Spoilers: S3, some time after Crossings. No real spoilers, though.
Summary: It's nice to be lovers, but is it enough? A stolen moment in the intimacy of Syd and Eric's bedroom.
Disclaimer: bottom line: Not mine. Got no money. Let's just be friends and enjoy the show...
Note: this is a companion piece to The Sleep of the Just, but it can also be read as a stand-alone. A moment of fluffy sweetness with a spot of angst. Enjoy... :-)
"Close your eyes." Eric tells her.
Syd stares at him. They've been intimate for almost two months now. She knows better than to just comply when he's got that roguish expression on his face. "Whyyy?" She asks with a small smile, her eyes squinting a little in mock suspicion.
Eric chuckles, reading her thoughts like an open book. "What do you mean, why? Where's the trust? Come on Syd, humor me."
Now she's really wondering what silliness he's got in reserve. She moves away from him. Her side of the bed has been cold since the middle of the night, but the distance makes her feel like she hasn't lost all control… just yet. "Nah hah." She teases. A smirk betrays her delight at the game that's shaping up. "No trust. I'm a spy, remember. I know your wicked ways, Agent Weiss. I'm not letting you near me till I hear why."
Eric laughs out right at her stubbornness. God, she's beautiful when her eyes sparkle like that. And that little smile that makes her lips look so kissable... Which reminds him of why they're having this conversation in the first place. "Because if your eyes aren't closed, I don't think I'll be able to go through with it."
Okay, now, she's intrigued. Shy is not exactly Eric's middle name. So what's he got on his mind? She scrutinizes his features, but he's not letting on to anything. If she wants to know, she'll have to take a leap of faith.
"Come on, Syd… Please..." He pleads, his tone soothing and seductive. He sits up and gives her partially draped body a suggestive once over. After all, the thin blue sheet leaves very little to the imagination...
She fights her excitement. She really tries not to give in too fast. But soon, her smile reappears. It's been a whole new experience, making love with Eric. Any doubt she ever had that he wasn't her type, that she might be on the rebound and shouldn't date, all of it has been swept away by the exquisite pleasure, the profound tenderness between them.
And the games. One of the perks of being with someone who doesn't take life too seriously, she figures. Over the last few weeks, she's become addicted to his never-ending imagination and the sensual stories he whispers to her as he helps forget the world around her. How could she refuse to give into his desire when their lovemaking invariably leaves her panting and satiated? " 'kay." She consents, playful. "Closing eyes now." And her eyelids follow her words.
Eric grins, tickled as he always is that Sydney trusts him enough to abandon herself to his wishes. He knows what it is like to give up control when all your life is about not losing it.
But first, there's a couple of things to set up for this to work.
"Wait, move down a little." And he grabs her by the waist and pulls her towards the middle of the bed. All the while, Sydney is giggling. "There. Much better. Oh, and Syd. Look at me..."
"You just told me to close my eyes!"
"Yeah… Cute. Open 'em up." She turns her head towards him, amused by his antics. He looks back at her with that mysterious stare he gets sometimes. His eyelids are half-closed. His voice is low. Beneath the caressing inflections, she can feel the power she's agreed to give him. "There's one rule to this game." He holds her gaze without wavering. "You have to keep your eyes closed at all times and follow what I say to the letter. No matter what happens."
His right index rises to trace her lips sensually. She lets out a sigh, her eyes closing again. He gets closer and murmurs in her ear. "At all times. No matter what. Do you agree, Syd?" His index plunges slightly beyond her lips and into the warmth of her mouth, then back out. Her breath catches. "Do you?"
"Yesss..." Sydney sighs, already mellow with the surge of desire that just heated up her center.
Eric smiles to himself. Everything is in place now.
Swiftly, he gets up and reaches for the nightstand drawer. In there, he takes a medium-length feather he found on the floor the night before, after a memorable pillow fight that lead to their best lovemaking yet. He also sets a small round object on the top of the nightstand for later use.
He's been looking for an opportunity to do this for a while. When he saw the feather last night, the plan came to him like a lightening bolt. He's hardly slept in anticipation. Even now, his breathing is a little short, his heart beating like it's trying to get out of his chest. He sits back on the bed and considers the white feather that weighs nothing and only covers a fourth of his hand. So much riding on such a little fluffy thing...
