. She looked at the writing again:

I miss you. I love you. Thinking of you. Be home soon. - V.

Sydney sighed and turned towards the den. She picked up the remote and flipped the television on. ESPN came on. She laughed. She hadn't had the TV on since he left 4 days ago, and just her luck, highlights from the Kings/Canucks game from last night. She watched the players on the bench cheering each goal. She hugged the box close to her. It was only 24 more hours. He'd be home soon. As much as he loved his family, it was probably killing him to not be here to watch the playoffs. In fact, she could hear him now: It's such a noble sport. It's a 'guy's sport. And then, no doubt he'd offer an example, probably the same one he had always offered - that there had never been an incident involving a Canadian flag like there'd been in baseball. Then, he'd start in on the ball players, their huge salaries and lazy ethics, and she would, like always, fall asleep with her head rested on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

She sat frozen, watching the highlight reel in a trance. The playoffs were over and it had moved onto basketball. The doorbell rang. Sydney jumped. It was a footrace to the door. Donovan was bounding and leaping down the hallway again, apparently having overcome his fear of thunder. They both reached the broken screen at the same time, and in one fluid motion, they both leaped towards the door. Sydney managed to grab the collar just before the dog barreled through the wooden door. She opened the door a crack to see who was there.

Another delivery man.

Donovan strained to break free from Sydney's grasp, his small body wriggling, trying to get out of her grasp. Blocking the door with her body, Sydney reached through the small crack in the doorway to take the clipboard and sign. As Sydney handed it back to him, she slipped on the wet entryway and landed on the ground. Donovan broke free and bounded out the door.

"No," Sydney hollered.

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

Another clap of thunder. Mid-leap, the dog whimpered and spun a full 180 degrees back towards the house. She just shook her head and laughed. At least Donovan was entertaining.

"Brave animal," the delivery man said as Sydney struggled to her feet. He thrust his hands out towards her. "Here."

Flowers. A huge bouquet of tulips. Pink and white. Against the grey sky, they almost glowed. They were so cheerful, so hopeful. A huge smile crossed her face as she reached out to take them. She saw the card, and absentmindedly kicked the door shut behind her while she pulled it out. They were from Vaughn. They were her favorite flowers, at least they were now. She read the card.

I miss you. I love you. Thinking of you. Be home soon. -V.

She buried her face in the flowers and inhaled, her mind filled with ways of just how to welcome him home. Twenty-four hours.... that was it. He'd be home in 24 hours. She carried the flowers to the kitchen and found a vase to put them in. They were going in her room until he returned. They would keep her happy, not as happy as he would have, but happy enough for the next 24 hours.

Sydney wandered down the hall towards her room and heard snoring coming from inside. She sighed and just shook her head. Donovan. She peaked in the door. There he was, curled up in her pillows, snoring away. He looked so content, but she didn’t want to share the bed with a wet dog.

"Ok you," she sighed, as she placed the flowers on the bedside table. "Time to move, no more wet dog on the bed." she gently nudged him off the bed. He landed on the ground with a thud and just stood there, a little put out to be woken from his dreams.

"You're fine," she scoffed at him. "And you know, if you were dry, I would be more then happy to curl up and nap with you. But you, sir, are a wet, smelly, dog." She leaned in to scratch his ears and he rewarded her with another slobbery kiss. Sydney just laughed as he plodded out the door and down the hall, no doubt to curl up on the couch.

She walked to the dresser and pulled out a clean tank top, wanting to change out of the water soaked clothes she was in. As an after thought, she grabbed a pair of Vaughn’s boxer shorts. She smiled, just thinking about him. Soon. Only a few more hours. She laughed at herself. She was acting like a lovesick fool. But she couldn’t help it.

Sydney crawled onto the bed, flipped the pillows over and pulled the sheets back up over her. She had only been up for an hour, but it had been a very long hour. The rain hit rhythmically against the window and Sydney found herself drifting off into another sleep.

BOOOOOOM!!

Sydney jumped. She struggled with the tangled sheets... again. As she tried to shake her head clear, she listened for Donovan's whimpering. Nothing. Silence. There was no way he had slept through that clap of thunder. She listened harder. There was still nothing. Odd.

Exhaling, she fell back onto the pillows and rolled onto her side, staring at her flowers. She loved them. The door creaked open. Donovan finally was making an appearance.

"Come here, pup," she said as she patted the bed behind her. She felt the weight of the dog on the bed and rolled over to scratch his -

"Vaughn!" Sydney's face lit up at the sight of Vaughn sitting beside her on the bed. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him. When he came up for air, Vaughn laughed at her.

“Did you miss me?” He winked and she lightly smacked his arm.

“I hate when you have to leave for so long.” He lay down next to her and gathered her in his arms. She snuggled against his chest and sighed happily.

“Syd, you know I would have taken you in a heartbeat, but you were the one who didn’t want to come along.” He gently placed kisses along her face and she smiled, closing her eyes.

“I didn’t want to interfere in your family’s business. But you’re home now and that’s all that matters.” She wrapped her arms lazily around his neck and just held onto him, the scent of his aftershave calming her.

“Did you get the package?” She opened her eyes and stared at him, before remembering the encounter earlier with the mailman.

She started to laugh. “Your brave dog decided to go after the delivery man and I forgot all about it.” She sat up and rolled over until she lying on his chest, staring into his eyes. “Should we save it for later so we can concentrate on your welcome home?” Her hand moved to slowly trace his chest and she sent him an innocent look.

