Title: Wild
Author: Edele Lane
E-mail: Edyn04@aol.com
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything "Alias"-related does not belong to me. It belongs to J.J. Abrams and probably 900 other people associated with him.
Archive: CM. Everyone else, drop me a line.
Feedback: Please;x
Spoilers/Timeline: "A Missing Link" and spoilers for future episodes
Pairing: JuSi, SS later
Summary: Smut, smut, smut, and more smut. Oh, did I mention the smut? I wrote this because I was pissed at the significant lack of SEX between the dripping-with-lust Syd and Simon. (Note: I originally intended for this to be a one-parter, I really did, but I decided to continue it in sort of an AU format, since S/S didn't have sex and all, and because I kind of wanted to see where I could take it using various spoilers and such.)
Dedication: This is for Ash who reads each part before it is posted here and is undoubtedly my best (and favorite) critic.
One
Wild
"Now I remember why I left."
Sydney grabbed her coat from the chair and started to leave the room.
"Babe, wait," Simon said, leaping from his seat and going over to her. He stood in front of her, blocking her path. She stared at him, the hurt and anger in her soulful chestnut eyes chilling him to the bone.
She looked down to avoid his eyes and said, "Just move, please."
"No," he said, and she looked back up at him, the "why not" question evident in her expression. "I want to explain."
"Explain what?" Her voice was low, indicating her clear annoyance.
Simon glared at her. "Why I didn't trust you."
"I don't want to hear it," Sydney muttered, and tried to step around him. Simon moved when she did, blocking her path once again. "Jesus."
"Look, you would have done the same if you were me." Sydney just stared at him, lifting her chin in a defiant manner. Simon couldn't help but smile a bit. "You're beautiful when you're angry."
"I thought you were going to explain why you didn't trust me," Sydney nearly spat.
"Ah," Simon said, nodding. "You're right. I was." Sydney just looked at him from under her long eyelashes. "If you had found a picture of me with a strange woman, wouldn't you question me?" He walked around her, dipping his head to try and read her myriad of expressions as he continued. "Especially if I had disappeared without a trace, and had just returned, wanting a place on your skilled team?"
Sydney narrowed her eyes. "You do have a point."
Simon smiled. "You see, then, why I questioned your motives."
"Obviously," Sydney conceded, "but you have to understand that when someone doesn't trust you when you know that you're not betraying them and they react how you did, it hurts."
"I apologize." Sydney nodded, and Simon leaned in, kissing her upper lip. "Does this mean that you don'thate me?"
Sydney smirked, and took off the tight black shirt that she had put back on when Simon had gone to his computer. She tangled her fingers in Simon's jet black hair and pulled his head towards her so that she could meld her lips to his.
The kiss was short, but it had its desired effect. Simon was a bit dazed, his eyelids nearly closed. "I'm assuming you want me to take that as a 'yes.'"
Sydney said nothing, just kissed him again, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she placed her hands on his tanned, muscular chest and pushed him back over to the bed. Simon fell back, taking Sydney with him. She straddled him, pressed her index finger to his lips, ran it over his chin, down his neck, and over his chest.
Simon put his hands on Sydney's stomach, stroking the soft skin. Sydney sucked in a breath and leaned forward, beginning to suck on Simon's neck.
"Julia," he groaned, and Sydney felt a charge within her. Her apparent alias sliding off his tongue excited her, and she moaned a bit as she worked her way down, planting kisses on his chest.
She was well-aware that Vaughn and Weiss were listening, but she found that she didn't care. All she wanted was to lose herself in the moment, in Simon.
Simon's hands had moved to her back, his fingertips caressing her shoulder blades. She lifted her head up and peered at him, seeing unadulterated lust in his eyes.
He wanted her.
It was exhilarating. Sydney couldn't resist kissing his lips, arching her back as Simon's fingertips slid down her spine. His hands moved again, cupping her face, bringing her closer to him so that her chest was pressed firmly against his.
Sydney reached behind her back to unhook her bra, and Simon slipped the straps off her shoulders, his fingers brushing the skin there. He replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing her shoulders, then tracing a path with his mouth over to her collarbone.
Sydney couldn't help but gasp at Simon's hot breath on her cool skin. She closed her eyes and held the back of his head in her hands, her slender fingers slipping into his hair.
She wasn't prepared when Simon slid a hand between her legs, stroking her through her leather pants. She surprised herself by moaning his name when the tip of his middle finger pressed the leather to her sensitive nub, and stroked in a come hither motion.
Simon kept up the slow torture as Sydney went to work on his chest again, teasing a nipple with her tongue, as her hands slid down to wrap around him through his pants. Simon groaned into Sydney's neck, moaning the alias he had come to know her by, and quickened his pace.
