Here's a short little chapter with some Syd/Vaughn love =).
Chapter Fifteen: Happily Ever After?
Sydney Vaughn looked up from her desk at the sound of a knock on her door. "Who is it?"
"It's me, honey."
Sydney smiled. She knew Michael had met with her father that morning; from the sound of his voice, things had gone well. "Come in, sweetheart."
Michael entered the room, a wide smile playing about his lips.
"Well," Sydney said, returning his grin with one of her own as she rose to greet him. "Looks like someone had a good morning."
He didn't answer, only continued toward her with the same wide smile on his face.
"Michael, what--"
He silenced her with a kiss, a kiss so full of love and desire she felt her knees grow weak.
"Michael," she murmured.
"Syd," he responded, placing his hands on her waist and lifting her so she was sitting on the desk. He moved to sit next to her, leaning over to plant kiss after kiss on her lips, her cheeks, her neck. It was only when she lay back on the desk, pulling him on top of her, that he began whispering: "We're getting out of here, Syd. The kids are going to be safe. We're not going to jail."
"Mmm, Michael," she said, working to loosen his tie. "I love it when you sweet talk me."
"It's true," he said softly, his index finger tracing the outline of her chin. She shivered as his lips followed. "We're going to have everything we ever wanted."
"Tell me more," she said, as his hands began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I don't know exactly how it's going to play out." He removed her blouse, and she rose enough so that he could reach the clasp of her bra. "My hope is that we'll tell the CIA everything they need to take down your mother--" Wherever his hands went, his lips followed, and she gasped as they dipped between her breasts. "--and they'll let us escape to a gorgeous little island somewhere."
"Somewhere no one will ever find us," she said, reaching for his belt buckle.
"And we'll live happily ever after," he concluded, sliding her skirt up her waist.
They made love right there on the desk in her office. She hadn't felt him inside of her for a full week. Before her father had made her the offer. Before her mother had named her as her successor. Before they'd rushed little Emily to the hospital. She'd missed him.
And these had to be the happiest circumstances under which they'd ever made love. The first few times they'd been together, they'd been planning to join her mother's organization. Each time since then, they'd been in captivity. Now, for the first time in ten years, they were about to taste freedom. For not the first time in a few days, she thought that nothing had ever tasted sweeter.
With the possible exception of Michael's lips.