“Sydney, you’re going to be the death of me.” He stilled her hand and picked it up, bringing it to his lips. He teased the skin of her palm and her breathing soon turned ragged.

She smiled, the package soon forgotten. “What a way to go…” Vaughn moved his hands to her sides and began to tickle her. She held her breath, not wanting to give in. He looked at her with a knowing grin and began to work even harder. She finally just let the laughter out, collapsing on top of him. “You’ll pay for that…”

Her words were quickly cut off by Vaughn’s mouth pressing against hers. She leaned into the kiss, her hands already tugging his shirt up and over his head. She sat up and straddled his waist, smiling down at him.

“Don’t think that kiss made me forget.” She lightly raked her nails across his chest, squeezing his waist with her knees. Vaughn groaned and she laughed. “I told you that you would pay.” She leaned down and placed a kiss on his chest before moving to lie on top of him.

Vaughn’s hands played with the hem of her shirt, slowly pushing the material up. “As much as I love seeing you in these clothes, they really need to go.” She sat up enough to let him slip her tank top off before moving to cover his body again.

She placed kisses along his neck, lightly nipping the skin near his ear. She moved her hands to unbutton his pants, tugging the zipper and pushing them down. He kicked them off the rest of the way and hooked his thumbs in the waist of the boxer shorts she was wearing. His fingers stroked the skin of her back and she held her breath, waiting.

Vaughn sat up, pushing her back on the bed. He lifted her hips and slowly removed the shorts, his fingers trailing over the skin he exposed. Tossing the shorts to the floor, he moved to cover her body. His hands trailed along her sides and she pulled him into a kiss. Pulling away slightly, he placed light kisses along her nose and jaw line. She sighed and held his face close as he teased and tormented her with little nips and kisses.

She gasped as he began to kiss his way down her stomach, tickling her sides as he explored the expanse of skin with his mouth. He kissed his way back up her body, gently cupping her breasts and giving them equal attention.

When she couldn’t take anymore, she gripped his arms, and he kissed her gently on the shoulder, licking the skin. She shivered as she felt him slowly begin to tease her. She met his gaze as he entered her. He stilled and she pushed her hips against his, urging him to move.

He began to thrust and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations building up in her body. He leaned forward to kiss her deeply and she sighed as he began to thrust harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing her muscles around him.

He groaned and she lightly raked her nails across his back before her hands gripped his arms. She could feel herself begin to fall apart and she arched her back, taking him deeper as he continued to thrust. She reached the breaking point, calling Vaughn’s name. He quickly followed her, collapsing on top of her body.

Vaughn held her close, placing light kisses along her face. She sighed and closed her eyes, not wanting to move for a long time. Vaughn moved slightly to roll on his side and she snuggled into his embrace, content to just listen to him breathe. Sydney closed her eyes and held Vaughn close. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

~*~

Sydney opened her eyes and found herself looking into Vaughn’s. He smiled at her and gently kissed her. Her arms went around his neck and held him close. She sighed, enjoying the wake up call. She pulled back and lazily stretched. Vaughn’s hand traced the curve of her back and she closed her eyes again.

“Hey Sleepyhead, I let you sleep before. Time to get up now.” He lightly tousled her hair and she gave him a mock pout.

“Vaughn, do I have to?”

He laughed and kissed her nose. “Don’t you want to open the package I sent you?”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Did you buy me something fun?”

He sat up, a mischievous smile on his face. Grabbing a pair of boxers he quickly pulled them on and held out his hand for Sydney. “Well, we won’t know until you open it, will we?”

She grabbed his hand and let him pull her off the bed. He handed her a light robe and tied the sash for her, making a big production out of the bow. “You are such a tease, but remember, I can kick your ass for making me get out of bed for nothing.”

He winked at her, “I’m so scared.”

She laughed as she swatted his arm playfully. “You should be.”

They walked to the kitchen and Vaughn pulled out a chair, making Sydney sit. “Wait right here.” She watched, amused, as he walked, hips swaying. He was back within seconds, Donovan trotting along behind him.

“This is for you.” She smiled up at him as he watched her start to open the package. She pulled out a small shoebox and gave him an amused look. He motioned for her to open the box and she did, slowly, just to see him squirm. She laughed when she saw what was in the box. A small stuffed grasshopper.

“Vaughn…” Her words trailed off. He smiled at her and she just laughed. “I can’t believe you dragged me out of bed for this, but, I love it. I had forgotten all about that!”

He grinned. “Look at the nametag.”

She turned it over and laughed. “Phil. I thought I told you it was Doug.”

“Doug just isn’t a name for a grasshopper.” He leaned forward, kissing her and she left the arm holding “Phil” fall. Donovan snatched the grasshopper and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

Sydney and Vaughn broke apart and she laughed, leaned against him. “We should go after him and make sure Phil doesn’t get shredded.” She stood and walked to the living room ro rescue Phil, setting him up on the bookshelf.

She picked Donovan up and kissed him on the nose. He wriggled in protest and she laughed. “You’re lucky you’re a cute dog.” She scratched his ears and set him down, watching him scamper off to find something else to play with.

Vaughn came up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Have you been letting my dog get fat?”

Sydney turned and smiled up at him. “I don’t know about your dog, but it looks like you’ve been putting on some weight.” She pinched his stomach and he gave her a stern look.

“Trying to get me back into bed?”

“Is it working?”

“I think it’s in progress.”

The fist half or so was written by Celsie, and I finished up the rest of the story.  Written for Anne's birthday, and it was a great challenge!

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Characters are JJ's