Thinking
Sydney did anything but relax as she waited for Vaughn to get her. They had decided to do the operation without radio, not wanting to chance anyone picking anything up. Sydney and Vaughn had no reason to believe there would be any trouble, but they wanted to remain as cautious as possible since it was dangerous for them to be together. Vaughn wouldn't know something went wrong with the mission until she didn't show at their meeting point. He wouldn't get to her for about half an hour, she figured.
Alone, handcuffed to the pipes, Sydney's mind raced. She found herself replaying the recent events with every emotion possible. Sark was definitely flirting with her, she thought. Why? What was he trying to prove? Before, she believed he was teasing, just because that was the kind of bastard he was. But tonight, the way he spoke in her ear, she believed he meant what he said. Unless he was playing games with her again.
And why should I care? Sydney asked herself. Bastard, she thought. I'm going to kill him when we meet again. I won't hesitate to draw then. Put a stop to that cocky British accent and ever-present smirk.
Frustration and anger boiled in her once more. She was mad that he bested her again, mad that he left her there like this, mad that he said such things to her... and mad at herself for liking to hear it from him. She was definitely going to have to kill him when they met again.
Just as she estimated, about half an hour later, Vaughn came in.
"Sydney, are you OK?" he asked running over to her.
"I'm fine." She smiled and lied.
Vaughn didn't have the equipment to unlock Sydney's cuffs, so he broke them apart and Sydney wore them like bracelets back to the safehouse. After explanations, they were on their way.
*************************************************************************** "We can stay here tonight." Vaughn said, looking at Sydney. They were in a small house in Jakarta. It was beaten up and dirty, like most of the other houses in the area.
Sydney was taken aback. "Are you sure it's OK?" She asked.
"Sloane thinks you're on vacation and the mission was a failure. There's no need to hurry anywhere."
Sydney didn't know what to say. Part of her was exhausted from fighting Sark and another part of her was excited from fighting Sark. She wanted to sleep, and at the same time she wanted to run down the streets and kick some ass.
Vaughn came close to Sydney.
Oh my god, he's going to kiss me, she thought. He's really going to do it, after all this time.
Vaughn leaned in, and Sydney let him kiss her. It was soft and sweet and for a moment, she stopped thinking about everything. She pushed Sark, Alice, Sloane, her father, everyone, out of her mind.
When their lips parted, Vaughn asked, "Is this OK with you?"
Sydney nodded. The struggle back in the building left her tingly and she had wondered for a long time what it would be like to be with Vaughn, though admittedly, not as much of late.
Vaughn smiled like a schoolboy. "Are you sure?" he asked again.
Sydney nodded once again, though she found herself a bit annoyed for some reason.
Fortunately, Vaughn led her onto the bed and removed her top and she relaxed, letting her mind shut off.
Vaughn removed his clothing, then the rest of hers and proceeded to kiss her gently on her shoulders, chest, and stomach.
Sydney was aroused, wondering what kind of a lover Vaughn would be. Since they had met, there was a longing between them. She had often fantasized about this moment, never fully believing it could really happen. But now, she admitted, something was wrong. Something was off.
When Vaughn entered her, she found herself thinking of Sark's voice in her ear. "I think I could take pleasure in being a lot of things to you." She had to push her thoughts from her mind again and did so by kissing Vaughn.
He had a nice body, if a little small, and his kisses were so gentle. She knew he was concentrating, trying to make everything right for her. Sydney closed her eyes and let him.
Vaughn was a good lover... it was good sex. It just wasn't great sex. Sydney told herself that things were always off the first time, until two people learned one another's bodies.
"Sydney, I-" Vaughn began.
"Wait," Sydney said. "Wait a minute longer."
Vaughn did. Sydney concentrated on bringing about her climax. She succeeded just seconds before Vaughn.
After, he collapsed on her and patted her hair.
"I've wanted you for so long." He said.
"Me too." Sydney returned.
They held onto each other for a while. When Sydney rose some time later, she was surprised when she saw her wrists. Sydney and Vaughn had forgotten to remove her handcuffs before they began, and they still hung like bracelets on each arm.
