A/N- A pure S/S chapter!!!
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"Sydney" Sark strode into the room to find Sydney Bristow reading at a table with a study lamp, she looked up when she heard her name.
"Yeah?"
Sark took a deep breath, he half-looked forward to and half-dreaded telling her what he had to "It seems that some complications have arisen and we shall need to spend the next few days in a hotel in Paris under the names Philippe and Aurélie Delacoeur." He watched her face carefully; several emotions chased each other across her beautiful features.
"WHAT?" He almost smirked, she was so predictable.
"Apparently Mr. Heinrich Bauman had discovered that his tape is missing and wants to find out who did it. He is having every person that was at the party that day checked up on and it would not do for us to be found out"
"What difference would it make?"
"He might seem like a small man Ms. Bristow but he is hardly to be underestimated, it took power to blackmail Franz Bauman and he has plenty more where that came from. We would be in big trouble if he became… upset with us"
"I'll bet" Sydney slammed her book closed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms "Fine, when do we leave?'
Sark checked his watch "20 minutes"
Sydney's eyes went wide "But I.. I'll…"
"Anything and everything that you might need will be found in Paris, however you might want to change into something warmer. It can be quite cold in the air" he looked pointedly at Sydney's tank top and shorts.
She blushed, "I'll be ready"
"Good, I'll come and get you twenty minutes from now then" Sark left. She came up with some very creative curses for how he made her feel. Damn you Sark, I hope you choke and die on your 'Chateau Petreuse'. Living with him was not going to be easy.
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"Reservations for Delacoeur?" Sark asked the receptionist, they had just arrived at the best hotel in Paris, Hotel Infini, or Hotel Infinity.
The receptionist looked up and gasped audibly "Certainly sir" she started typing away at her terminal and batted her lashes at him while she waited for the results.
Slut Sydney thought and then caught herself Where did that come from?. She saw Sark giving the receptionist a charming smile in return. Unbelievable, we're supposed to be 'reliving our honeymoon' and he's flirting with the damned receptionist!
She moved forward fluidly and lightly rested her hand on her 'husband's', it was the unmistakable gesture of possession. The wattage in the receptionist's smile dropped slightly, Sark raised an eyebrow at her. She just smiled at him Of course, it does help that his shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and his smooth chest is showing slightly… I am not going there!
"Yes, here it is. Honeymoon suite for the newlyweds" This time her smile was slightly accusing as if to say 'how could you lead me on like that?'
"No, no" Sark said with his French accent "Not newlyweds, but it feels like it doesn't it cherie?" he smiled down at Sydney.
"Yes, it does dear" she realized that the receptionist was watching them expectantly and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him chastely on the lips. He hadn't expected it, but his tongue slipped into her mouth. Her own met his and it became a war, tongues battling, neither willing to pull away.
They parted two minutes later only when the receptionist cleared her throat. She smiled tightly and handed the key over to Sydney "Appréciez votre sejour" (enjoy your stay).
"Merci beaucoup" Sydney took the key and headed towards the elevator, sunnily beaming no matter how hard she tried to turn off her bright mood. She heard the receptionist mutter something under her breath "Montrez-au loin" (show off) Sydney's smile became wider.
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Sydney entered the large room and stopped to admire it. It gave a whole new meaning to the term space, it was positively humungous by hotel standards. In reality of course, it wasn't that large but Sydney knew some people who had apartments that would fit in there. As soon as one entered, to their right was a round table already set with china and silver, fake but beautiful flowers sat on a vase placed right in the center of the red table cloth. There were even two candles in brass stands, waiting to be lit. Next to it was a counter that had an in-built stove and oven below it, there were cabinets and a mini-fridge. Sark went to it and looked inside "Wine and others" he commented and checked the labels.
Further on in the room was a large queen size bed, it was a four poster bed with veils that could be pulled down. It faced a large screen TV, there was a full system there Sydney noticed; VCD player, DVD player, music system with surround sound speakers placed at various points in the room, VCR. A long red couch stood against the wall, next to the bed. There were also two bright red beanbags and a loveseat. French windows (ironic) were at the far side of the room, opening up onto a gorgeous stone balcony. Sydney rushed outside, she felt like a star struck kid, there was a Jacuzzi outside and a soft red divan to relax on. The balcony provided a breathtaking view of Paris, dusk was just setting in and the lights on the Eiffel Tower were coming on. Sydney paused to admire it before going back in.
