Title: Desire
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do. Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? … (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
***RATING CHANGE!!! This is definitely NOT just a PG-13 chapter. It's sexually intense, nothing graphic, but more than enough innuendoes to keep you guessing (or let your imaginations run totally wild!) I'm tempted to say R, but we'll say R-ish. I give you fair warning!
A/N: Long overdue. This picks up where the last left off. If you don't read this due to the Rating change, the next chapter will still be understood. I don't plan on screwing you over if you don't read this one. The next chapter should be along shortly. Not as long a wait as this one, but it could be tight. School starts next week, and my driving courses are taking up a lot of time! Lol Enjoy, kidlets….
He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, bringing her into his home when she was so vulnerable, and he was feeling incredibly unsatisfied. He desired her more than ever, plain and simple.
The sound of the water hitting the shower door had driven him insane (in the most sensuous way) as he had laid out clothes for her. So he had retired to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, willing his affection to stand down (seeing as how it had undoubtedly rose to the occasion), while the woman he had lusted after (loved) for years was taking a shower in his bathroom.
He was completely lost in thought (baseball, washing dishes, old Aunt Sandra) when she had appeared before him, decked out in the long t-shirt and shorts, wet hair clinging to her (his desire for her hitting the roof and bouncing around uncontrollably).
He swallowed loudly (visibly), causing her to blush. He smiled to himself and shook his head.
"Uh, you look… better."
She laughed quietly. "Yeah. The shower did me well." Her hand flew to cover her mouth, as her eyes grew wide at the words that came out of it.
He shook his head to clear it then reached out for the pot of coffee. "You want some of this? …I mean, do you want some coffee?"
She giggled outright before nodding her head. It was his turn to blush.
//Is it just me, or are we just spitting out innuendoes?//
After the coffee had been poured, he led her into the living room. He sat down on the sofa, sighing softly and looked up at her. Her eyes were roaming around the room uncomfortably.
"Sydney," he said. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with… fear. His heart softened as he motioned for her to sit, offering the seat next to him on the sofa. She smiled gratefully at him before sitting down, tucking her legs beneath her.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each just trying to enjoy the somewhat normal feeling they were overcome with.
But finally, the silence began to press hard on Michael's nerves, making him fidgety. "We need to talk, Syd," he told her as he turned his head in her direction. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she studied her cup of coffee intently.
"I guess I owe it to you to let you start," she sighed.
He nodded. "Ok, then." He sighed and leaned back, not wasting any time. "Since you left, I've felt lonely. I found myself longing for you. At first I blamed myself. I thought I should have done something differently. Then you might have stayed."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, placing his coffee on the table in front of him. "Then I was overcome with this rage. There's something you really need to understand, Syd. The reason why I was so unbelievably mad was because I had just spent the best week of my life with the most incredibly woman I had ever met. I was in love with you, Syd. I woke up every morning believing that I'd be able to wake up next to you when we got back home and be able to tell you that after you woke up."
He got up and walked to the window across the room. "But you took that away from me." He stopped for a while, fighting the urge to scream and kick and to vent his frustrations. But he thought better of it. He looked at her, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't you get it, Syd? I was finally ready to have that life you always wanted from me. I finally got the nerve to tell you how I felt; that I loved you… But it's like it didn't even matter to you. You just used me up and left me."
He didn't know how, but suddenly she was standing in front of him, caressing his face and kissing away tears he didn't even know he had shed.
"I'm sorry," she said, pressing her lips to his tentatively before pulling away. "It wasn't supposed to be this way." Again she pressed her lips to his, lingering this time.
He fought against returning the kiss, he really did, but his restraint disappeared completely when he felt her tongue glide gently across his bottom lip. He moaned loudly, leaving his mouth open for her to ravish his own tongue. He kissed her back zealously and felt himself become light-headed. He was lost after that. All he could think (smell, hear, feel) was Sydney. And that was all he wanted.
He could feel every inch of her covering his body. He was thoroughly aware of everything his skin came in contact with (his hard-on pressing urgently against her stomach, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, the wall he suddenly had her pressed up on).
On the contrary, he was only vaguely aware of the little voice in his head that yelled at him to stop what he was doing, instructed him that it was too soon. But the situation was too far-gone that there was no way he could deny himself this release. There was no way that he could deny HER.
