My note: This is a mini mini excerpt I was thinking about. I don't think ill make it into a story, just a little piece of randomness
Disclaimers: Don't own it, just borrowing it. thanks jj
Lust
He leaned over her. The heat was overwhelming, she was scared. He was scary, towering over her. What was he going to do? Slice her throat? He was already so far, now he could finally enjoy it, watching Sydney Bristow die, right before his eyes. He got even closer so they were touching and swiftly took out a knife and stabbed it in the wall. Ok, Sark was insane, yes but why was he being so strange?
"The thing about you Sydney, is that you are so good, and righteous, but I know you secretly yearn for something different. A taste of the wild side, don't you think?"
What was he on about? The wild side? She had been a spy for so long, how much wilder could it get. Maybe he would do something completely twisted, like bring out a butterfly knife and make Sydney die in utter slow, wrenching pain.
He looked at her, powerful in everyway, now that Sydney was weak, cornered and scared.
"Do you want to enjoy your last moments of life Sydney?" he said, in the British lilt he had, bringing out a small sharp knife.
"Sark, these wont be my last moments of life." Syd replied.
With that Sark let out a hard, precise blow to Syd's cheek, leaving a red mark instantly.
"How can you be so sure my dear friend?" he muttered the clear words. Lifting her chin so they were eye to eye, he continued "In a world like we live in Sydney, nothing is definite."
"Why don't you just kill me?" Syd dared.
Sark looked at her with mild interest, pocketing the knife and bring out a black hand gun. In his crisp black suit he heaved closer and laid down on her a soft kiss, putting the gun to her head. Syd returned the favour, though she couldn't think of why. Lust. Maybe. They stayed there for a while, in pure sin, pushing all of Syd's boundaries. Eventually Sark dropped the gun, which brought Syd back to reality. What? She was kissing the man that she would never be close to in a million years, a demon on earth. She suddenly stopped, getting a glare from Sark.
"But didn't you enjoy that Sydney?" Sark said steadily, with a hint of surprise, picking up the gun.
"It would have been good between us." He continued, leveling the gun with her head. That instance those words were muttered the steel door was forced open and Vaughn took a quick shot at Sark with his tranquilizer gun.