Effrontery

I smirk coolly as Agent Vaughn shoves me up the isle. He probably thinks I'm simply faking it to intimidate him. Little does he know I actually have a reason to be amused this time.

"Dude, I totally nailed your wife!" I hear a frat boy voice inside my head say.

I smile a little more at the voice. Never mind the utter hilarity of what would happen if he knew. If I told him right this instant he'd be thrilled, whether he would admit it to himself or not. It'd give him an excuse to leave Lauren without it simply being because he'd rather be with Sydney Bristow. If I did that that for him he'd probably kiss me himself.

I raise my eyebrows and chuckle over the thought. It would certainly be an interesting conquest. I didn't do it very often, but I was willing to risk being labeled as 'swinging both ways'. Certain men presented opportunities that were too fun to pass up, and Michael Vaughn was the perfect type. Straight as an arrow, very secure, and hardly ever doubted what he knew about himself.

Everyone is bisexual to a certain extent though. Even if it's only the tiny bit that allows you to judge attractiveness in your own gender. Anyone can find pleasure strictly from physical stimulation as well. I probably wouldn't even have to use my mouth with him if I was to go through with it, just shove my tongue down his throat and grind against him until he became aroused enough that he'd start grinding back.

I chuckle some more and wonder if he would taste similar to how Lauren did. I recall her climbing into my lap in the car. She used all the right moves to make me slip into a haze before I even realized it was happening. At which point she tore herself away from me and ordered "Get us back to the hotel now!"

I realized why she had been acting the way she had. She liked playing with me because she thought she could get me to do whatever she wanted. I didn't much care for the preconception but you know how the saying goes: never bite the hand that feeds you...at least until after the meal.

So I kept my peace for then. She slipped off her shirt the moment she walked in the door and it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before the rest of our clothes went the same way. I remembered how it felt to slip between her thighs and feel her moving against me.

"Damn," I think to myself realizing that between the idea of him and the memory of her I might be able to get going enough to actually go trough with it. That is if it were a better situation.

I struggle to bite back a full out laugh when Agent Vaughn tells me to go inside the lavatory.

Perfect set up, the traditional conduit to the mile high club and everything.

I see him glaring at me in the mirror as he handcuffs me. He thinks I act like this around him because I, like everyone else who knows them and has more than two brain cells, know how in love with Sydney he is. He thinks everyone in the spy world sees it as pathetic. I don't though, I know what it's like to have a woman who you love unconditionally.

I must considering how thinking of him and Sydney always makes me think if Allison. It's been so long since I've seen her but I remember what she was like all the same. I remember how she hated the fact that she had to spend the rest of her life looking like someone else. She thought she looked terrible. I didn't care one bit though. I knew it was her in there and that was all that mattered.

I grumble inwardly. Depressing thoughts these. Besides I've got bigger things to worry about right now.

I suppose I could let Agent Vaughn figure it out for himself. He would eventually...I guess. Though, where would the fun in that be?

I clue him in with slight ambiguity and watch his expression as the light bulb goes on. He turns around out the door and leaves me standing alone. I set myself down on the toilet with a sigh as I know there's nothing to do now other than twiddle my thumbs and hope the CIA can find a away to defuse whatever's been planted on this plane.