DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alias, or any of its characters, yadda yadda yadda. JJ Abrams does and I'm not even sure if he's aware they're being rented for fanfics.
CREDITS: I just wanted to thank my friends Thorne and Julia for being so delightfully naughty and planting the seed that wrought forth this fic. SO BLAME THEM IF YOU HATE IT.
RATED R: Adult situations, suggestive dialogue... and its only going to get worse!
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UNDISCLOSED MOTEL, ROOM 2-C
Sydney and Vaughn were trapped. They had been exchanging snipes over the situation for the last five minutes.
"This is getting us nowhere!" Vaughn growled. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the bed, cursing in frustration.
"Well who in their right mind picks a motel to conduct covert CIA briefings?" Sydney Bristow seethed, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
Vaughn gave Sydney an icy stare. His brow was furrowed tightly, giving the illusion of horns peeking up from beneath the flesh on his forehead. "Well how was I supposed to know that little geek would be here, and with a date that wasn't electronically enhanced?" Vaughn hissed.
"Oh, Marshall!"
Sydney rolled her eyes. "For God's sake, how long are they going to go at it?"
Vaughn's ire was momentarily erased by the image of Sydney wearing white feathery wings and a shimmering golden halo. "Well, some guys like to take things slow," he softly informed her.
"You obviously have never dealt with Marshall. He doesn't take anything slow."
Vaughn's spine tingled at the coolness in Sydney's eyes. He was distracted once again, this time watching Sydney's beautiful white angel wings set ablaze by a naked red-skinned Sydney wearing horns and a deliciously evil grin. He shook the thought away, silently scolding himself for going to that strip club with Weiss the night before.
Sydney marched to the window and cautiously parted two of the blinds wide enough to peer through. She huffed angrily at the sight of the parked navy blue sedan. "That damn SD-6 tail is still out there."
Vaughn heaved an exasperated sigh. "Their jittery tech ops guy was spotted with a non-inflatable date who wasn't running in fear. They probably think the girl's K-Directorate or something."
Sydney shot her most disgusted face at Vaughn and returned her gaze out the window. She smirked. She had to admit, Vaughn had a point. Marshall often bemoaned the fact that his only real dates were disasters and he hadn't had a date outside of the Star Trek chat room in months. She supposed this would raise some flags with Sloane. "Well we have to do something!"
Vaughn stared blankly at his agent. "What do you expect us to do? There's only one way out of here."
"We need a plan. Some sort of distraction."
"Why can't we just sit here and talk until they leave?" He already knew the answer. If SD-6's tail was outside, chances are they weren't only watching Marshall's room. It would make better sense to also watch the rooms next to and around to ensure no observation or listening teams were present. "What kind of distraction?"
The corner of Sydney's ample lips curled mischievously. She turned to face Vaughn. She was smirking and her brown eyes were twinkling playfully. She raised a knowing and expectant eyebrow. "We need to make some noise."
"I think we took care of that with our argument, Syd." Vaughn raised an eyebrow. He felt the blood rush to his face as he took note of Sydney's mischievous smile. Oh, the noises I'd like to hear you make.
Sydney studied Vaughn's face and the blush spreading across his cheekbones. I'm going to have so much fun with him. She broke into a maniacal fit of giggles.
Vaughn asked himself, yet again, why he was so convinced his agent wasn't truly insane. Particularly at moments like this, when her coffee brown eyes flashed maniacally as if she were a magical elf who just cast some mischievous spell. "I don't know what you have brewing in that pretty little head of yours, but whatever it is I want no part of it."
Sydney's grin widened and Vaughn was now faced with competing visions of Satanic Sydney and Sydney the Elf.
"What if we made our own noise?"
Vaughn gaped at Sydney. Sydney giggled at the bemused look on her handler's face. She could see just the tiniest hint of wanton curiosity buried within Vaughn's piercing green eyes.
Vaughn started fervently shaking his head and back stepping his way to the opposite side of the room. "No, absolutely not!"
"We are in a sleazy motel, Vaughn. This is what people do in places like these." She stifled another fit of giggles.
Vaughn's heart began to race as he pictured the two of them rolling around on that tiny bed he was facing, groping each other's naked bodies. His palms were sweating as an involuntary stir in his nether regions sent tingles down to his toes. "There has to be another way," he began. "What if we just snore really loud or something?" Vaughn shrugged at his lame offering.
"Come on, Vaughn. You know you want this," Sydney trailed off in her most seductively breathy voice. She's noticed for some time now that some of Vaughn's glances were a little longer and a little more intense than his job required. And that was just fine with Sydney. She liked him too, which would make this all the more fun.
His breathing became shallower and more frequent. His elvin agent was looking him head to toe, with a lingering glance in the direction of the one part of his body he wasn't sure he could control much longer. His legs were growing weak and as his heart began racing. He was sure that if he didn't die of a heart attack within the next five minutes, he would instead collapse to the floor in a fit of paralysis. And at the mercy of his insane but beautiful agent, he noted. Another glimpse of Satanic Sydney flashed before his eyes. "You're insane."
Sydney burst into another fit of giggles. "Um, not quite yet," she assured the sweaty and handsome CIA senior officer. "So Mr. Vaughn... when do I get to be handled by my handler?" Did I really just say that? Out loud? Francie would have called me a skank if she'd have heard! Still, she had to admit she was having fun. More fun than she's allowed herself to have in several months. Sydney reassured herself that all would be redeemed when she eventually told him the attraction was mutual. He may even find this funny, at some point in the distant future. Maybe.
