She saw him sitting over by the bar, well at least she
thought it was him. 'Mmm' she thought. 'He's too hot to
be a spook!' Amused by her thought, she forget all her
misconceptions about it not being him and went over.
"Mr Vaughn?"
"Yes. Ms. Eriksen?"
She nodded as he motioned for her to take the seat next
to him. He then looked up, catching the attention of the
bartender.
"What will it be?"
"I'll have another one..." Vaughn said as he pushed his
empty glass towards the bartender.
"And you'll have?" He looked at Ms. Eriksen
questioningly.
"Hmm. I'll have whatever the hell he's having."
Moments later, the bartender returned with two glasses.
She downed hers quickly, whilst he slowly sipped at the
clear liquid, shuddering slightly as it warmed his body,
sliding down his throat.
"What was that?" Ms. Eriksen murmured.
"Pure Russian Vodka. You know. The original kind."
"Mmm. I've always liked a man who has good taste in
Vodka. Have you ever been to Russia?"
"Yes, I go quite frequently... with my job and all. It's
a beautiful place, one of my favourites."
"Indeed it is beautiful. Amazing."
"I don't mean to push, but we are slightly stalling. Do
you have it or not?"
"And here I thought America didn't make deals with
terrorists."
"America doesn't, but I do." She laughed at his answer.
"And you do?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Are you a terrorist?"
"No. I am the Queen of England!" She laughed again.
"Seriously though. Why did you come to me?"
"I... I read your case file. I found you rather
interesting. You are the first person who I have heard of
who seems to be fighting for something worthwhile."
"HA! So you hate the Bush Administration as much as me then?"
"Let's just say I didn't vote for him. So, I ask again.
Do you have it?" She sat there for a while as if
thinking.
"Yes, I have it. Not here though. You amuse me. You ask
me if I have it, but not whether I am going to give it to
you?"
"Well, I thought you could answer that by yourself!"
"Hmph. It's back at my hotel room. Shall we get it?"
"Whatever you say. I just want it. Ok?"
Smirking at his comment, she slammed some green bills on
the counter and began to leave. They remained silent
throughout most of the trip in the taxi to her hotel.
However, as soon as they got inside it began to get
slightly interesting...
***Bedroom of Ms. Eriksen's hotel room***
"So, where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"You know what I mean. You told me you could give it to
me. You can... can't you?"
"Hmm... depends on what you mean by 'give it' to you!"
Before he could respond, she took a few steps forward and
threw herself against him, locking them in a passionate
kiss. Vaughn didn't even begin to pull away as she tore
his shirt off and threw it somewhere in the direction of
the small desk that was in the corner of the room.
Pushing he backwards onto the bed forcefully, she quickly
exited the room before he could voice his protest.
Returning moments later, she dumped whatever she had just
gotten on the floor at the foot of the bed and climbed
onto him, straddling his chest. Leaning forward she
whispered "I want you now" in his ear, sending chills
down his spine at her sultry voice. He pulled her down to
his mouth for another passionate kiss which left them
both breathless when they pulled away from each other.
Sliding off the bed, she heard him whimper slightly, not
knowing where she was going. Turning around, she winked
at him and in a moment was back on top of him. Kissing him
again was not for her pleasure but only to distract him
for the handcuffs that were being tightened around his
wrists. Pulling back she smiled oh-so-sweetly at him as
he noticed what she had done to him.
"What is this?" He moaned at her.
"Tis called bondage." she teased. "maybe you have heard
of it before?"
He laughed at her as she slid her body down his until she
was positioned between his legs.
"Yeah, I've heard of it... should've guessed you'd be
into it."
"Oh don't worry! After tonight, I can guarantee that
you'll be into it as well!"
She slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them down along
with his white satin boxers. Dipping her head down, she
grabbed for the peach flavoured condom she had bought for
this very occasion and put it onto him via her mouth- a
new skill she had only recently acquired. She lifted her
mouth off of him and admired the view. He looked so
sexy just lying there with his arms out beside him
handcuffed by the wrists to the bed posts, no shirt and
pants down around his ankles. Without giving it another
thought, she took him back into her mouth, sucking and
licking him till he almost came. Moaning as she took her
mouth away from him, he was shocked as she ripped her
dress off and sat down on him. She moved up and down...
up and down over and over again oh so slowly that he
thought it was going to kill him. Finally, she moaned and
bit down hard on his shoulder as they both came. They lay
there a tangled mess of sweat and sheets. Disregarding
their attempts to catch their breath, the mysterious
figure who had been sitting in the corner of the room
even before they had arrived pulled on the little chain
thus turning the desk lamp beside them on and revealing
himself to them.
"Jesus Sark!" Vaughn yelled and grabbed for the blankets
but the cuffs restrained him from doing so. Sark just
stood there with that adorable smirk on his face. Frejya
stood up and went over to kiss Sark. She then walked over
to where Vaughn was lying on the bed, threw the sheet
over the lower half of his body and pulled out his wallet
from the back pocket of his pants. She removed a CIA key
card and gave it to Sark as she pulled her dress back
into place and went to leave. As she began walking out of
the door, she turned around and blew him a kiss saying
"Sorry Michael... it just could never have worked between
us though."
And then she left. She left with his worst enemy, and
left him lying naked and handcuffed to the bed of the
bridal suite in a 5 star hotel. This night was just
getting worse for him.
