Chapter 9: Giving Blood

Sydney could almost feel the angry aura emanating from the Blood Mobile. Shouldering her backpack and smiling at a young man walking by, she opened the door. Without looking further into the makeshift CIA wagon, she securely latched the door behind her before chancing a glance at her secret partner.

He was sitting in his crisp, white oxford - holster hugging his broad chest and shoulders. Between the deep green eyes and the classy yet spiked hair were the wrinkles of his forehead, more pronounced due to the deep scowl he was firing in her direction.

"Look...before you say anything-"

"Don't. Don't speak...just sit."

"Excuse me? I'm not a child. Don't you dare talk to me like that."

Vaughn stood quickly, joining the fray. "I am your superior officer! You are going to do as I say during a mission!"

"You weren't there! You're never there! If you'd been in my situation, you would have understood. This is all I have, Vaughn - all I have to get me the hell out of this life!"

"Damn it Sydney, open your eyes!" Vaughn snarled before taking the three steps separating them and slamming his mouth over hers.

Taking advantage of her sudden gasp his tongue pressed quickly into her mouth to stroke her own before he pulled back finding her arms wrapped around his torso and lips swollen from his plundering.

"I worry about you constantly, but if you pull something like that again, I can't promise I'll be your handler when you get back."

He saw the pained flicker in her eyes mix with anger, and before she had a chance to speak his lips were once again smothering hers in a fiery kiss. He hauled her flush against his body, the wind leaving her lungs in a rush as he backed her up against a supply cabinet.

'Jack's gonna kill me,' Vaughn thought as he heard Sydney moan against his rough lips, his five o'clock shadow beginning to chafe her chin and cheeks.

Pulling their mouth's apart with a smack, Sydney forced herself to be rational and remember what the subject was before his initial attack. 'Oh…that's right. I'm pissed.'

"I'm not a child, so don't treat me like one."

Her handler merely nodded as his hands worked at freeing her shirt from their wedged spot inside her jeans, undoing the button there as well. Her own fingers were toying with his holster, tracing the leather with a fingernail. Despite his initial desire to rip her a new one...this wasn't entirely what he'd been planning.

Sydney began to undo the buttons of his oxford, stopping quickly at Michael's harsh reprimand.

"Don't. There's not enough time for that anyway." His rough words were almost an order she would have complained over if his hot, insistent mouth wasn't over hers yet again. She heard more than felt the thud of her lower back as it was pushed into the top of a filing cabinet, and as instinct took over, she used her runner's legs to push herself up before wrapping said legs around Vaughn's waist.

The sudden rise of her thighs was making it difficult for his struggling hands to rid her hips of the confining denim. Pulling their mouths apart and attaching his suckling lips to her collar bone, he tilted her back until the reverberating thump of her head coming into contact with the mobile's wall was heard. He cast her a wicked smile, teeth nipping at her sensitive skin, forcing her to close her eyes and clutch his shoulders with a moan.

Finally managing to get her pants around her ankles, he was slightly shocked to see bright red lace winking at him in a sexy number tight around her hips.

"Just because I'm an English major doesn't mean I don't shop at Victoria's Secret," she whisper, lust gracing the edges of her voice as she pulled him closer. "Don't think that doing this will make me forgive you,"

"Don't think that doing this will make me worry less about you." 'Quite the contrary.' he finished in his mind.

"So we'll have hot angry sex and work shit out later." Michael growled, Sydney readily agreeing as she kicked off her trousers, her fingers brushing against his straining member as it jutted out the front of his black dress pants. The deep moan that erupted from his throat made her grin as he shoved her hands away and undid his belt, button, and zipper with one fumbling set of fingers, the other pushing aside her silken panties and shoved two fingers into her twitching heat.

She cried out, her fingers clawing up toward his holster and yanking him closer to her chest. Deeming her more than ready, he adjusted himself so his throbbing cock was aligned with her heated center and not wasting any time before thrusting in to the hilt.

Vaughn grunted, shanking himself awake to see five sets of eyes focused solely on him, only one of which belonged to the woman he was fucking in his mind.

"Do you have something to add to the briefing Agent Vaughn?" Jack Bristow asked from the front of the room, Michael sitting up straight and trying to make it seem like he hadn't been dreaming about the intimidating man's daughter.

"Umm...no sir, I'm sorry. I...didn't get much sleep last night," he stuttered, clearing his throat and sitting back up in his chair, trying desperately to remember the last note he'd written down as he looked down to he and Sydney's joint notepad.

Miraculously, his semi-obedient girlfriend had taken into account his lack of awareness and had written down most of the pertinent information for him. Sending her a small smile, he wasn't prepared for the smirk she was sporting. Reaching her hand out and penning two words onto the corner of the pad, he frowned and looked down.

