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Author's Note: Okie Dokie, this chapter is taking place after Weiss calls Syd up and does the Snip and Snap Salon thing. She has all ready arrived at the warehouse, but she hasn't gone inside yet. So on with the story . . .
Chapter 6 - Bam!
'The warehouse is dark . . . there aren't any lights on . . .' Sydney tried searching for a light switch. 'Where the hell is Weiss? And where in the hell is a light switch?' She found a wall, and slowly glided her hands against the surface. She bumped into something causing her to fall down on to the ground.
Weiss flipped the light switch on. He looked down and saw Sydney on the floor. "Sydney, are you all right?" 'So that's what hit me . . .' He helped her up by grabbing a hold of her hand.
'Wow, he has a big hand, very masculine.' Sydney shook her head, "I'm fine. I was looking for a light switch." She looked up and saw the light switch, "And I was getting close until I bumped into you."
"I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up in traffic." He put his hand on her back and motioned for her to sit on one of the crates.
Sydney looked at him as he placed his seat in front of hers. He could feel her eyes on him and offered her a smile. 'I love it when you do that.' Sydney's eyes widened as she listened to her thoughts. 'What?' "It's okay, don't worry about it. So . . . about my assignment?"
"Yeah, your assignment . . ." He showed an embarrassed look, "You get to have a longer vacation after all. We just received reports from your father that Jones isn't going to leave until two more days."
"Oh . . ." 'Well, what else can you say to him, Syd? You don't want to leave just yet!' She smiled at him causing blood to flow to his cheeks. "Well, I know this is out of the blue, but . . ."
"But?" He tried encouraging her to continue.
"But . . . would you like to have dinner?" 'What the hell? Did you just say that? Did you just say that out loud?' She looked up at him and noticed the smile on his face.
"Ummm . . . what? I mean . . . what?" He was confused by her question, though he enjoyed hearing such words from her, but still confused.
"Well . . . " She started choking on her words, "You told me that you don't know how to cook, and I don't have anything to do, so I figured that I would teach you."
He smiled at what she said. "Sure, I would love it. I always enjoy learning something new every day." Weiss watched as she laughed and noticed those beautiful dimples appear. "So . . . you want me to drive?"
"Sure," she replied.
Weiss fumbled with the keys trying to find the right one. Sydney laughed at him. He turned around, "Are you laughing at me?"
Sydney tried to look serious, "Of course not."
He smiled at her, causing her knees to lose control once more. Finally, after finding the right key, he opened the door to his apartment. It was decorated with a great deal of masculinity, but was still pleasing to look at. Weiss showed her where the kitchen was.
"So this is where I don't spend most of my time." He watched Sydney as she laughed at his statement. "Well . . . where do we start?"
Sydney walked over to the refrigerator and took out some lettuce. "First, I'll show you how to make a salad, a good one. It's really easy so I'll let you do most of it."
"Oh, I feel so honored." He laughed and took the lettuce from her hands, causing their fingers to entangle for a moment. They stopped and looked at each other while their hands were still touching.
"Umm . . ." Sydney used all of her strength to break away. "If I remember correctly, you bought some trout right?"
"I think so, I was basically just picking out stuff that you were buying." She laughed again. 'God, she has an amazing laugh.' "It's in the crisper down in the bottom," he said while pointing at the crisper.
Sydney bent down to search for the trout. Weiss tilted his head a little while admiring the view. He then caught himself and turned away, blushing more than he has ever done before.
She turned around noticing that his cheeks were red, "I found it." 'Is he blushing?' She walked over to the side of him and looked up at his beautiful brown eyes. "We're going to make stuffed trout. I learned how to do it on Emeril."
He gave her a confused look, "Isn't he a cooking guy?"
She laughed at him, "Yes. Francie was watching his show one night and I walked in and saw what he was cooking. It looked good so I tried it out. It's delicious! Trust me."
"Of course." He began to take the lettuce out of its plastic bag. "So, what do I do? Cut it up?"
"No!" Sydney reached over to the sink to turn on the water. "It's better to wash it, drain it, and then tear it."
"Okay . . ." Weiss held the lettuce under the water. He then shook it a little, causing water to drop on Sydney. "I'm sorry . . ."