"Sydney, this--this is unequivocally inappropriate," Vaughn stammered. His hands were shaking and sweat beads multiplied quickly across his brow. The muscles in his pelvic region tightened as he bravely fought his arousal. Soon they would be screaming for release or a cold shower. At the thought of taking a shower, Vaughn was caught in a vision of handler and agent, naked and writhing against the shower wall. He shook it away and vowed never to watch another late night Showtime movie again. "Uh-unless you want me pulled off your file permanently we cannot even finish this discussion, Sydney!" He squeaked when he said her name. Did I just squeak? What am I? Fifteen? He continued to scold himself, calling up images of his mother, Weiss, Haladki--anything that would erase the current one of Satanic Sydney standing before him, her arrow-pointed tail sinuously wagging behind her naked red body.
Sydney vowed to herself that she would find a way to share this little adventure with Francie tomorrow, even at the expense of being called a skank. "Oh Vaughny, I won't hurt you!" Sydney moved closer to him and smiled as a wift of his cologne was captured by her nose.
"No! You stay away from me!" Vaughn held his arms out, waving her away.
Sydney was desperately clinging to one last shred of control when Vaughn back stepped flat against the wall, beads of sweat covering his worried and furrowed brow. His face was beat red and the veins in the side of his neck were pushing against his skin. She could see her handler desperately fighting to maintain his composure. I am SO going to Hell when I die. "Come on, Vaughny... let's make some noise!" Sydney cooed as she inched closer to her shaking handler.
"Sydney, I can't--I mean, I can, but we can't--" Vaughn trailed into silence. He no longer possessed the ability to form complete sentences, thanks to the hint of her perfume that wafted its way to his flaring nostrils. Vanilla... dear God in Heaven, why did she have to smell edible? He involuntarily licked his lips.
Sydney burst into crazed giggles as she tapped a shaking, sweating, and swearing Vaughn against the wall. Sydney raised to her tip toes and cooed into his ear "it is for the good of the country, after all..."
A shaky, raspy breath escaped Vaughn's quivering lips as Sydney continued to whisper into his ear.
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UNDISCLOSED MOTEL, ROOM 2-D
A thud against the wall startled them both.
"Wh-what was that?" Alexis jumped, her strawberry blonde bob of curls bouncing with the movement.
"I, I really don't care!" Marshall answered as he gently pulled his date back to the bed. "All I care about is you, KittyMew!" He smiled at his own charm.
Alexis couldn't suppress a giggle as Marshall began nibbling on her ear. Her eyes fluttered closed as his shaky hands resumed their jittery fondling and fumbling, struggling furiously with the hooks on Alexis' black lace bra.
Another thud knocked the poorly painted farm scene off the tacky orange painted wall.
"There it is again!" Her brown eyes flew open.
"Get your han--now stop that!" The man next door yelled. Alex laughed out loud. "What are they doing next door?"
"A-Alex," Marshall stammered, himself gaping at the direction of their temporary neighbors. "We are in a motel. I mean, you know, it's not like a lot of people come here, well, for other, you know..."
A third thump against the wall.
Alexis squirmed out of Marshall's arms, ran to the wall and planted an ear against it. He heaved a disappointed sigh, but dreamily admired the sight of her voluptuous body pressed against the wall.
"Oh sweet Jesus," Alexis heard a female voice drawl. "Why I've never seen one that big!" The woman next door giggled.
"Well," the man squeaked and then cleared his throat. "You just ain't been looking in the right direction, Little Miss-ay!" He drawled.
"I reckon there's a lot of things I've never seen up close and all personal-like." The woman giggled again.
Alexis tried to press her ear even closer to the wall, squishing part of her nose against it in the attempt. She motioned for Marshall to come listen as well.
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UNDISCLOSED MOTEL, ROOM 2-C
Sydney had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Hearing Vaughn use that comically exaggerated drawl was almost too much for her. And the look on his face was priceless. He really was a very handsome man, and those startling good looks with the blushing in those dimpled cheeks of his made him simply adorable. She again noted the stirring scent of his cologne and fought the urge to reach her hand around his waist and pinch his second set of cheeks. I wonder if those are dimpled as well, she pondered as Vaughn leaned toward her ear.
"You are so going to owe me for this!" Vaughn shakily whispered. "And stop laughing--you have no idea how wrong what you just did was!"
Sydney's eyes flew open. "I didn't quite catch that, Sugar. You want me to put my mouth where?"
Vaughn's eyes flew open. Sydney's shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. His eyes involuntarily darted to the bare flesh peeking from the scooped neck of her pink tee-shirt as it bounced with her stifled laughter. He felt even more blood rush to his facial cheeks as tingles danced across those below his belt.
"Is this good for ya, Sugar-Cheeks?" Sydney nodded to Vaughn, indicating his turn to respond.
Sugar Cheeks? Vaughn mouthed the words back to Sydney, whose peeking flesh bounced more frequently. He involuntarily turned his head from her as the competing Satanic Sydney and Sydney the Elf were again dancing before his eyes. She leaned up toward his ear and whispered again.
Did he imagine things, or did Sydney just graze his ear lobe with her teeth?
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CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON!!