Barely Breathing
Do Not
© 2002
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: basic stuff
Pairing: V/S
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
-Sydney's POV-
I am shocked at first. It isn't like Vaughn to be so bold or so reckless. But his kiss is intoxicating. His lips are soft and smooth against my own. I respond fervently. The warm wetness of his mouth elicits a low moan from me. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know this is wrong. But wrong has never felt so right.
His fingers dig into my hair, pressing my head closer to him. He licks the seam of my lips with his tongue, and I open my mouth to him. Unbearable heat shoots through me like fire. My mind is numb and my knees feel weak. This is the mind-numbing, knee-weakening kind of kiss I've only read about.
The kiss is good because we both know it's dangerous and it's wrong. Yet neither of us can deny the sexual tension that's been in the air the past few months, so thick I could probably cut it with a knife. But this kiss changes everything. Everything. From this point on, there is no turning back. We can't undo what is happening right now, we can't forget about it. Well, at least I can't.
My head is spinning. I don't know how long we have been kissing, nor do I care. I don't want this wonderful, delicious vortex of sensations to ever end.
But it has to. I haven't been kissed like this since Danny. And thinking of Danny makes me feel instantly guilty. Guilty because I know I shouldn't be this reckless. Guilty because he's dead, and I'm not. Guilty because I know better than to do this, even if Vaughn does not. Reality comes crashing down.
I push Vaughn away from me with more force than I intend. He stumbles backward, confusing written on his face.
--
-Vaughn's POV-
The force of her push sends me flying backward. I stare back up at her, uncomprehending. A moment ago, I'd held Sydney Bristow in my arms. A moment ago, we were kissing madly like lovers, or fools, depending how you look at it. A moment ago, everything was great. But that moment is over.
She's back on the other side of the room, away from me. My breath comes in quick, raspy gasps. I'm barely breathing, and struggling for air. My whole mouth feels used, but in a really good way. Her lips are swollen, and her hair is a mess. I remotely remember digging my fingers through it. She refuses to look me in the eye.
I want to say something. I want to scream, I love you! But I don't. Because I know that's not what she wants to hear right now. Because I won't let myself believe or hope that's what she wants to hear, ever. The kiss was wrong. It was so unbelievably wrong. I could be fired or, worse, reassigned.
I remind myself I'm her handler. And handlers do not kiss their agents. Not on the lips. Not with tongue. Handlers do not lose control. Not like this. Not ever. Handlers do not mix business with pleasure. Not in situations like these. Handlers are not reckless. Not when there are lives on the line. Handlers do not act on impulse.
But then again, handlers are not in love with their agents.
And that's what I am: in love. I am in love with my agent. I am in love with Sydney Bristow. And what I just did could potentially get us both killed. I need to get back on track. Pretend like nothing happened. Well, nothing big anyway.
A little voice in the back of my head rejoices at the fact she kissed me back. I tell it to shut up.
--
-Sydney's POV-
He's looking at me right now, a determined expression on his face. His eyes are back to their normal clear green color now. A second ago, they were a dark green-gold with…what? Lust? Love? I think it was lust. Or so I'd like myself to believe. Lust I can deal with. Love, I cannot. Not now, anyway.
"Look," I say with a sigh, "what just happened was wrong. A mistake. I don't know what came over me, but it shouldn't ever happen again. Let's just say we both had a temporary lapse in judgment and leave it at that, okay?"
I can't even look him in the eye anymore. Not without picturing his lips all over mine. God, this is so screwed up.
He doesn't speak for a minute. When he does, I am shocked at the coldness of his voice. "Right, a temporary lapse in judgment," he repeats in a soft voice. Then he looks at me with a bitter smile on his face. His eyes are empty.
--
-Vaughn's POV-
She turns and leaves. Just like that. She doesn't know how much her words stung me. I know, I know. I'm a total hypocrite. I mean, I was just about to tell her the same thing. But somehow, coming from her, it's different. Coming from me, I could at least pretend to believe it was nothing. Coming from her…I had to believe her words were true. The kiss meant nothing. It should mean nothing. And she was ready to dismiss it as such. I know I'm in love with her. But what if she doesn't feel the same way towards me? What if she thinks it's just lust? Or stress?
Frustrated, I kick the nearest thing. The crate goes flying across the floor, hitting the cage with a loud crash. I won't see her again until she gets back on Thursday. And for some reason, I get the distinct feeling I just screwed everything up.
It's back to lusty looks between these two. Even though they both realize their feelings, there's still a long ways to go. The number of reviews I get is inversely proportional to the time it takes me to update (hint, hint).