Sydney was laughing at his attempt to drain the lettuce. "It's all right."
'Wow, I've never seen her so happy.' Weiss turned his attention back to the lettuce and started tearing up little pieces.
After an hour the food was ready. Sydney set up plates and silverware on the dining room table. Weiss took the fish out of the oven, bumping into Sydney as he was backing up. "Sorry . . ."
Sydney put her hand on his back, "Don't worry about it."
Together, they dished out the fish and put it on a nice serving platter. Weiss' salad looked very appealing to the eyes. Everything was perfect. "I knew I would have to use all this serving stuff one day."
Sydney turned and smiled at him, "Oh are you a virgin host?"
"How did you know," he replied in a joking manner. He watched as Sydney laughed once more. Trying hard to focus on something else, he grabbed the fish and carried it into the dining room. His mouth dropped when he saw how beautiful the table looked. While Sydney was busy getting things ready on the table, he was adding stuff to the salad and watching the oven. 'Wow,' he thought. 'But, it's missing something from being perfect.'
"Do you have any wine?" Sydney walked into the room.
'Now, it's perfect,' he thought when she walked into the room. Weiss sat the platter down. "I'll get it. Do you like red wine?"
"Yeah," she said while sitting down in one of the chairs that was closest to where Weiss would be sitting. Sydney looked over at Weiss, watching him open up the bottle of wine and pouring it into her glass. 'We need something to make this just right.'
"What are you doing?" He was watching Sydney out of the corner of his eye. She turned off the lights, and came back in and lit the candles that were placed in the middle of the table. Weiss looked at her with amazement.
"There, now this is one perfect dinner," she said while smiling and blushing at the same time. 'Stop blushing, Syd! Stop it!' Weiss stared at her, making her feel really . . . warm. 'Oh God!'
"The fish was wonderful. I guess Emeril really knows his stuff." Weiss turned the water on and started filling the sink with water.
Sydney grabbed some plates and started loading them into the sink. "Here let me help."
"No, you've all ready done enough. You cooked and so I will do the dishes." He tried brushing her away, but failed miserably.
"Yeah, but you also made the salad." She offered him a teasing smile. "Here let me . . ." As he washed the dishes, she rinsed them and dried them. "There is that better?"
"I guess it will do," he surrendered.
Sydney felt Weiss moving closer to her. She tried not to blush, or giggle like a teenager on a date for the very first time. Unfortunately, she didn't succeed; a little giggle escaped her lips. Weiss glanced at her, becoming amused with her adolescent behavior. Seeing that she liked him closer, he continued to close the gap between them.
Sydney looked up at Weiss, him returning the gesture. 'I can't do this . . . but, I want to . . .' She put her hand around his neck and drew him into a long passionate kiss.
Weiss pulled back with all the strength he had left. 'This is wrong . . . so wrong.' He looked into her eyes. Worry took over those beautiful brown eyes, and it tore him apart. "Syd, we . . ."
Sydney's eyes widened when he heard him call her Syd. 'Only people close to me call me Syd.'
"I want to . . . but . . ." He tried to look away from her hoping that it would be easier to turn her down. She wouldn't let him. She put her hand on his cheek, forcing him to face her. "It's against protocol."
Sydney tilted her head down. 'He's right. It is wrong . . . but how can this feel so right, though?' She redirected her attention at him, "I know . . . but . . ."
Weiss could tell that she was choking on her words. He wanted to do this. Every fiber in his body was screaming out to him to hold her. Having her in his arms would be a dream come true.
"We can't do this." She removed her hand from his cheek. Slowly, she turned around and grabbed her purse that was sitting on the bar.
Weiss watched as she started leaving, her figure disappearing from his sight. 'Eric, go after her! You stupid idiot!' He couldn't take it anymore, he ran after her. She was almost out the door, when all of a sudden he grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside and closing the door at the same time. 'God, she's beautiful.' He smiled at her, "Screw protocol."
When those words were spoken, Sydney smiled. She soon felt his lips brushing up against hers. Her eyelids fell as she brought him closer for a tighter embrace.
To be continued . . .
Author's Note: Boy am I going to piss a lot of fans off in the next chapter . . . hehehe. Chapter 7 will be added shortly!