'Wet spot?'

Peering down into his lap he saw his erection making itself known as a tent in his trousers, a small moist spot on the front. He cursed mentally, adjusting his jacket around his waist with a grumble.

Removing the cap from his pen, he added a small note underneath her jibe, Sydney tilting only her eyes to read it.

'Zone 4.'

A bright dimpled smile formed on her lips as they tried in vain to pay attention to the rest of the meeting. Finally, moments after they adjourned, Sydney stood at her desk glancing over several files she'd received as a strong hand wrapped around her arm and yanked her away from her work.

She recognized him quickly, frowning in wonder until he began dragging her down a familiar hallway - into a familiar room. Slamming the door behind them and pulling her against him, his mouth latched onto the sensitive spot at the joint of her neck and shoulder.

"My god...what's gotten you all riled up?" she moaned, her voice a harsh whisper mixed with a gasp as Vaughn bit into her throat.

"Blood mobile."

'What?!' she thought, Michael's hand grasping and squeezing her breast making her incapable of speaking coherently. "I'll ask later," she groaned, feeling Vaughn's nod against her chest before his teeth and mouth latched over her sensitive nipple.

Putting any and all words aside, they wasted no time in unzipping Vaughn's pants, his hands busying themselves with hiking up her skirt and shoving aside her panties. Her warm hand wrapped around his stiff cock, Michael lunging without meaning to with his hips.

"Sweetie, I'm hard. You don't need to check," he chuckled, pretty sure she'd rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see anything in the darkness of the closet.

A breathy laugh brushed across his sweaty neck as she tilted his shaft down until it was perfectly in line with her wet center. Torturing him slightly as she skipped over her entrance and brushed the mushroom-like head against her clit.

"Syd," warning her with his tone, she brushed him past one last time before he took control of the situation. Wrapping his fingers around hers he coordinated it with a thrust until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight channel. Dropping her head to his shoulder, forehead colliding with the lapel of his suit jacket, Michael pulled out and lunged back in rapid succession.

'This isn't gonna last very long,' she thought, encircling his shoulders with her arms and his hips with her legs as he began to piston in and out. Pressing kisses to his ear and neck, Vaughn buried his hands into her loosened hair and pulled her back and crashed his mouth over hers. His tongue invaded like an army and quickly took command of her senses.

His loins began to boil, Sydney's walls clenching around his pumping shaft as they careened toward the impending explosion. A few well timed - and well placed - thrusts against her g-spot set the wanton woman off as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and neck before trying to muffle her cry against the cotton of his clothes. The rhythmic squeezing of her channel was too much for him as Vaughn let out a guttural noise from the back of his throat as his orgasm rushed from his toes to the top of his head.

They slumped into a sweating, pulsating heap atop one of the many abandoned filing cabinets that lined the east wall. Sydney's fingers ran mundane patterns through his hair as he tried to calm himself down above her.

"So...exactly what were...were you thinking about in...in the briefing?" she gulped air into her lungs, words coming out between gasps.

"I was just thinking about having angry sex in the blood mobile after a bum mission."

"But...why the blood mobile? It was single handedly the one place where we fought the most."

Vaughn laughed, pulling his body back until he remembered the Sydney was wrapped around him and keeping him from escaping the ring of her arms and legs. "I've fantasized too many times about the warehouse, I figured it'd be a good change of pace. But...we should get back before your dad realizes that I just had sex with his daughter."

"I think he knows that we sleep together. It's been a year and a half."

"Ummm...seriously? No...I don't think so. I probably wouldn't be alive if he knew." Pushing a kiss to her cheek after missing her nose from the lack of light, they separated and began redressing.

"We'll see about that," she chuckled and pulled him close for a final kiss, her tongue taking a moment to trace his lips before she opened the door and ran headlong into her father. "Shit - I mean...dad. What...what are...how..."

"I'll pretend that I'm not witnessing my daughter and her former handler exiting a closet in rumpled attire. Meeting in ten minutes."

"Another meeting?" she asked, trying to keep the blush from rising completely on its journey from neck to forehead.

"Unless you're busy, of course." Without further ado, he turned away from the ruffled young couple and walked calmly and fluidly down the hallway.

"Huh. Well...what do you know." Sydney mumbled, Michael poking his head out of the room with an unusually ashen face.

"What?" he squeaked, straightening his tie until it was almost unbearably tight.

"You are still alive...and I'm pretty sure my dad knows now." She faced him with a small smile, rubbing her thumb over his forehead to try and squish away the dozen or so wrinkles that had recently made themselves known. Kissing the dimple of his chin before walking away and leaving the young man gaping in the hallway.

Sighing and mentally preparing himself for some sort of battle between his potential father and law and himself, he closed the door to the closet behind him.

'I knew we'd get caught some day.'