TITLE: Kiss
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. You've seen them in every fic. Do I have to repeat myself here?
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It was a calm, relaxing night for Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn to simply just talk and lounge around. However, nights like these were rare. Just about the only thing that Sydney was wearing was a tank top and boxer shorts while Vaughn was wearing a pair of grey pajama pants with blue lettering that said "Esprit" on the side. Both of them were barefoot and playing footsie with each other.
"Michael?"
"Hmmm?"
"When was your first kiss?", Sydney asked in a soft, gentle whisper while nipping his right earlobe.
He could answer any question in the world. He could even tell Sydney the most embarrassing moments in his life. But, when a question like that came up, he panicked. He was always afraid of answering questions like this. For him to tell anyone of something that special to him, it made him nervous and uncomfortable.
"Um..."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Michael..."
"Really, it's nothing."
"So, when was your first kiss?"
"Come on, Syd. You don't want to hear that, do you?"
"Oh yes, I do. So, who was your first kiss?", Sydney asked in a teasing, sing-song voice, snuggling against Michael and was purring like a contented kitten.
"...Mina Landers, the captain of the cheerleading team in high school."
"Let me guess. She was a blonde bimbo with huge breasts and a great ass?"
"Your analysis of Mina is incorrect," Michael said, pausing as to choose his words carefully, "For one, she was a redhead. And she wasn't a bimbo. She graduated as the year's valedictorian."
"Oh? So, what was it like?"
"...It felt awkward. She went a little too fast, too deep in the kiss and pulled on my hair really hard."
"Wimp."
"What? At the time, it had hurt a lot. So, what was your first kiss?"
"My first kiss? Mwahahahaha... It was in fourth grade by the ugliest guy in my class. I forgot his name, but he looked like he needed lots and lots of Clearasil."
"So, why did you kiss him?"
"Because I was playing Spin the Bottle," Sydney answers, blushing the whole time.
"I never liked that game much."
"Why not?"
"Because, when I played one time, it kept landing on either the guys or the girls that I absolutely disliked."
"Oh? So, if I asked you to play a game of Spin the Bottle with me right now, would you accept?"
"Nope. Not even if it's just you and me. That's how much I hate the game."
"Awww, you poor widdle baby," Sydney teased, grinning the whole time, "...At least you have me to..."
"...Tease me and joke about it the whole time with a smile on her face?", Michael interrupted, trying to look serious, but instead he looked like he was about to laugh his head off.
"Of course," replied Sydney, before kissing Michael with a soft peck on the lips.
"Though, there is one thing I'm wondering."
"What's that?"
"When am I going to have a drawer to myself?", he asked, pointing to his green book bag on the floor.
~END~
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This fic was written in dedication to my friend, Karen, who just happens to be a humongous Sydney/Vaughn fan.
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. You've seen them in every fic. Do I have to repeat myself here?
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It was a calm, relaxing night for Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn to simply just talk and lounge around. However, nights like these were rare. Just about the only thing that Sydney was wearing was a tank top and boxer shorts while Vaughn was wearing a pair of grey pajama pants with blue lettering that said "Esprit" on the side. Both of them were barefoot and playing footsie with each other.
"Michael?"
"Hmmm?"
"When was your first kiss?", Sydney asked in a soft, gentle whisper while nipping his right earlobe.
He could answer any question in the world. He could even tell Sydney the most embarrassing moments in his life. But, when a question like that came up, he panicked. He was always afraid of answering questions like this. For him to tell anyone of something that special to him, it made him nervous and uncomfortable.
"Um..."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Michael..."
"Really, it's nothing."
"So, when was your first kiss?"
"Come on, Syd. You don't want to hear that, do you?"
"Oh yes, I do. So, who was your first kiss?", Sydney asked in a teasing, sing-song voice, snuggling against Michael and was purring like a contented kitten.
"...Mina Landers, the captain of the cheerleading team in high school."
"Let me guess. She was a blonde bimbo with huge breasts and a great ass?"
"Your analysis of Mina is incorrect," Michael said, pausing as to choose his words carefully, "For one, she was a redhead. And she wasn't a bimbo. She graduated as the year's valedictorian."
"Oh? So, what was it like?"
"...It felt awkward. She went a little too fast, too deep in the kiss and pulled on my hair really hard."
"Wimp."
"What? At the time, it had hurt a lot. So, what was your first kiss?"
"My first kiss? Mwahahahaha... It was in fourth grade by the ugliest guy in my class. I forgot his name, but he looked like he needed lots and lots of Clearasil."
"So, why did you kiss him?"
"Because I was playing Spin the Bottle," Sydney answers, blushing the whole time.
"I never liked that game much."
"Why not?"
"Because, when I played one time, it kept landing on either the guys or the girls that I absolutely disliked."
"Oh? So, if I asked you to play a game of Spin the Bottle with me right now, would you accept?"
"Nope. Not even if it's just you and me. That's how much I hate the game."
"Awww, you poor widdle baby," Sydney teased, grinning the whole time, "...At least you have me to..."
"...Tease me and joke about it the whole time with a smile on her face?", Michael interrupted, trying to look serious, but instead he looked like he was about to laugh his head off.
"Of course," replied Sydney, before kissing Michael with a soft peck on the lips.
"Though, there is one thing I'm wondering."
"What's that?"
"When am I going to have a drawer to myself?", he asked, pointing to his green book bag on the floor.
~END~
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This fic was written in dedication to my friend, Karen, who just happens to be a humongous Sydney/Vaughn fan.
