Vicky
Disclaimer: I own nothing Alias related, and I make no profits of
this.
Note: It feels a bit unfinished to me, so feedback would be
incredibly appreciated. I need another view on it than my own =)
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Lauren sat by the counter in a bar in Barcelona, wearing slacks and a pale pink tank top, and her jacket slung over a nearby bar stool. She nursed a vodka cranberry, not really caring about her surroundings. Smoke lay over the room like a heavy fog, and a jazz band played on the small stage in the corner. Thinking of various ways of torturing Vaughn, Lauren wasn't even anywhere near content. He'd taken Sydney away from her, and Lauren hated him for that, for coming back, for being alive.
After he'd disappeared and was presumed dead, Lauren had been assigned to Sydney. Sydney had disliked it, but quite honestly, so had Lauren. It had often felt like banging against a wall, with Sydney refusing to give even an inch and Lauren not being any better. For months they'd kept on, until a sort of liking grew forth. After a mission to retrieve a videotape of a terrorist trade had gone horribly wrong, Lauren had to get her out, breaking down a door and shooting everyone in sight.
She supported a barely conscious Sydney out to the car, fleeing the scene. She'd taken them to a CIA safe house, parked the car in the garage and taken Syd in through the garage door.
After checking Sydney's cuts and deciding that they were for the most part harmless, she got Sydney to take a shower. She washed away the dried blood and dust clinging to her skin. After helping her dry her hair, she'd put Sydney in a bed with clean shirts, sitting at the edge, watching her fall asleep.
She was about to get up when Sydney's hand latched onto her wrist and kept her still. "Don't leave, please." Sydney whispered in a dust dry cracked voice, and that was the start of everything. The start of slow kisses in the back of movie theatres, far away from CIA cameras. Of stolen kisses and soft caresses when they though no one would see. Of whispered pleas, cries of pleasure and afterglow in the dark.
And it all ended when Weiss unbelievingly muttered "Vaughn is alive." The bastard.
She took a sip of her drink. Suddenly, she was pulled away from her memories as a husky voice spoke beside her, a hand resting against the small of her back. "Hello, Ms Reed." She was slightly startled but hit it well. Apparently though, not well enough. She she turned
to look into sparkling eyes, raised eyebrow and amused smirk curving Irina Derevko's lips. Irina took her glass from her, their fingers brushing. Small jolts of electricity ran down Lauren's spine. Irina smiled conspiratorially as she took a sip, leaving dark red lipstick smudged on the glass next to Lauren's pale pink. Lauren watched her with an equally amused smile, turning to face her completely.
She wore a dark suit with a see through top and a black bra underneath, she looked nothing short of stunning, "You have very good taste, Ms Reed," pausing, she put her hand over Lauren's, and smiled again as she looked straight into piercing blue eyes.
"Aren't you going to buy me a drink?" Lauren laughed, and signaled for the bartender. Irina just smiled. She rested a hand on Lauren's knee, never breaking eye contact. Oh well. Lauren had always regarded herself as a rational person. And if she couldn't have the one she really wanted, then she'd negotiate herself to the next best thing.
fin
Disclaimer: I own nothing Alias related, and I make no profits of
this.
Note: It feels a bit unfinished to me, so feedback would be
incredibly appreciated. I need another view on it than my own =)
---
Lauren sat by the counter in a bar in Barcelona, wearing slacks and a pale pink tank top, and her jacket slung over a nearby bar stool. She nursed a vodka cranberry, not really caring about her surroundings. Smoke lay over the room like a heavy fog, and a jazz band played on the small stage in the corner. Thinking of various ways of torturing Vaughn, Lauren wasn't even anywhere near content. He'd taken Sydney away from her, and Lauren hated him for that, for coming back, for being alive.
After he'd disappeared and was presumed dead, Lauren had been assigned to Sydney. Sydney had disliked it, but quite honestly, so had Lauren. It had often felt like banging against a wall, with Sydney refusing to give even an inch and Lauren not being any better. For months they'd kept on, until a sort of liking grew forth. After a mission to retrieve a videotape of a terrorist trade had gone horribly wrong, Lauren had to get her out, breaking down a door and shooting everyone in sight.
She supported a barely conscious Sydney out to the car, fleeing the scene. She'd taken them to a CIA safe house, parked the car in the garage and taken Syd in through the garage door.
After checking Sydney's cuts and deciding that they were for the most part harmless, she got Sydney to take a shower. She washed away the dried blood and dust clinging to her skin. After helping her dry her hair, she'd put Sydney in a bed with clean shirts, sitting at the edge, watching her fall asleep.
She was about to get up when Sydney's hand latched onto her wrist and kept her still. "Don't leave, please." Sydney whispered in a dust dry cracked voice, and that was the start of everything. The start of slow kisses in the back of movie theatres, far away from CIA cameras. Of stolen kisses and soft caresses when they though no one would see. Of whispered pleas, cries of pleasure and afterglow in the dark.
And it all ended when Weiss unbelievingly muttered "Vaughn is alive." The bastard.
She took a sip of her drink. Suddenly, she was pulled away from her memories as a husky voice spoke beside her, a hand resting against the small of her back. "Hello, Ms Reed." She was slightly startled but hit it well. Apparently though, not well enough. She she turned
to look into sparkling eyes, raised eyebrow and amused smirk curving Irina Derevko's lips. Irina took her glass from her, their fingers brushing. Small jolts of electricity ran down Lauren's spine. Irina smiled conspiratorially as she took a sip, leaving dark red lipstick smudged on the glass next to Lauren's pale pink. Lauren watched her with an equally amused smile, turning to face her completely.
She wore a dark suit with a see through top and a black bra underneath, she looked nothing short of stunning, "You have very good taste, Ms Reed," pausing, she put her hand over Lauren's, and smiled again as she looked straight into piercing blue eyes.
"Aren't you going to buy me a drink?" Lauren laughed, and signaled for the bartender. Irina just smiled. She rested a hand on Lauren's knee, never breaking eye contact. Oh well. Lauren had always regarded herself as a rational person. And if she couldn't have the one she really wanted, then she'd negotiate herself to the next best thing.
fin