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Chapter 2 of Vaughn and Sydney Lament by DarkAngelsSage
Romance. What's that? It seems I'll never experience that thing again.
Something I want to share with him, but I know I can't. How do I know if he even
feels the same about me?
I don't care if he feels the same...yes I do. And I can't tell him how I feel.
I can't call him up and talk like old friends. Hell, I can't even call him without
"Joey's Pizza" and, "Sorry, wrong number" being the only things said.
I can't take him into my arms and kiss him senseless.
His voice is always perfect for the situation. Whether he needs to be
understanding, concerned, or stern, he never disappoints. Maybe that's one of
the reasons I fell so hard for him
He's so strong. A pillar of strength whenever I need him. I wonder if he ever
needs to be comforted?
He's been through so many things in his life. He probably regrets becoming my
handler...I'll put gray hairs on his head before his time.
I wish I knew how he feels about me; if he loves me as much as I love him. I
can't stand sitting on those stupid crates pretending to pay attention to the
mission when all I want to do is hold him, running my hands through his hair.
Even just walking with him in public, or the freedom to love him with my entire
being...
I wish he knew how much he hurts me when he turns away...
Every single time I see him, it opens a fresh wound. And every single time I see
him, he's even more gorgeous, if that's possible.
I can feel him distancing himself, and I hate that I'm the reason for that. I hate
that I can't look him full in the eye without the fear that I will fall in and never be
able to swim my way back out...and not wanting to.
I know he doesn't like sending me on new missions; he doesn't want to see me
hurt. I try to hide the bruises and cuts when I come back for my de-briefing, but
he always knows how to get the whole story out.
I hate it that I love him so much I can't lie about what happens while I'm gone...
In some ways I wish we had never met. At least then I would have no idea of
what I'm missing. Better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at
all...how about loving but not being able to act on it?
If SD-6 is ever taken down, in 10 years for all I we know, how can I be sure he'll
still be there, waiting for me? Was he ever there?
I need him. I need him next to me, his scent mixing with my own, when I wake up
in the morning. I need his boxers to lounge around in and his hair all over the
sink after he shaves.
I can't deny my feelings anymore. I love Vaughn. I don't know how to tell him, or
even if I should. I just wish I knew if he felt the same way...
Author Notes: Ask if you want to use my story/stories somewhere else! :) r/r
Chapter 2 of Vaughn and Sydney Lament by DarkAngelsSage
Romance. What's that? It seems I'll never experience that thing again.
Something I want to share with him, but I know I can't. How do I know if he even
feels the same about me?
I don't care if he feels the same...yes I do. And I can't tell him how I feel.
I can't call him up and talk like old friends. Hell, I can't even call him without
"Joey's Pizza" and, "Sorry, wrong number" being the only things said.
I can't take him into my arms and kiss him senseless.
His voice is always perfect for the situation. Whether he needs to be
understanding, concerned, or stern, he never disappoints. Maybe that's one of
the reasons I fell so hard for him
He's so strong. A pillar of strength whenever I need him. I wonder if he ever
needs to be comforted?
He's been through so many things in his life. He probably regrets becoming my
handler...I'll put gray hairs on his head before his time.
I wish I knew how he feels about me; if he loves me as much as I love him. I
can't stand sitting on those stupid crates pretending to pay attention to the
mission when all I want to do is hold him, running my hands through his hair.
Even just walking with him in public, or the freedom to love him with my entire
being...
I wish he knew how much he hurts me when he turns away...
Every single time I see him, it opens a fresh wound. And every single time I see
him, he's even more gorgeous, if that's possible.
I can feel him distancing himself, and I hate that I'm the reason for that. I hate
that I can't look him full in the eye without the fear that I will fall in and never be
able to swim my way back out...and not wanting to.
I know he doesn't like sending me on new missions; he doesn't want to see me
hurt. I try to hide the bruises and cuts when I come back for my de-briefing, but
he always knows how to get the whole story out.
I hate it that I love him so much I can't lie about what happens while I'm gone...
In some ways I wish we had never met. At least then I would have no idea of
what I'm missing. Better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at
all...how about loving but not being able to act on it?
If SD-6 is ever taken down, in 10 years for all I we know, how can I be sure he'll
still be there, waiting for me? Was he ever there?
I need him. I need him next to me, his scent mixing with my own, when I wake up
in the morning. I need his boxers to lounge around in and his hair all over the
sink after he shaves.
I can't deny my feelings anymore. I love Vaughn. I don't know how to tell him, or
even if I should. I just wish I knew if he felt the same way...