She pulled away from him, whispering, "We can't do this here." He nodded, agreeing with her.
"You're absolutely right," he replied. He picked her up roughly, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He walked briskly across the room and down the hall into his bedroom where he stopped at the foot of the bed. Kissing her neck, she slid gracefully (painfully) to the floor. She moaned deeply when she felt how much he wanted her.
Before long, there was no clothing between them, each letting their hands explore the other. All inhibitions were lost as they slipped into the same state of minds they had adopted in New York (he slipped into her). There was no doubt in either of their minds that this felt right at that moment, no matter how wrong it would seem the morning after.
They didn't let thoughts of tomorrow haunt them as they made love that night (over and over). Instead, they held onto the night, fighting sleep as the sunshine began to pour through the bedroom window.
He watched the morning rays caress her face, relishing in how beautiful she was, tucked into him. He knew how well they fit together (he had felt it all to well the entire night).
But he also knew that their problems were not solved in the least. His desire for her was ragingly obvious, and he was tempted to kiss her awake to show her just how much… But he knew the complications it would bring. Complications were not something he wanted at that point and time.
But she was beautiful, and he was in love, so he couldn't help but drop a sweet kiss to her lips, surprised at the prompt response he received.
"Good morning," she said to him as he pulled away.
"Hey," he replied quietly, looking straight into her eyes. Her eyes clearly showed the warmth and love she felt; there was no denying what she felt for him. But he knew they still had a lot to solve.
"Sydney, about last night…" she immediately recoiled, expecting the worst. "No, no… I'm not gonna say I regretted it, because I don't. But there's still a ton of things we need to work out, Syd. I just need to know, right now, that you'll stick around so we can solve them."
She straddled him then, sitting neatly on his thighs. He saw the desire boil up in her eyes, and he suddenly became aware if the possibility that her eyes were reflecting his own.
"I don't plan on going anywhere this time."
He couldn't even venture an answer. Her lips covered his before he could utter a word.
Author: ReeCee
Feedback: If you'd like to give it, then I'd love to get it. lol No pressure.
E-mail: dangerous_angel@2die4.com
Distribution: Here! lol I'm not sure if my stuff is really up to par with everyone else's so I have no idea WHY you'd want to. . . but if you do. Thanks! Just email me and tell me where.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? … (sigh) NOT MINE. Capiche? Besides, JJ Abrams is God to my Alias world.
***RATING CHANGE!!! This is definitely NOT just a PG-13 chapter. It's sexually intense, nothing graphic, but more than enough innuendoes to keep you guessing (or let your imaginations run totally wild!) I'm tempted to say R, but we'll say R-ish. I give you fair warning!
A/N: Long overdue. This picks up where the last left off. If you don't read this due to the Rating change, the next chapter will still be understood. I don't plan on screwing you over if you don't read this one. The next chapter should be along shortly. Not as long a wait as this one, but it could be tight. School starts next week, and my driving courses are taking up a lot of time! Lol Enjoy, kidlets….
He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, bringing her into his home when she was so vulnerable, and he was feeling incredibly unsatisfied. He desired her more than ever, plain and simple.
The sound of the water hitting the shower door had driven him insane (in the most sensuous way) as he had laid out clothes for her. So he had retired to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, willing his affection to stand down (seeing as how it had undoubtedly rose to the occasion), while the woman he had lusted after (loved) for years was taking a shower in his bathroom.
He was completely lost in thought (baseball, washing dishes, old Aunt Sandra) when she had appeared before him, decked out in the long t-shirt and shorts, wet hair clinging to her (his desire for her hitting the roof and bouncing around uncontrollably).
He swallowed loudly (visibly), causing her to blush. He smiled to himself and shook his head.
"Uh, you look… better."
She laughed quietly. "Yeah. The shower did me well." Her hand flew to cover her mouth, as her eyes grew wide at the words that came out of it.
He shook his head to clear it then reached out for the pot of coffee. "You want some of this? …I mean, do you want some coffee?"
She giggled outright before nodding her head. It was his turn to blush.
//Is it just me, or are we just spitting out innuendoes?//
After the coffee had been poured, he led her into the living room. He sat down on the sofa, sighing softly and looked up at her. Her eyes were roaming around the room uncomfortably.
