Author's Notes: Wow! Can I officially say that all the people who reviewed
my last story ROCK! Because you do! I didn't realize how many other people
out there like the idea of Sydney and Sark getting together! Well, in
response to many pleas to get another chapter out, I write! And I hope you
enjoy again to leave me fun reviews! (And thanks for the suggestions- I
don't plan on making this another "meaning of Sark" story)
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own these wonderful characters, my hero J.J.
Abrams does!
The shower felt good. It felt refreshing to be cleansed after a meeting with that scum ball. He said he was going to send me up supplies for the mission, so I hope that was including clothes, because mine weren't exactly the best for a party. I had faith in Sark, so I opened the bathroom door and found an array of boxes and supplies scattered across the bed, which had been made. He certainly does run a little operation here, doesn't he? Probably he frightens his peons so bad that they'd rather not go against his word.
I opened the first box and inside lay some basic clothes to wear on a mission. They were black and deeply resembled the ones I wore in Moscow. There was also some warmer clothes since we were going to northern England. I decided to move onto the second box.
This box had other little additions, my guess they were things to help us with the mission. There was a beautiful diamond necklace (hopefully it was real and I can boost it off of him later) and some other jewelry.
Then, there was the third box. This one was tied up with a beautiful sheer pink ribbon. It looked beautiful from the outside. The box itself was more elegant that the other two. Sark figured I would open this one last. So, I went for it (hoping it wasn't a bomb or anything) and carefully pulled the ribbon open. It gracefully came apart and fell to the sides of the box. I lifted off the top very carefully to find a note placed carefully on top of the tissue.
"Ms. Bristow,
I'm most delighted that you have decided to join me on this adventure. I most hope you will be the best partner for this mission. Please wear the item below to the party and have the other clothing available for our other excursion. I hope you most enjoyed your shower. I will talk with you in two shakes.
-Sark"
He certainly did keep tabs on me, did I enjoy my shower? I was rather grossed out by that thought. Anyway, I decided to see what Sark had chosen for me to wear to the party. So, I pulled back the tissue paper and saw a bright pink dress. I pulled it out of the box and found it to be the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on. SD-6 certainly couldn't beat this. What, did Sark have this lying around for whenever I might happen to want to accompany him to a party? Or did he have one of his peons run out and fetch it for him? Always debatable.
I decided to see for myself how the dress looked on me. So I slipped off my bathrobe and carefully put it on. It was most magnificent. I wasn't exactly sure if it was the best dress to be running in during a mission, but Sark would know best, I guess. Right? It was a bright magenta and flowed all the way down to the floor, where it puffed out slightly. It had a halter-top that was laced in small diamond specks that made swirls that swirled across the entire dress. It was certainly magnificent. As I was staring in the mirror at myself, I couldn't believe how magical it was. If only it wasn't under these circumstances, maybe Vaughn could have seen..
That's when I felt it again. His hand. He placed it on my back this time where my skin was bare. Once again, I felt my spine shiver with his touch. It was definitely stirring.
"I see you like your present," he says.
"Yes, it's nice," I muster out. I couldn't let him know how much I liked it. That would only be letting him win. I had to have the upper hand in this.
"You seem to be enjoying it more than that, I can see it in your eyes," he tells me.
Oh, he's interpreting my eyes now? Remember when I said he was crazy? I take that back, Sark is insane.
"Oh really?" I reply. I didn't want to give too much out.
"Indeed, well, I think we must be getting ready to depart. I suggest you put those other pieces of clothing on until we reach our destination," he says.
"And what will you be wearing tonight?" I had to ask. It was more of a joke for me, but I wanted to see what kind of response I would get from him.
"A surprise. I thought I would keep you most entertained so I figured I would leave my appearance to be a surprise," he rebounds. Go figure.
"Alright," I say.
"Once you are ready, head down stairs with your belongings. One of my men will take it for you," he tells me.
You mean one of your peons, right? No, that's right, they're his "men".