On the same wall as the TV was a white door leading to the bathroom, Sydney opened it and walked inside. It was amazing. There was a large bathtub that seemed to double as a Jacuzzi to relax in, a large sink with space on the counter to keep toiletries, a clean commode and a shower. There was also a cabinet stocked with towels and the like, the entire room was done in white with peach trimmings. The towels, fluffy rug and alternate tiles were all peach. Sydney closed the door and stepped back into the room where Sark was relaxing on the couch.
"This room must cost a fortune" she said, awed.
He looked at her wryly "It does, but I told that man that I gave my wife the best"
Double meaning, double meaning! The warning flashed in her mind.
"Right" she tossed her jacket to the floor and hopped onto the bed, it gently bounced under her. She rested her head against what felt like the best quality down pillows ever made and closed her eyes "I could get used to this" she heard no comment from Sark and opened her eyes to look at him.
"Must I remind you of why we're here?" he asked coldly.
She sighed bitterly "No thank you. I already know" she got off the bed and sunk down on the floor resting her back against the bed, she put her head in her hands. "There's never any end to this madness is there?" she asked softly.
"Here" she looked up and found a bottle of vodka hovering in front of her face. She grabbed it and took a swing. As a consequence she almost choked, the toxin was strong burning as it traveled down her throat into her belly. Sark smirked.
Sydney sighed "Here I am again, this is the second time that I'm in the most romantic city in the world with the most sadistic, blood-thirsty man that ever existed"
He grabbed two glasses and sat down beside her, he handed her one of the shot glasses. She filled both of them and they clinked glasses "Cheers"
A little while and a lot of drinks later
"You can't be serious! You can sing?" Sydney's face was slightly pink.
"I'm dead serious, I used to take voice lessons in boarding school. I had my own personal coach"
"Well then you must sing for me sometime" Sydney purred. They were still sitting on the floor next to the bed, they had graduated from vodka to tequila. It had long since grown dark outside.
"Sure love, any time" Sydney sighed, it was like a balloon releasing air.
"Pity I missed out on everything"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You know the whole two year stint, I lost Vaughn" she sighed "and Francie" another sigh "and Will"
"That's bad, I hear your working with the new Mrs. Vaughn"
"Yes, it is and I am"
"I was pretty jealous myself when I found out Allison fancied Tippen"
"Yeah, he has that effect on people, I was pretty jealous when I found out that Francie and Will had started a relationship. I was happy and everything, but still" she looked down and a tear slid down her cheek "Then she died, I fought the woman that looked like my best friend. I lost my memory, I lost Vaughn" she burst into tears.
Sark lifted her chin with his finger "Now, now. None of that. Michael Vaughn was just a little boy who was never good enough for you"
"But I still love him" she protested, the tears still streaming down her face "He's had two years to get over everything, to me I broke up with the love of my life two weeks ago!"
Something in Sark's eyes sharpened, he sobered up for an instant "You really don't remember do you?" he asked softly.
She shook away her tears and looked at him, eyes still wet "What is that supposed to mean?"
He sighed "I wasn't in constant custody Sydney, I got pulled out for some time to work undercover for the CIA"
"What?" she gasped "How? Why didn't my father tell me?"
"He was locked up"
"Everyone else?"
"It was a top secret operation. They sent me to work for the Covenant. I was taken in, I met a woman by the name of Julia Thorne" he looked at her "You, Sydney, except you had no memory of a Sydney Bristow. You firmly believed that you were born to Russian parents in the motherland, normal upbringing in Moscow… We were sent on a mission together to receive some data, I tried probing but you wouldn't answer my questions. That operation was the last I saw of you"
Sydney's eyes were wide and her mouth slightly ajar "You jerk!" she shrieked and hit him on his chest "Why didn't you tell me before? Why?" she continued to attack him, Sark caught both her hands in his.
"Because I wasn't sure how you'd react when I told you that you killed twenty men"
She calmed down "Twenty men, you mean altogether? Was I defending myself? What?"
Sark shook his head "Twenty on that operation, they were guards. It could've been avoided but you lobbed several grenades and blew them to smithereens. You were bloodthirsty Syd"
She was shocked, she looked away his gaze was hurting her too much. She tried to pull her hands away but he held fast. "Sydney look at me" he commanded.
"I killed twenty men" she was dizzy.
"That was not you" he cupped his face in her hand "That was not you" She continued to stare at him. They were both painfully aware of how close together they were, her thigh rested on top of his and his face was mere inches from hers. They're faces inched imperceptibly closer until his lips claimed hers. She kissed down his neck and traced his collarbone with her fingers. He pulled her back up and they kissed again, it became more urgent then the clothes started going. They both gave themselves up to the torrent of emotions and seductive calls of temptation.