FEEDBACK: Post all of your hearts out! It doesn't matter if its good or bad!
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: Okie Dokie, this chapter is taking place after Weiss calls Syd up and does the Snip and Snap Salon thing. She has all ready arrived at the warehouse, but she hasn't gone inside yet. So on with the story . . .
Chapter 6 - Bam!
'The warehouse is dark . . . there aren't any lights on . . .' Sydney tried searching for a light switch. 'Where the hell is Weiss? And where in the hell is a light switch?' She found a wall, and slowly glided her hands against the surface. She bumped into something causing her to fall down on to the ground.
Weiss flipped the light switch on. He looked down and saw Sydney on the floor. "Sydney, are you all right?" 'So that's what hit me . . .' He helped her up by grabbing a hold of her hand.
'Wow, he has a big hand, very masculine.' Sydney shook her head, "I'm fine. I was looking for a light switch." She looked up and saw the light switch, "And I was getting close until I bumped into you."
"I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up in traffic." He put his hand on her back and motioned for her to sit on one of the crates.
Sydney looked at him as he placed his seat in front of hers. He could feel her eyes on him and offered her a smile. 'I love it when you do that.' Sydney's eyes widened as she listened to her thoughts. 'What?' "It's okay, don't worry about it. So . . . about my assignment?"
"Yeah, your assignment . . ." He showed an embarrassed look, "You get to have a longer vacation after all. We just received reports from your father that Jones isn't going to leave until two more days."
"Oh . . ." 'Well, what else can you say to him, Syd? You don't want to leave just yet!' She smiled at him causing blood to flow to his cheeks. "Well, I know this is out of the blue, but . . ."
"But?" He tried encouraging her to continue.
"But . . . would you like to have dinner?" 'What the hell? Did you just say that? Did you just say that out loud?' She looked up at him and noticed the smile on his face.
"Ummm . . . what? I mean . . . what?" He was confused by her question, though he enjoyed hearing such words from her, but still confused.
"Well . . . " She started choking on her words, "You told me that you don't know how to cook, and I don't have anything to do, so I figured that I would teach you."
He smiled at what she said. "Sure, I would love it. I always enjoy learning something new every day." Weiss watched as she laughed and noticed those beautiful dimples appear. "So . . . you want me to drive?"
"Sure," she replied.
Weiss fumbled with the keys trying to find the right one. Sydney laughed at him. He turned around, "Are you laughing at me?"
Sydney tried to look serious, "Of course not."
He smiled at her, causing her knees to lose control once more. Finally, after finding the right key, he opened the door to his apartment. It was decorated with a great deal of masculinity, but was still pleasing to look at. Weiss showed her where the kitchen was.
"So this is where I don't spend most of my time." He watched Sydney as she laughed at his statement. "Well . . . where do we start?"
Sydney walked over to the refrigerator and took out some lettuce. "First, I'll show you how to make a salad, a good one. It's really easy so I'll let you do most of it."
"Oh, I feel so honored." He laughed and took the lettuce from her hands, causing their fingers to entangle for a moment. They stopped and looked at each other while their hands were still touching.
"Umm . . ." Sydney used all of her strength to break away. "If I remember correctly, you bought some trout right?"
"I think so, I was basically just picking out stuff that you were buying." She laughed again. 'God, she has an amazing laugh.' "It's in the crisper down in the bottom," he said while pointing at the crisper.
Sydney bent down to search for the trout. Weiss tilted his head a little while admiring the view. He then caught himself and turned away, blushing more than he has ever done before.
She turned around noticing that his cheeks were red, "I found it." 'Is he blushing?' She walked over to the side of him and looked up at his beautiful brown eyes. "We're going to make stuffed trout. I learned how to do it on Emeril."
He gave her a confused look, "Isn't he a cooking guy?"
She laughed at him, "Yes. Francie was watching his show one night and I walked in and saw what he was cooking. It looked good so I tried it out. It's delicious! Trust me."
"Of course." He began to take the lettuce out of its plastic bag. "So, what do I do? Cut it up?"
"No!" Sydney reached over to the sink to turn on the water. "It's better to wash it, drain it, and then tear it."
"Okay . . ." Weiss held the lettuce under the water. He then shook it a little, causing water to drop on Sydney. "I'm sorry . . ."