Sydney did anything but relax as she waited for Vaughn to get her. They had decided to do the operation without radio, not wanting to chance anyone picking anything up. Sydney and Vaughn had no reason to believe there would be any trouble, but they wanted to remain as cautious as possible since it was dangerous for them to be together. Vaughn wouldn't know something went wrong with the mission until she didn't show at their meeting point. He wouldn't get to her for about half an hour, she figured.
Alone, handcuffed to the pipes, Sydney's mind raced. She found herself replaying the recent events with every emotion possible. Sark was definitely flirting with her, she thought. Why? What was he trying to prove? Before, she believed he was teasing, just because that was the kind of bastard he was. But tonight, the way he spoke in her ear, she believed he meant what he said. Unless he was playing games with her again.
And why should I care? Sydney asked herself. Bastard, she thought. I'm going to kill him when we meet again. I won't hesitate to draw then. Put a stop to that cocky British accent and ever-present smirk.
Frustration and anger boiled in her once more. She was mad that he bested her again, mad that he left her there like this, mad that he said such things to her... and mad at herself for liking to hear it from him. She was definitely going to have to kill him when they met again.
Just as she estimated, about half an hour later, Vaughn came in.
"Sydney, are you OK?" he asked running over to her.
"I'm fine." She smiled and lied.
Vaughn didn't have the equipment to unlock Sydney's cuffs, so he broke them apart and Sydney wore them like bracelets back to the safehouse. After explanations, they were on their way.
*************************************************************************** "We can stay here tonight." Vaughn said, looking at Sydney. They were in a small house in Jakarta. It was beaten up and dirty, like most of the other houses in the area.
Sydney was taken aback. "Are you sure it's OK?" She asked.
"Sloane thinks you're on vacation and the mission was a failure. There's no need to hurry anywhere."
Sydney didn't know what to say. Part of her was exhausted from fighting Sark and another part of her was excited from fighting Sark. She wanted to sleep, and at the same time she wanted to run down the streets and kick some ass.
Vaughn came close to Sydney.
Oh my god, he's going to kiss me, she thought. He's really going to do it, after all this time.
Vaughn leaned in, and Sydney let him kiss her. It was soft and sweet and for a moment, she stopped thinking about everything. She pushed Sark, Alice, Sloane, her father, everyone, out of her mind.
When their lips parted, Vaughn asked, "Is this OK with you?"
Sydney nodded. The struggle back in the building left her tingly and she had wondered for a long time what it would be like to be with Vaughn, though admittedly, not as much of late.
Vaughn smiled like a schoolboy. "Are you sure?" he asked again.
Sydney nodded once again, though she found herself a bit annoyed for some reason.
Fortunately, Vaughn led her onto the bed and removed her top and she relaxed, letting her mind shut off.
Vaughn removed his clothing, then the rest of hers and proceeded to kiss her gently on her shoulders, chest, and stomach.
Sydney was aroused, wondering what kind of a lover Vaughn would be. Since they had met, there was a longing between them. She had often fantasized about this moment, never fully believing it could really happen. But now, she admitted, something was wrong. Something was off.
When Vaughn entered her, she found herself thinking of Sark's voice in her ear. "I think I could take pleasure in being a lot of things to you." She had to push her thoughts from her mind again and did so by kissing Vaughn.
He had a nice body, if a little small, and his kisses were so gentle. She knew he was concentrating, trying to make everything right for her. Sydney closed her eyes and let him.
Vaughn was a good lover... it was good sex. It just wasn't great sex. Sydney told herself that things were always off the first time, until two people learned one another's bodies.
"Sydney, I-" Vaughn began.
"Wait," Sydney said. "Wait a minute longer."
Vaughn did. Sydney concentrated on bringing about her climax. She succeeded just seconds before Vaughn.
After, he collapsed on her and patted her hair.
"I've wanted you for so long." He said.
"Me too." Sydney returned.
They held onto each other for a while. When Sydney rose some time later, she was surprised when she saw her wrists. Sydney and Vaughn had forgotten to remove her handcuffs before they began, and they still hung like bracelets on each arm.
