A/N: So like I stated in the summary, this is really just me wanting to put all my tumblr/ao3 stuff in one place. Sorry if you do follow me on tumblr and have already read all this stuff, but at least it will all be in one place now if you ever want to reread? Maybe? I'm sorry, I'm disappointing, I know.

Prompt: can you write a drabble/fic/anything/evenonebloodysentence of the first time sydrian makeouts escalated into topless makeouts? I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF THIS

I stood behind my girlfriend, rubbing her shoulders reassuringly. "Everything is going to be okay. Just take a deep breath."

"Everything is not going to be okay," she argued, her voice quavering. "Don't you realize Zoe being sent here isn't just because I yelled at Stanton?" She winced, probably still mentally kicking herself for doing that. I placed a small kiss on the back of her head. "I shouldn't have been so careless with Ian, either. And if they find out about the ta-" She stopped abruptly once she felt my lips touch the side of her neck. I let my hands slide down to settle on her waist. "Oh, Adrian…stop…stop that. I need to th—think…" I ignored her protests, because thinking was precisely the last thing she needed to be doing right now, simply trailing soft kisses slowly down until I reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. I flicked my tongue over the area and felt her tense up against me. I smiled against her skin, placing another kiss there, harder this time. When I heard that low, soft sound in the back of her throat, I knew I'd won. She turned around to face me, face flushed with frustration. Of the sexual kind, and otherwise.

"I don't know what you're smirking about," she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Making out isn't going to solve anything."

"You need to relax," I told her, "You've been doing nothing but stressing over this since she got here. You're going to drive yourself crazy like this. Take it from someone who knows." My hands returned to their position around her waist. "Just let your brain check out for awhile."

"I can't…" she huffed, knitting her eyebrows together, "I don't know how to do that."

"Allow me to offer my assistance," I murmured, leaning in to place my mouth firmly against hers. She reacted to the kiss immediately, causing my grip on her waist to tighten. Even in her frenzied state she was still just as hungry for me as I was for her. I was still sort of grappling with that. You know, the whole Sydney actually wanting to be with me thing. As happy as I was, it terrified me. I didn't want to screw this up. I didn't want to push her too far too fast or do anything that might send her running back to the alchemists or to Mexico or anywhere else that was away from me.

Apparently, I needn't have worried about such things, because the next thing I knew Sydney's hands were halfway up my shirt, her fingertips blazing trails up my bare back. I stumbled backward in surprise as she tugged at the fabric until it somehow ended up over my head, and we fell onto my couch.

"You alright there, Sage?" I pulled back from our frantic kisses to give her a teasing smile. The look in her eyes was far from what I'd define as alright. I was reminded of the way she had looked in the spirit dream we'd shared after her fake date with Ian. Her golden eyes were alit with a wild, fiery determination. It made my breath catch. She looked like some sort of fierce feline predator, ready to strike on her poor, unsuspecting prey. I could only hope I was the prey in question.

Instead of pouncing on me, much to my dismay, she leaned back in my lap and took a deep breath. I groaned inwardly, certain this was going to be the part where she chastised herself for being so impulsive and ran out the door.

"You're thinking," I said softly, reaching up to touch her face. "That's against the rules."

She smiled, like she knew something I didn't. Then, in one swift motion, reached down to pull the dark grey blouse she was wearing over her head and tossed it rather carelessly onto the floor behind her. "Um," she said after a moment, seeming to realize the gravity of what she'd just done. "I'll need to iron that before I leave."

I would have laughed, but I was little preoccupied with the view in front of me. Sydney, to be exact, without a shirt on. In my lap without a shirt on. We both, I think it's important to note, did not have shirts on. I ran my hands slowly up her bare sides in awe. Her creamy, flawless skin was surely the softest, most glorious thing I'd ever touched. My fingers grazed over the band of her bra, which was a dark purple wrapped in black lace. I wanted to snapshot this moment forever in my mind. The color against her skin, the way it offset her eyes, her flushed cheeks, her hair all in disarray, she was so unbelievably beautiful.

"What?" she asked innocently, leaning forward again to kiss me. The moment her bare skin touched mine, I was lost. "You act like you've never seen a girl in her bra before."

"I've never seen you in your bra before," I whispered, still dazed.

She pulled away slightly, looking down with a shy smile. "I thought you'd like it."

"Like doesn't begin to cover the emotion I am overwhelmed with at the moment," I told her, letting my fingers play at one of the straps. She didn't stop me or pull away, to my amazement. "It's purple," I noted.

"You said it was my color," she shrugged, still smiling. I bit my lip. I had a feeling she knew exactly was she was doing to me. And liked it. She leaned in to me, dropping her voice low. "And the lace detailing at the bottom is so pretty, don't you think?"

"I do think it adds a nice touch," I murmured as our foreheads connected. "It seems like a lot of hard work went into the design, the kind of hard work that would include a matching piece?"

When she realized what I was referring to, she shook her head. "That's classified information."

"I have clearance," I assured her. "I'm with Homeland Security. I believe this requires a very thorough investigat-" She shut me up with another kiss, pushing us into a lying position on the couch. I'm gonna see that underwear, I thought determinedly to myself. And then our legs wound around each other, our hands explored each other's bare skin shamelessly, followed by our mouths, and there was no talking or thinking, for quite some time.