Quick note: I decided to not go with the Twister game after all, because.
well I lost my focus on where I wanted to go, and when I figured out how I
wanted the story to progress. I just didn't see how I could successfully do
a game of Twister without having you all laugh at the bad-cornyness of it.
Sorry if I'm disappointing some of you, but hopefully this chapter will do
this fic some justice. ok, so that wasn't such a quick note after all.
KHBAJN: Yes, I am naturally hard on myself, you should see me in school when I get a C on a test! Hehe
VaughnsAngel: Aww, thanks so much, I'm glad you like this fic that much, it means a lot to me!! ****************
The following days were a blur to both Sydney and Vaughn. They went about the day acting as most best friends do, watching movies, comparing screwed up childhoods, and then there was Sydney's stories of Vaughn's life, parts of his life he still hadn't remembered. Sydney had called into work a few times to catch up on what was going on. Piece by piece Vaughn was remembering more and more. Yet the more he got to know Sydney the more he knew he was completely smitten with her, and vice versa. For Sydney, spending all this time with Vaughn was like getting to know a different side of him. With a complete recovery in sight for him, she felt so comfortable and loved when she was with him.
More than a few times they had come inches apart from kissing, but each time Sydney remained control of herself. Apologizing, she always quickly escaped the scene. But when she was alone with her thoughts, she knew that it was only a matter of time before she caved and let down her defenses. As the days dwindled to a closing point, so did her inner brick wall.
Tonight would be their last night together. Tomorrow the two weeks would be up, Sydney would go back to her chains and irons that awaited her at SD-6 and Vaughn's mother would be flying in to take care of him until he completely recovered.
Sydney dolled herself up and dressed in one of her favorite little red numbers. She didn't know, but if anything were to unintentionally happen tonight, she at least wanted to look nice instead of like a couch potato.
"Wow. you look.I mean, wow. I do believe that 'you look great' is far below an understatement. You look spectacular." Sydney's face crushed to a crimson red at Michael Vaughn's stuttered compliment. "I'm feeling really under-dressed tonight. Did I miss the memo?" He checked himself out in his blue jeans and an old college tee shirt.
She laughed nervously, thinking that maybe it was a stupid idea to get so dressed up for no reason. 'But there is a reason Sydney, this is your last night, your last chance.' She mentally kicked herself for admitting that she wanted something more to come from these two weeks. "No, no reason. I just, felt like being a real girl tonight."
"Well then, why don't we ixnay on the take-out and go to a real restaurant, celebrate two weeks of surviving each other." Vaughn suggested in a joking manner.
Sydney's face fell. "Vaughn, you know we can't do that. I mean, we need to keep public appearances at a minimum. We've been out enough and luckily haven't gotten caught yet." She looked into his disappointed eyes "I'm sorry."
Later that evening after the Chinese take-out cartons had been thrown away and the table was cleaned Vaughn walked over to the stereo. He had been waiting to do this for 13 days. He knew of Sydney's avoidance to any romantic encounters and didn't want to feel like an ass if rejection were to occur. "Now or never" he breathed to himself. He turned the dial, trying to find the right tune before turning up the volume and extending his hand.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Right here in the living room?" Sydney raised an eyebrow.
He nodded "Of course, right here smack dab in the middle of the room." He extended his hand again in an exaggerated gesture.
Sydney smiled and gently bit her lower lip, placing her small hand into his bigger one where he proceeded to gently pull her up from her seat on the sofa, lightly brushing his thumb over the top of her hand.
Reaching up, she enveloped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist, both of them enjoying the closeness that dancing brought.
Sydney found herself playing with the hair at the back of his neck while concentrating on not kissing it as well. Both of their hips absentmindedly swayed together in perfect motion to the soft music.
Vaughn was mentally registering that his hands were only a thin fabric away from Sydney's bare skin. He felt Sydney's warm hands on his neck and he knew that such light touches shouldn't be affecting him as much as they were.
The music played on as their two bodies danced slowly around the room. A bomb could have exploded outside and the two of them would have been too wrapped up in each other to notice. It was then that the moment they both dreaded arrived, it was now that they would have to decide whether to leap or to stay on firm safe ground.
It was then that the music ended.
A/N: Hehe. yeah, I know this chapter took like eons. I've been so busy with work and trying to enjoy what's left of summer that I've been neglecting this fic. Not to mention that I really didn't like the boring direction I thought this fic was going in the last few chapters, but I hope that this chapter was better and I like it, so I hope you will too. With any luck, I should have the next chapter out soon.