Sydney found herself drawing closer and closer, her slick center making it easier for Simon to rub the leather right where she needed it. Simon drew his hand away and Sydney was unable to suppress her whimper. Simon cupped the base of her head with one hand as he kissed her roughly. He used his other hand to unzip her pants.
Sydney rose up on her knees and Simon pulled the pants down around her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her back and drew her close to him, aware that she was a bit irritated that he had stopped.
Nonetheless, Sydney kissed him hard and melded her body against his, her hips moving in involuntary gyrations, her center begging for his touch once again.
Simon complied, beginning to trail his lips along her jaw line as he drew one hand back to part her legs. He slid a finger inside of her, then two, dragging long moans out of Sydney's throat. She began to grow impatient, however, starting to thrust down on his hand, demanding he give her what she was seeking.
Roughly claiming her lips with his, he began stroking fast against her spot. Sydney thrust down on his hand, feeling the sensations continue to build up inside of her. His other hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing, then pinching the nipple with his fingers. She drew back from Simon, biting down hard on her lip to avoid crying out when Simon's thumb found her nub, and with one flick, gave her the release she desired.
She moaned his name again, leaning forward as her muscles contracted violently. Her forehead found a place to rest on his shoulder as she desperately tried to calm her rapid breathing. She drew back, looking into Simon's heavy lidded gaze.
She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his mouth, tender and soft. She slipped her tongue past his lips, and moved closer to him as his hand pressed against the small of her back, helping to bring her closer as well.
She pulled away from his mouth and kissed his chin. He chuckled a bit and murmured, "You always do that."
She smiled at him and purred, "What?"
Simon repeated what Sydney had done to him, pressing kisses to her forehead, cheeks, nose, mouth, and finally ending with a kiss on her chin. "That," he smiled.
Blushing, Sydney kissed him again, paying special attention to his bottom lip, nibbling gently on it and running her tongue across it.
"That, too," Simon mumbled against her mouth.
Turning up one corner of her mouth in a smile, Sydney pressed her fingers to Simon's lips and whispered, "Shhh." Simon just nodded a bit and gave a tilt of his head to indicate that she had done this as well. He kissed her fingers.
"It's just nice to see that you haven'tthese things." He leaned forward to suck on her earlobe and Sydney was grateful because she was terrified to have to explain the look on her face.
She wondered how much would come back to her, how much she might remember from being with Simon. She stood up suddenly, and kicked off her restraining leather pants. She straddled him again, legs farther apart than before, opening herself completely to him.
She used the fingers of one hand to stroke him through his pants while her other hand undid the zipper. She appreciated the long groan that emerged from his throat when she pulled his pants down as far as she could and took him in her hands.
Simon lifted her chin up as she guided her hand up and down, slowly, making him thrust up into her hand, wanting her to go faster. He moved his head down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, gently biting it, and smiling when she shivered.
Sydney responded by slowing up her pace even more, but stopping to tap the tips of her fingers against the head, making Simon's hips jump. She moved her other hand into the groove of one of his hipbones as she slid down his body, forcing Simon to release the nipple in his mouth.
She pulled his pants down farther and Simon folded his arms behind his head, sighing with pleasure when Sydney began kissing her way down his chest, lavishing a nipple with her tongue, then journeying down to his firm abdomen, planting kisses along the way.
She finally reached her ultimate goal, and looked up at Simon with a sex kitten expression plastered across her face. He grinned at her and she stroked him once, twice, then replaced her fist with her mouth.
Simon groaned at her actions and her hot, wet mouth sliding over his sensitive flesh. " His hand slid down to curl her hair around his fingers.
Sydney moved a hand upwards, twisting one of Simon's nipples, then splayed her fingers across his toned stomach. She moved it down further to where her mouth was, and counteracted her mouth's movements with her fingers, gripping him and stroking gently.
She finally stopped on her own accord, and glided up Simon's body, positioning herself above him as she claimed his lips in a rather rough kiss. His hands found the sides of her face and his thumbs caressed her high cheekbones.
" she murmured against his mouth, and sank herself down on him, sighing when he did. She squeezed his thighs with her legs, and leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. She licked at his pulse point, pleased with how quickly it was thudding.
She moved back, her fingers playing on his chest, her eyes locked with his, desire burning in them. She lifted herself up slightly, then lowered herself back down, feeling him everywhere inside of her. She looked down and Simon's hands found a place to rest on her hips. She looked up again, seeing a level of patience in Simon's eyes.
He was waiting for her to begin and he showed no signs of wanting to rush her. Sydney slid a hand into his hair, and kissed him once more before starting to move. She gasped at how perfect he felt within her, how complete she felt.
She quickened her pace and Simon began to thrust up into her, keeping his hands on her hips. Their breathing became labored, their bodies started to writhe out of control, both searching blindly for absolution. The pace became devastatingly fast, both moving up and down in time.