END!
thought it was him. 'Mmm' she thought. 'He's too hot to
be a spook!' Amused by her thought, she forget all her
misconceptions about it not being him and went over.
"Mr Vaughn?"
"Yes. Ms. Eriksen?"
She nodded as he motioned for her to take the seat next
to him. He then looked up, catching the attention of the
bartender.
"What will it be?"
"I'll have another one..." Vaughn said as he pushed his
empty glass towards the bartender.
"And you'll have?" He looked at Ms. Eriksen
questioningly.
"Hmm. I'll have whatever the hell he's having."
Moments later, the bartender returned with two glasses.
She downed hers quickly, whilst he slowly sipped at the
clear liquid, shuddering slightly as it warmed his body,
sliding down his throat.
"What was that?" Ms. Eriksen murmured.
"Pure Russian Vodka. You know. The original kind."
"Mmm. I've always liked a man who has good taste in
Vodka. Have you ever been to Russia?"
"Yes, I go quite frequently... with my job and all. It's
a beautiful place, one of my favourites."
"Indeed it is beautiful. Amazing."
"I don't mean to push, but we are slightly stalling. Do
you have it or not?"
"And here I thought America didn't make deals with
terrorists."
"America doesn't, but I do." She laughed at his answer.
"And you do?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Are you a terrorist?"
"No. I am the Queen of England!" She laughed again.
"Seriously though. Why did you come to me?"
"I... I read your case file. I found you rather
interesting. You are the first person who I have heard of
who seems to be fighting for something worthwhile."
"HA! So you hate the Bush Administration as much as me then?"
"Let's just say I didn't vote for him. So, I ask again.
Do you have it?" She sat there for a while as if
thinking.
"Yes, I have it. Not here though. You amuse me. You ask
me if I have it, but not whether I am going to give it to
you?"
"Well, I thought you could answer that by yourself!"
"Hmph. It's back at my hotel room. Shall we get it?"
"Whatever you say. I just want it. Ok?"
Smirking at his comment, she slammed some green bills on
the counter and began to leave. They remained silent
throughout most of the trip in the taxi to her hotel.
However, as soon as they got inside it began to get
slightly interesting...
***Bedroom of Ms. Eriksen's hotel room***
"So, where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"You know what I mean. You told me you could give it to
me. You can... can't you?"
"Hmm... depends on what you mean by 'give it' to you!"
Before he could respond, she took a few steps forward and
threw herself against him, locking them in a passionate
kiss. Vaughn didn't even begin to pull away as she tore
his shirt off and threw it somewhere in the direction of
the small desk that was in the corner of the room.
Pushing he backwards onto the bed forcefully, she quickly
exited the room before he could voice his protest.
Returning moments later, she dumped whatever she had just
gotten on the floor at the foot of the bed and climbed
onto him, straddling his chest. Leaning forward she
whispered "I want you now" in his ear, sending chills
down his spine at her sultry voice. He pulled her down to
his mouth for another passionate kiss which left them
both breathless when they pulled away from each other.
Sliding off the bed, she heard him whimper slightly, not
knowing where she was going. Turning around, she winked
at him and in a moment was back on top of him. Kissing him
again was not for her pleasure but only to distract him
for the handcuffs that were being tightened around his
wrists. Pulling back she smiled oh-so-sweetly at him as
he noticed what she had done to him.
"What is this?" He moaned at her.
"Tis called bondage." she teased. "maybe you have heard
of it before?"
He laughed at her as she slid her body down his until she
was positioned between his legs.
"Yeah, I've heard of it... should've guessed you'd be
into it."
"Oh don't worry! After tonight, I can guarantee that
you'll be into it as well!"
She slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them down along
with his white satin boxers. Dipping her head down, she
grabbed for the peach flavoured condom she had bought for
this very occasion and put it onto him via her mouth- a
new skill she had only recently acquired. She lifted her
mouth off of him and admired the view. He looked so
sexy just lying there with his arms out beside him
handcuffed by the wrists to the bed posts, no shirt and
pants down around his ankles. Without giving it another
thought, she took him back into her mouth, sucking and
licking him till he almost came. Moaning as she took her
mouth away from him, he was shocked as she ripped her
dress off and sat down on him. She moved up and down...
up and down over and over again oh so slowly that he
thought it was going to kill him. Finally, she moaned and
bit down hard on his shoulder as they both came. They lay
there a tangled mess of sweat and sheets. Disregarding
their attempts to catch their breath, the mysterious
figure who had been sitting in the corner of the room
even before they had arrived pulled on the little chain
thus turning the desk lamp beside them on and revealing
himself to them.
"Jesus Sark!" Vaughn yelled and grabbed for the blankets
but the cuffs restrained him from doing so. Sark just
stood there with that adorable smirk on his face. Frejya
stood up and went over to kiss Sark. She then walked over
to where Vaughn was lying on the bed, threw the sheet
over the lower half of his body and pulled out his wallet
from the back pocket of his pants. She removed a CIA key
card and gave it to Sark as she pulled her dress back
into place and went to leave. As she began walking out of
the door, she turned around and blew him a kiss saying
"Sorry Michael... it just could never have worked between
us though."
And then she left. She left with his worst enemy, and
left him lying naked and handcuffed to the bed of the
bridal suite in a 5 star hotel. This night was just
getting worse for him.
END!