-V
Do Not
© 2002
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: basic stuff
Pairing: V/S
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
-Sydney's POV-
I am shocked at first. It isn't like Vaughn to be so bold or so reckless. But his kiss is intoxicating. His lips are soft and smooth against my own. I respond fervently. The warm wetness of his mouth elicits a low moan from me. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know this is wrong. But wrong has never felt so right.
His fingers dig into my hair, pressing my head closer to him. He licks the seam of my lips with his tongue, and I open my mouth to him. Unbearable heat shoots through me like fire. My mind is numb and my knees feel weak. This is the mind-numbing, knee-weakening kind of kiss I've only read about.
The kiss is good because we both know it's dangerous and it's wrong. Yet neither of us can deny the sexual tension that's been in the air the past few months, so thick I could probably cut it with a knife. But this kiss changes everything. Everything. From this point on, there is no turning back. We can't undo what is happening right now, we can't forget about it. Well, at least I can't.
My head is spinning. I don't know how long we have been kissing, nor do I care. I don't want this wonderful, delicious vortex of sensations to ever end.
But it has to. I haven't been kissed like this since Danny. And thinking of Danny makes me feel instantly guilty. Guilty because I know I shouldn't be this reckless. Guilty because he's dead, and I'm not. Guilty because I know better than to do this, even if Vaughn does not. Reality comes crashing down.
I push Vaughn away from me with more force than I intend. He stumbles backward, confusing written on his face.
--
-Vaughn's POV-
The force of her push sends me flying backward. I stare back up at her, uncomprehending. A moment ago, I'd held Sydney Bristow in my arms. A moment ago, we were kissing madly like lovers, or fools, depending how you look at it. A moment ago, everything was great. But that moment is over.
She's back on the other side of the room, away from me. My breath comes in quick, raspy gasps. I'm barely breathing, and struggling for air. My whole mouth feels used, but in a really good way. Her lips are swollen, and her hair is a mess. I remotely remember digging my fingers through it. She refuses to look me in the eye.
I want to say something. I want to scream, I love you! But I don't. Because I know that's not what she wants to hear right now. Because I won't let myself believe or hope that's what she wants to hear, ever. The kiss was wrong. It was so unbelievably wrong. I could be fired or, worse, reassigned.
I remind myself I'm her handler. And handlers do not kiss their agents. Not on the lips. Not with tongue. Handlers do not lose control. Not like this. Not ever. Handlers do not mix business with pleasure. Not in situations like these. Handlers are not reckless. Not when there are lives on the line. Handlers do not act on impulse.
But then again, handlers are not in love with their agents.
And that's what I am: in love. I am in love with my agent. I am in love with Sydney Bristow. And what I just did could potentially get us both killed. I need to get back on track. Pretend like nothing happened. Well, nothing big anyway.
A little voice in the back of my head rejoices at the fact she kissed me back. I tell it to shut up.
--
-Sydney's POV-
He's looking at me right now, a determined expression on his face. His eyes are back to their normal clear green color now. A second ago, they were a dark green-gold with…what? Lust? Love? I think it was lust. Or so I'd like myself to believe. Lust I can deal with. Love, I cannot. Not now, anyway.
"Look," I say with a sigh, "what just happened was wrong. A mistake. I don't know what came over me, but it shouldn't ever happen again. Let's just say we both had a temporary lapse in judgment and leave it at that, okay?"
I can't even look him in the eye anymore. Not without picturing his lips all over mine. God, this is so screwed up.
He doesn't speak for a minute. When he does, I am shocked at the coldness of his voice. "Right, a temporary lapse in judgment," he repeats in a soft voice. Then he looks at me with a bitter smile on his face. His eyes are empty.
--
-Vaughn's POV-
She turns and leaves. Just like that. She doesn't know how much her words stung me. I know, I know. I'm a total hypocrite. I mean, I was just about to tell her the same thing. But somehow, coming from her, it's different. Coming from me, I could at least pretend to believe it was nothing. Coming from her…I had to believe her words were true. The kiss meant nothing. It should mean nothing. And she was ready to dismiss it as such. I know I'm in love with her. But what if she doesn't feel the same way towards me? What if she thinks it's just lust? Or stress?
Frustrated, I kick the nearest thing. The crate goes flying across the floor, hitting the cage with a loud crash. I won't see her again until she gets back on Thursday. And for some reason, I get the distinct feeling I just screwed everything up.
It's back to lusty looks between these two. Even though they both realize their feelings, there's still a long ways to go. The number of reviews I get is inversely proportional to the time it takes me to update (hint, hint).
-V
