It's never safe
Disclaimer: nope not mine. Sorry try again. Go talk to ABC I'm sure they can help you out.
Summery: Vaughn's thoughts in the parking garage of SD-6
Rating: let's see...PG at least. I guess.
AN: all right people. This would be my first Alias fic. You knew it was coming and here it is. Reviews get you another one from Syd's point of veiw. Tell me if I'm just no good at this. I won't know if you don't speak. Thanks.
It's never safe for us. Here she is standing in front of me in the SD-6 parking garage and all I want to do is pull her close.
I almost lost her tonight. I just want to reassure myself that she is really here and ok. I wonder if she wants the physical confirmation as well.
Her smile is amazing but when is it not. When did I get so wrapped up in Sydney Bristow. When did I cross that line that no handler should cross.
Maybe their right. Maybe I am too involved but hell who wouldn't be.
It's never safe for us.
Even here, with no one but ourselves and the CIA extraction team. Especially not here. If I ever have any hope of being with her in anyway, I have to acknowlege that here is more dangerous then any gas station, park bench, or pier.
Because here our fates are decided.
It's dangerous for me to stay any longer. Dangerous for me to think the way I'm thinking. About the curves I'd like to get to know better, about the lips I'd like to test, about the soul that hides behind her broken eyes.
Dangerous it may be, but I can't stop myself from thinking about it.
I want to touch her so badly. To feel her skin warm under my hand. But I'll settle for anything right now.
I reach out and place my hand on her side. I try not to think about how she feels there, just to the side of her perfectly toned stomach. I try not to think about how my fingers linger at the small of her back and my thumb falls just to the right of where her navel should be. If I wrapped both hands around her waist I....
Pulling her to me, I continue with our conversation as I let go of her.
Perfume. She jokes about it being perfume.
My mind wanders back to her scent. Even now when she smells of sweat and blood her scent is intoxicating. But this is no time for my mind to wander and I quickly bring myself in check.
It isn't safe for us and I need to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Truthfully though, I'm more worried about what will happen when I see her next. When I'm alone with her.
I'm more worried about slipping up and kissing her before I leave.
All night that thought has been intruding, in the strangest places too. When she held our life in her firm and very capable hands. I'm very grateful for those hands and they're steady nature. But in that moment all I really wanted to do was take them in mine and kiss her.
I wondered if they'd roam over me like mine where itching to roam over her.
It's not safe for us anywhere.
I think tonight proved that.
I just don't know how I'm going to protect us from ourselves.
Disclaimer: nope not mine. Sorry try again. Go talk to ABC I'm sure they can help you out.
Summery: Vaughn's thoughts in the parking garage of SD-6
Rating: let's see...PG at least. I guess.
AN: all right people. This would be my first Alias fic. You knew it was coming and here it is. Reviews get you another one from Syd's point of veiw. Tell me if I'm just no good at this. I won't know if you don't speak. Thanks.
It's never safe for us. Here she is standing in front of me in the SD-6 parking garage and all I want to do is pull her close.
I almost lost her tonight. I just want to reassure myself that she is really here and ok. I wonder if she wants the physical confirmation as well.
Her smile is amazing but when is it not. When did I get so wrapped up in Sydney Bristow. When did I cross that line that no handler should cross.
Maybe their right. Maybe I am too involved but hell who wouldn't be.
It's never safe for us.
Even here, with no one but ourselves and the CIA extraction team. Especially not here. If I ever have any hope of being with her in anyway, I have to acknowlege that here is more dangerous then any gas station, park bench, or pier.
Because here our fates are decided.
It's dangerous for me to stay any longer. Dangerous for me to think the way I'm thinking. About the curves I'd like to get to know better, about the lips I'd like to test, about the soul that hides behind her broken eyes.
Dangerous it may be, but I can't stop myself from thinking about it.
I want to touch her so badly. To feel her skin warm under my hand. But I'll settle for anything right now.
I reach out and place my hand on her side. I try not to think about how she feels there, just to the side of her perfectly toned stomach. I try not to think about how my fingers linger at the small of her back and my thumb falls just to the right of where her navel should be. If I wrapped both hands around her waist I....
Pulling her to me, I continue with our conversation as I let go of her.
Perfume. She jokes about it being perfume.
My mind wanders back to her scent. Even now when she smells of sweat and blood her scent is intoxicating. But this is no time for my mind to wander and I quickly bring myself in check.
It isn't safe for us and I need to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Truthfully though, I'm more worried about what will happen when I see her next. When I'm alone with her.
I'm more worried about slipping up and kissing her before I leave.
All night that thought has been intruding, in the strangest places too. When she held our life in her firm and very capable hands. I'm very grateful for those hands and they're steady nature. But in that moment all I really wanted to do was take them in mine and kiss her.
I wondered if they'd roam over me like mine where itching to roam over her.
It's not safe for us anywhere.
I think tonight proved that.
I just don't know how I'm going to protect us from ourselves.