Sydney couldn't suppress the cry that tore from her lips as her inner muscles clenched around Simon as he exploded up into her. Trembling, and with her muscles still contracting wildly, Sydney fell against Simon's chest, breathing hard, both of their bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
Simon smoothed Sydney's mussed hair and held her close to him, kissing the top of her head. Sydney heard him whisper her alias in her ear a couple times and she felt the same excitement she had before when he had said it.
"You know what?" Simon asked her.
"Hm?" Sydney murmured, looking up at him.
"We have to go over some mission specs and then we have to get going." He kissed her nose when she looked at him with disappointment in her eyes.
"How long do we have?"
Simon looked at his watch. "Enough time to take a shower and prepare to leave." Sydney nodded and moved to Simon's side on the bed. He captured her lips in a long, deep kiss, then stood from the bed. "I'll start the water. I'm assuming you'll be joining me?"
"Absolutely," Sydney agreed, and Simon started for the bathroom. Sydney watched him go, eyeing him appreciatively.
She lay on the bed, stretched out, and wondered about how she came to meet Simon, how and where she had obtained the alias of "Julia," and exactly what part the Covenant played in all of it so that she had no recollection of her lost time.
She stayed there for a few more moments, wondering if Weiss and Vaughn were still listening or if they had severed communications long before. As she realized earlier, she didn't care whether they were listening or not. Simon had awakened something in her, something that she must have felt during her time with him.
She felt powerful and she didn't care what other people thought of her. The sense of freedom was absolutely delicious, and she found herself wanting to have it always.
She stood from the bed, twisting her neck, smirking at the satisfying crack. She walked towards the bathroom and saw Simon standing by the sink, waiting for the water to heat up.
"Babe," he murmured, taking her hand and pulling her into the bathroom. His mouth was on hers in a second, his hands cupping her breasts as she leaned into him, kissing him back with equal fervor. Before she realized what was happening, Simon was lifting her onto the counter and she was parting her legs to provide him with a resting place.
He was inside her in an instant, and her legs had wrapped around his waist. Her teeth clamped down hard into the skin of his shoulder, spurring him on, making him pump his hips faster.
She looked up to meet his eyes as his hand ventured down between them and he began to expedite her orgasm, pending the nearness of his, beginning to thumb her into oblivion.
Her nails raked down his muscular back and she leaned forward, peering over his shoulder to examine his tattoo. She traced it, and bit into his shoulder again when she climaxed for the third time that night, her body shaking as he finished up, thrusting hard into her, finding his own release.
She kissed him, pressed her forehead to his, and gasped, "Shower, now."
"Right," he murmured back, sucking on her upper lip as he brought her down off the counter.
They both went into the shower, and turned their backs to one another, wanting as few distractions as possible so that they could wash up and get out.
They spent more time in the shower than they planned to, and Sydney found herself thinking about what things would be like when the mission had been completed and she ended up having to go back to her sad existence.
Being on the bad side, even though it was a deep cover mission, made her feel alive. Being in the CIA never did. It was just her job. She felt guilty for having such feelings, for enjoying committing crimes and for loving the adrenaline rush that came from taking a walk on the wild side.
She finished up, rinsing herself off, trying to ignore the fact that Simon was now licking the water off her body as it rained down on her. "Later," she told him in a not-so-stern voice.
Simon just smiled against her skin and bent to kiss her navel. Sydney moaned and tangled her fingers in Simon's wet hair. Before she realized what was happening, Simon was going down on her and she wasn't making any attempt to stop it.
She decided she would enjoy it while it lasted, as Simon began twisting his tongue inside her and sucking on and flicking her nub. Before she could come, she backed away and pulled Simon up. She backed up against the wall, gasped at the feel of the cool tile on her back. Simon took the hint, lifting her up and sliding into her.
He sucked on her neck, pushing in and out of her as she gasped his name over and over into his shoulder. Once they had both come, both of their bodies quaking, they stepped out of the shower. Sydney dried herself off first, then left the bathroom, needing to put distance between herself and Simon because she knew full well what would happen if she didn't.
What she had said to him earlier about their first meeting, before he had accused her of betraying him, came back to her.
"We couldn't keep our hands off each other."
Obviously that was true whenever they laid eyes on one another.
She dressed quickly and sat in the chair by Simon's computer and waited for him to get ready as well. He had his undershirt slung over one arm and he leaned down to kiss her, smiling against her mouth when she moaned into his.
Their eyes locked when they pulled apart, and Sydney's eyes raked down his chest and abdomen before she stood up and licked his neck. She moved away from him before he had the chance to take advantage of the situation once again.
She grabbed her coat and looked at him.
"Let's go."