"Sydney," he said. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with… fear. His heart softened as he motioned for her to sit, offering the seat next to him on the sofa. She smiled gratefully at him before sitting down, tucking her legs beneath her.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each just trying to enjoy the somewhat normal feeling they were overcome with.
But finally, the silence began to press hard on Michael's nerves, making him fidgety. "We need to talk, Syd," he told her as he turned his head in her direction. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she studied her cup of coffee intently.
"I guess I owe it to you to let you start," she sighed.
He nodded. "Ok, then." He sighed and leaned back, not wasting any time. "Since you left, I've felt lonely. I found myself longing for you. At first I blamed myself. I thought I should have done something differently. Then you might have stayed."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, placing his coffee on the table in front of him. "Then I was overcome with this rage. There's something you really need to understand, Syd. The reason why I was so unbelievably mad was because I had just spent the best week of my life with the most incredibly woman I had ever met. I was in love with you, Syd. I woke up every morning believing that I'd be able to wake up next to you when we got back home and be able to tell you that after you woke up."
He got up and walked to the window across the room. "But you took that away from me." He stopped for a while, fighting the urge to scream and kick and to vent his frustrations. But he thought better of it. He looked at her, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't you get it, Syd? I was finally ready to have that life you always wanted from me. I finally got the nerve to tell you how I felt; that I loved you… But it's like it didn't even matter to you. You just used me up and left me."
He didn't know how, but suddenly she was standing in front of him, caressing his face and kissing away tears he didn't even know he had shed.
"I'm sorry," she said, pressing her lips to his tentatively before pulling away. "It wasn't supposed to be this way." Again she pressed her lips to his, lingering this time.
He fought against returning the kiss, he really did, but his restraint disappeared completely when he felt her tongue glide gently across his bottom lip. He moaned loudly, leaving his mouth open for her to ravish his own tongue. He kissed her back zealously and felt himself become light-headed. He was lost after that. All he could think (smell, hear, feel) was Sydney. And that was all he wanted.
He could feel every inch of her covering his body. He was thoroughly aware of everything his skin came in contact with (his hard-on pressing urgently against her stomach, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, the wall he suddenly had her pressed up on).
On the contrary, he was only vaguely aware of the little voice in his head that yelled at him to stop what he was doing, instructed him that it was too soon. But the situation was too far-gone that there was no way he could deny himself this release. There was no way that he could deny HER.
She pulled away from him, whispering, "We can't do this here." He nodded, agreeing with her.
"You're absolutely right," he replied. He picked her up roughly, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He walked briskly across the room and down the hall into his bedroom where he stopped at the foot of the bed. Kissing her neck, she slid gracefully (painfully) to the floor. She moaned deeply when she felt how much he wanted her.
Before long, there was no clothing between them, each letting their hands explore the other. All inhibitions were lost as they slipped into the same state of minds they had adopted in New York (he slipped into her). There was no doubt in either of their minds that this felt right at that moment, no matter how wrong it would seem the morning after.
They didn't let thoughts of tomorrow haunt them as they made love that night (over and over). Instead, they held onto the night, fighting sleep as the sunshine began to pour through the bedroom window.
He watched the morning rays caress her face, relishing in how beautiful she was, tucked into him. He knew how well they fit together (he had felt it all to well the entire night).
But he also knew that their problems were not solved in the least. His desire for her was ragingly obvious, and he was tempted to kiss her awake to show her just how much… But he knew the complications it would bring. Complications were not something he wanted at that point and time.
But she was beautiful, and he was in love, so he couldn't help but drop a sweet kiss to her lips, surprised at the prompt response he received.
"Good morning," she said to him as he pulled away.
"Hey," he replied quietly, looking straight into her eyes. Her eyes clearly showed the warmth and love she felt; there was no denying what she felt for him. But he knew they still had a lot to solve.
"Sydney, about last night…" she immediately recoiled, expecting the worst. "No, no… I'm not gonna say I regretted it, because I don't. But there's still a ton of things we need to work out, Syd. I just need to know, right now, that you'll stick around so we can solve them."
She straddled him then, sitting neatly on his thighs. He saw the desire boil up in her eyes, and he suddenly became aware if the possibility that her eyes were reflecting his own.
"I don't plan on going anywhere this time."
He couldn't even venture an answer. Her lips covered his before he could utter a word.