"Okay."
And that was that. He whisked out of the room, black leather coat and all, and obviously was heading down to get ready as well. This certainly was going to be an interesting mission.
~~~Please review! I love them soo much!~~~ Masquerade
The shower felt good. It felt refreshing to be cleansed after a meeting with that scum ball. He said he was going to send me up supplies for the mission, so I hope that was including clothes, because mine weren't exactly the best for a party. I had faith in Sark, so I opened the bathroom door and found an array of boxes and supplies scattered across the bed, which had been made. He certainly does run a little operation here, doesn't he? Probably he frightens his peons so bad that they'd rather not go against his word.
I opened the first box and inside lay some basic clothes to wear on a mission. They were black and deeply resembled the ones I wore in Moscow. There was also some warmer clothes since we were going to northern England. I decided to move onto the second box.
This box had other little additions, my guess they were things to help us with the mission. There was a beautiful diamond necklace (hopefully it was real and I can boost it off of him later) and some other jewelry.
Then, there was the third box. This one was tied up with a beautiful sheer pink ribbon. It looked beautiful from the outside. The box itself was more elegant that the other two. Sark figured I would open this one last. So, I went for it (hoping it wasn't a bomb or anything) and carefully pulled the ribbon open. It gracefully came apart and fell to the sides of the box. I lifted off the top very carefully to find a note placed carefully on top of the tissue.
"Ms. Bristow,
I'm most delighted that you have decided to join me on this adventure. I most hope you will be the best partner for this mission. Please wear the item below to the party and have the other clothing available for our other excursion. I hope you most enjoyed your shower. I will talk with you in two shakes.
-Sark"
He certainly did keep tabs on me, did I enjoy my shower? I was rather grossed out by that thought. Anyway, I decided to see what Sark had chosen for me to wear to the party. So, I pulled back the tissue paper and saw a bright pink dress. I pulled it out of the box and found it to be the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on. SD-6 certainly couldn't beat this. What, did Sark have this lying around for whenever I might happen to want to accompany him to a party? Or did he have one of his peons run out and fetch it for him? Always debatable.
I decided to see for myself how the dress looked on me. So I slipped off my bathrobe and carefully put it on. It was most magnificent. I wasn't exactly sure if it was the best dress to be running in during a mission, but Sark would know best, I guess. Right? It was a bright magenta and flowed all the way down to the floor, where it puffed out slightly. It had a halter-top that was laced in small diamond specks that made swirls that swirled across the entire dress. It was certainly magnificent. As I was staring in the mirror at myself, I couldn't believe how magical it was. If only it wasn't under these circumstances, maybe Vaughn could have seen..
That's when I felt it again. His hand. He placed it on my back this time where my skin was bare. Once again, I felt my spine shiver with his touch. It was definitely stirring.
"I see you like your present," he says.
"Yes, it's nice," I muster out. I couldn't let him know how much I liked it. That would only be letting him win. I had to have the upper hand in this.
"You seem to be enjoying it more than that, I can see it in your eyes," he tells me.
Oh, he's interpreting my eyes now? Remember when I said he was crazy? I take that back, Sark is insane.
"Oh really?" I reply. I didn't want to give too much out.
"Indeed, well, I think we must be getting ready to depart. I suggest you put those other pieces of clothing on until we reach our destination," he says.
"And what will you be wearing tonight?" I had to ask. It was more of a joke for me, but I wanted to see what kind of response I would get from him.
"A surprise. I thought I would keep you most entertained so I figured I would leave my appearance to be a surprise," he rebounds. Go figure.
"Alright," I say.
"Once you are ready, head down stairs with your belongings. One of my men will take it for you," he tells me.
You mean one of your peons, right? No, that's right, they're his "men".
"Okay."
And that was that. He whisked out of the room, black leather coat and all, and obviously was heading down to get ready as well. This certainly was going to be an interesting mission.
~~~Please review! I love them soo much!~~~ Masquerade