Sydney was laughing at his attempt to drain the lettuce. "It's all right."
'Wow, I've never seen her so happy.' Weiss turned his attention back to the lettuce and started tearing up little pieces.
After an hour the food was ready. Sydney set up plates and silverware on the dining room table. Weiss took the fish out of the oven, bumping into Sydney as he was backing up. "Sorry . . ."
Sydney put her hand on his back, "Don't worry about it."
Together, they dished out the fish and put it on a nice serving platter. Weiss' salad looked very appealing to the eyes. Everything was perfect. "I knew I would have to use all this serving stuff one day."
Sydney turned and smiled at him, "Oh are you a virgin host?"
"How did you know," he replied in a joking manner. He watched as Sydney laughed once more. Trying hard to focus on something else, he grabbed the fish and carried it into the dining room. His mouth dropped when he saw how beautiful the table looked. While Sydney was busy getting things ready on the table, he was adding stuff to the salad and watching the oven. 'Wow,' he thought. 'But, it's missing something from being perfect.'
"Do you have any wine?" Sydney walked into the room.
'Now, it's perfect,' he thought when she walked into the room. Weiss sat the platter down. "I'll get it. Do you like red wine?"
"Yeah," she said while sitting down in one of the chairs that was closest to where Weiss would be sitting. Sydney looked over at Weiss, watching him open up the bottle of wine and pouring it into her glass. 'We need something to make this just right.'
"What are you doing?" He was watching Sydney out of the corner of his eye. She turned off the lights, and came back in and lit the candles that were placed in the middle of the table. Weiss looked at her with amazement.
"There, now this is one perfect dinner," she said while smiling and blushing at the same time. 'Stop blushing, Syd! Stop it!' Weiss stared at her, making her feel really . . . warm. 'Oh God!'
"The fish was wonderful. I guess Emeril really knows his stuff." Weiss turned the water on and started filling the sink with water.
Sydney grabbed some plates and started loading them into the sink. "Here let me help."
"No, you've all ready done enough. You cooked and so I will do the dishes." He tried brushing her away, but failed miserably.
"Yeah, but you also made the salad." She offered him a teasing smile. "Here let me . . ." As he washed the dishes, she rinsed them and dried them. "There is that better?"
"I guess it will do," he surrendered.
Sydney felt Weiss moving closer to her. She tried not to blush, or giggle like a teenager on a date for the very first time. Unfortunately, she didn't succeed; a little giggle escaped her lips. Weiss glanced at her, becoming amused with her adolescent behavior. Seeing that she liked him closer, he continued to close the gap between them.
Sydney looked up at Weiss, him returning the gesture. 'I can't do this . . . but, I want to . . .' She put her hand around his neck and drew him into a long passionate kiss.
Weiss pulled back with all the strength he had left. 'This is wrong . . . so wrong.' He looked into her eyes. Worry took over those beautiful brown eyes, and it tore him apart. "Syd, we . . ."
Sydney's eyes widened when he heard him call her Syd. 'Only people close to me call me Syd.'
"I want to . . . but . . ." He tried to look away from her hoping that it would be easier to turn her down. She wouldn't let him. She put her hand on his cheek, forcing him to face her. "It's against protocol."
Sydney tilted her head down. 'He's right. It is wrong . . . but how can this feel so right, though?' She redirected her attention at him, "I know . . . but . . ."
Weiss could tell that she was choking on her words. He wanted to do this. Every fiber in his body was screaming out to him to hold her. Having her in his arms would be a dream come true.
"We can't do this." She removed her hand from his cheek. Slowly, she turned around and grabbed her purse that was sitting on the bar.
Weiss watched as she started leaving, her figure disappearing from his sight. 'Eric, go after her! You stupid idiot!' He couldn't take it anymore, he ran after her. She was almost out the door, when all of a sudden he grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside and closing the door at the same time. 'God, she's beautiful.' He smiled at her, "Screw protocol."
When those words were spoken, Sydney smiled. She soon felt his lips brushing up against hers. Her eyelids fell as she brought him closer for a tighter embrace.
To be continued . . .
Author's Note: Boy am I going to piss a lot of fans off in the next chapter . . . hehehe. Chapter 7 will be added shortly!