Sydney has been waiting patiently, trying to guess what he was up to by the sound of his movements around the room. She recognized the nightstand drawer opening and closing. But there's almost nothing in there except her Alice in Wonderland book, dental floss, and a few pencils and pieces of paper. She's trying to think of erotic ways to use dental floss, but nothing comes to...
A tickling sensation at the tip of her nose makes her gasp and scrunch her face up. She almost opens her right eye.
"...Ah ah ah... No peeking." Eric cautions her playfully. Just in case, he hides the feather away. Let her wonder for a while…
At the loss of the sensation, Sydney isn't sure if she's relieved or even more restless than before. This is the first time Eric has asked to do this: to just be there, and yet not be *there*. To be aware of what's happening around her only through sound and touch, and not to interact with anything of her own accord. If she has control and trust issues, they're going to be out in the open by the end of this game.
Eric may have this Teddy bear look about him, but that's only part of the story, she's discovered. Below the soft, fun exterior, there's a strong will and a few, almost inflexible rules he lives by. That's what makes him such a dependable, talented field agent and backup. If, as it seems, he's set out to make her surrender to him like never before, she doesn't doubt for a second that he's got the means to reach his goal.
She bites lightly into her lower lip, feeling the contact acutely. Her senses are enhanced by her temporary blindness. The powerlessness is unnerving, exhilarating. And, as her center contracts, she becomes aware it's also very arousing.
The fluffy caress starts again. Around her face now. Then another sort of caress takes her by surprise. The hard tip of Eric's tongue slowly follows the curve of her eyebrows and eyelids. Softly, he blows on the wet trail. The sensation is cold at first, then tempered a second later as the fluffy thingy follows the same path like a heavenly cloud of warmth. Her eyes resolutely closed, Sydney sighs. Already, the little spots of tension in her body are softening. God, how come Eric is so good at making her feel peaceful and treasured?
Alternately kissing lightly and licking his way down, Eric reaches his first stop: Syd's lush lips, already parted by the desire he can feel rising in her. Slowly, he moves the feather down along the narrow paths and to her mouth. "Lick your lips for me, Syd… Go ahead, baby, wet them."
His words flow like harmonic honey. She's already beyond questioning. Without thinking, she complies. She draws a breath when she feels the fluffy thing against the tip of her tongue. Tentative, she explores. No taste, small thread-like texture... A feather...
Leisurely, Eric draws the shape of her lips with it, then brings it down along her neck and around her breasts.
The feather leaves tiny trails moist with her saliva. Following the progression, her skin tingles and burns; every nerve ending in her awakens.
Her breathing accelerates when she guesses his next destination. She holds her breath. Lightly, he licks the tip of her right breast. She gasps at the freezing sensation when he blows across her hardening nipple.
Eric grins knowingly at her response. In the past two months, he's had time to discover some of her more sensitive spots: the area just below her ears, the hollow of her neck, her inner forearms and hands, the underside of her breasts, the small of her back... That's besides the more obvious areas. He's hasn't catalogued everything yet, but his exploration has already been pretty thorough. He loves her smell. He loves how of every inch of her skin feels like silk. God, he loves her so much…
"You like that, huh?" He smirks as he blows across her left nipple and she gasps again, her back arching.
"Is that a rhetorical question? Mmmm…" She moans as his teeth gently close around the hardened tip and his tongue teases it.
He releases the pressure. "Ooh, sassy…" If experience serves, Syd is already on her way to her first orgasm. He's gonna have to slow down if he really wants to bring her where he is going.
So he moves the feather along her sides. The tension brakes and he is rewarded with peels of giggles from her. He smiles at her mirth. "This is too easy, you know. You realize I'm gonna have to nickname you Tickle-Me-Syd, right?" He mocks gently, his mouth kissing her belly button, then noisily blowing wind against her skin, which sends her laughing even harder under the vibrations. Maybe that was too much. By the way she's moving, he can sense her focus is dispersing. But he isn't even close to finished. "Remember, love. No look-see… We wouldn't want me to stop before I reach base now, would we..." He teases.
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