To all my faithful reviewers: You guys rock! And without all your reviews, I probably would have given up on this fic already, so its because of you that I keep writing, so don't reviewing! And I just hope you guys like this fic.
KHBAJN: Yes, I am naturally hard on myself, you should see me in school when I get a C on a test! Hehe
VaughnsAngel: Aww, thanks so much, I'm glad you like this fic that much, it means a lot to me!! ****************
The following days were a blur to both Sydney and Vaughn. They went about the day acting as most best friends do, watching movies, comparing screwed up childhoods, and then there was Sydney's stories of Vaughn's life, parts of his life he still hadn't remembered. Sydney had called into work a few times to catch up on what was going on. Piece by piece Vaughn was remembering more and more. Yet the more he got to know Sydney the more he knew he was completely smitten with her, and vice versa. For Sydney, spending all this time with Vaughn was like getting to know a different side of him. With a complete recovery in sight for him, she felt so comfortable and loved when she was with him.
More than a few times they had come inches apart from kissing, but each time Sydney remained control of herself. Apologizing, she always quickly escaped the scene. But when she was alone with her thoughts, she knew that it was only a matter of time before she caved and let down her defenses. As the days dwindled to a closing point, so did her inner brick wall.
Tonight would be their last night together. Tomorrow the two weeks would be up, Sydney would go back to her chains and irons that awaited her at SD-6 and Vaughn's mother would be flying in to take care of him until he completely recovered.
Sydney dolled herself up and dressed in one of her favorite little red numbers. She didn't know, but if anything were to unintentionally happen tonight, she at least wanted to look nice instead of like a couch potato.
"Wow. you look.I mean, wow. I do believe that 'you look great' is far below an understatement. You look spectacular." Sydney's face crushed to a crimson red at Michael Vaughn's stuttered compliment. "I'm feeling really under-dressed tonight. Did I miss the memo?" He checked himself out in his blue jeans and an old college tee shirt.
She laughed nervously, thinking that maybe it was a stupid idea to get so dressed up for no reason. 'But there is a reason Sydney, this is your last night, your last chance.' She mentally kicked herself for admitting that she wanted something more to come from these two weeks. "No, no reason. I just, felt like being a real girl tonight."
"Well then, why don't we ixnay on the take-out and go to a real restaurant, celebrate two weeks of surviving each other." Vaughn suggested in a joking manner.
Sydney's face fell. "Vaughn, you know we can't do that. I mean, we need to keep public appearances at a minimum. We've been out enough and luckily haven't gotten caught yet." She looked into his disappointed eyes "I'm sorry."
Later that evening after the Chinese take-out cartons had been thrown away and the table was cleaned Vaughn walked over to the stereo. He had been waiting to do this for 13 days. He knew of Sydney's avoidance to any romantic encounters and didn't want to feel like an ass if rejection were to occur. "Now or never" he breathed to himself. He turned the dial, trying to find the right tune before turning up the volume and extending his hand.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Right here in the living room?" Sydney raised an eyebrow.
He nodded "Of course, right here smack dab in the middle of the room." He extended his hand again in an exaggerated gesture.
Sydney smiled and gently bit her lower lip, placing her small hand into his bigger one where he proceeded to gently pull her up from her seat on the sofa, lightly brushing his thumb over the top of her hand.
Reaching up, she enveloped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around her waist, both of them enjoying the closeness that dancing brought.
Sydney found herself playing with the hair at the back of his neck while concentrating on not kissing it as well. Both of their hips absentmindedly swayed together in perfect motion to the soft music.
Vaughn was mentally registering that his hands were only a thin fabric away from Sydney's bare skin. He felt Sydney's warm hands on his neck and he knew that such light touches shouldn't be affecting him as much as they were.
The music played on as their two bodies danced slowly around the room. A bomb could have exploded outside and the two of them would have been too wrapped up in each other to notice. It was then that the moment they both dreaded arrived, it was now that they would have to decide whether to leap or to stay on firm safe ground.
It was then that the music ended.
A/N: Hehe. yeah, I know this chapter took like eons. I've been so busy with work and trying to enjoy what's left of summer that I've been neglecting this fic. Not to mention that I really didn't like the boring direction I thought this fic was going in the last few chapters, but I hope that this chapter was better and I like it, so I hope you will too. With any luck, I should have the next chapter out soon.
To all my faithful reviewers: You guys rock! And without all your reviews, I probably would have given up on this fic already, so its because of you that I keep writing, so don't reviewing! And I just hope you guys like this fic.