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Disclaimer: I do not own the lovely characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams et all does!
I had done my hair up in this nice up-do that Francie had taught me to do the other night. We were trying to have a girls night in, but I had ended up falling asleep ten minutes in to the movie, that we had started at 8. Anyway, we were messing around with each other's hair and she showed me this cute do that I decided would be best for tonight. I found some glitter on the vanity and sprinkled it lightly in my hair. I decided that it was time for me to put on my dress.
I carefully took the dress out of the box and placed it on the bed. I smoothed it out and noticed the shimmering beauty of it all. It was so beautiful and I felt honored to be even allowed to wear. I gently put it on, making sure not to rip a single thread. Why did I care so much about this mission, this dress, my hair, everything? I was certainly acting strange, wasn't I? I had to shrug it off and just get this over with. Or did I want to get it over it?
I looked up from the floor and into the mirror. I felt like a princess. I closed my eyes for a minute just to ponder. Why was I here in this spot at this time? That's when I felt it. Gently someone had placed a necklace onto my neck and clasped it. I pulled my hand to feel it and someone grabbed my hand before I could. It was the touch again, the one touch that made my spine shiver. It was him.
"Hello," I say and turn around to greet him. He was stunning. It certainly cleaned up rather well. He then took my hand he had grabbed and gently pulled it up and kissed it. It was certainly enchanting.
"Greetings, my love, Sydney," he replies after the kiss.
I look down at the necklace he had placed on my hand. I gently fingered it with my hand and it was beautiful. It wasn't in the box, so I didn't know where it came from.
"Do you like it?" he asks me.
"Honestly? Yes, it's beautiful," I reply. Sometimes, I just had to be honest with the man. For how much it killed me, I had too.
"I thought you would most enjoy wearing it tonight. You look magnificent, Sydney," he says again, stressing the use of my first name.
"Why, thank you," I say quietly.
"Are you about ready to head out? The cars are ready to go," he informs me.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I reply.
"Then we shall leave." He links my arm in his and we walk hand in hand to the front door, which he opens for me. Then, when we walk to the car, he opens the door for me, not one of his many goons. He did look rather stunning. It was probably one of the only times that I had seen him not sporting his trademark black leather coat. It was nice for a change.
We both sat in the car and we sat in silence, hand in hand, until we reached the gate of the party. The car identified us and the guards let the car pass. Sark gives my hand one last squeeze and gives me one last reminder.
"Remember, you are Natalie Franco and I am Antony. You are all aware of our new history together, right?" he asks.
"Completely," I say and the door swings open by a worker at the party. I step out of the car and the nice man helps me out of the car. Sark quickly exits behind me and quickly whisks me out of the man's hand, claiming me as his own. We walk arm in arm into the party where Sark identifies us as "Natalie and Antony Franco" and we are quickly let in. There are many people already there and the house was a beautiful Victorian house. Probably built in the late 1800s. I scanned the room to see if I recognized anyone. So far, no one was there I knew. A good thing, I think.
"Let's dance," he tells me. He takes my hand and we lock our bodies to dance as the others were. We gently floated across the floor and it felt so perfect. I looked up into Sark's eyes. At that moment, he looked directly into mine too. It was mysterical. He then leans in to my ear.
"Is anyone here?" he asks me.
"Not that I know of, yet, anyway," I reply quietly back into his ear. Then I gently lean up against him and our dancing turned into a slow version with the music. We swayed back and forth to the music and it was wonderful. Why was I acting like this around Sark? I was supposed to hate him and despise him and want him killed. But I was enjoying his company more than anyone else I knew, except for Vaughn, and almost more than him right now. We danced until the song ended and then he leaned into me.
He whispered, "It's time."
So I followed him as planned, as if we were looking for somewhere to have some quiet time. He obviously had done his homework because we were able to get to a door that led to the patio. We quickly went out onto the patio and Sark surveyed the situation. From what I could tell, no guards were on the patio. We were in luck.
We looked over at the shed. It was a fair distance from the house and it would be difficult to get there without any guards noticing if there was any.
"We're going to run to the shed, okay?" he says.
"Okay," I reply.
So we start to run over to the shed and get there fine, but there must have been some guards in the area and they heard us. They started to run toward the shed and Sark did the most unbelievable thing.
He started to kiss me. It just started as a plain kiss, to look normal enough, and not to have to break the barrier between us, but then he pushed it further. The kiss grew deeper and by the time the guards had gotten there, we were pushed up against the wall in an all out tonsil-war. I do have to admit, Sark is a pretty good kisser. It seemed perfect, that moment, kissing him. I almost wanted it to last forever, but the slight push of a flashlight it to my back stopped it.
"Excuse-moi?" I say. How rude of them, to interrupt our kissing. It was only half-true, but hey, it was partially.
"This is a restricted area, no guests of the party are supposed to be here," the bulky guard informs us. We already knew that, little did he know. There were only two guards, so Sark looks me straight in the eye, and we simultaneously attack the guards. I took the smaller one and Sark had the bigger one and we easily took them down. We then put the bodies behind the shed and head inside. Sark and I still had a lot to talk about after that kiss, but the mission came first.
~Enjoy, again? Tell me! Review a line or two!~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: I do not own the lovely characters of Alias, J.J. Abrams et all does!
I had done my hair up in this nice up-do that Francie had taught me to do the other night. We were trying to have a girls night in, but I had ended up falling asleep ten minutes in to the movie, that we had started at 8. Anyway, we were messing around with each other's hair and she showed me this cute do that I decided would be best for tonight. I found some glitter on the vanity and sprinkled it lightly in my hair. I decided that it was time for me to put on my dress.
I carefully took the dress out of the box and placed it on the bed. I smoothed it out and noticed the shimmering beauty of it all. It was so beautiful and I felt honored to be even allowed to wear. I gently put it on, making sure not to rip a single thread. Why did I care so much about this mission, this dress, my hair, everything? I was certainly acting strange, wasn't I? I had to shrug it off and just get this over with. Or did I want to get it over it?
I looked up from the floor and into the mirror. I felt like a princess. I closed my eyes for a minute just to ponder. Why was I here in this spot at this time? That's when I felt it. Gently someone had placed a necklace onto my neck and clasped it. I pulled my hand to feel it and someone grabbed my hand before I could. It was the touch again, the one touch that made my spine shiver. It was him.
"Hello," I say and turn around to greet him. He was stunning. It certainly cleaned up rather well. He then took my hand he had grabbed and gently pulled it up and kissed it. It was certainly enchanting.
"Greetings, my love, Sydney," he replies after the kiss.
I look down at the necklace he had placed on my hand. I gently fingered it with my hand and it was beautiful. It wasn't in the box, so I didn't know where it came from.
"Do you like it?" he asks me.
"Honestly? Yes, it's beautiful," I reply. Sometimes, I just had to be honest with the man. For how much it killed me, I had too.
"I thought you would most enjoy wearing it tonight. You look magnificent, Sydney," he says again, stressing the use of my first name.
"Why, thank you," I say quietly.
"Are you about ready to head out? The cars are ready to go," he informs me.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I reply.
"Then we shall leave." He links my arm in his and we walk hand in hand to the front door, which he opens for me. Then, when we walk to the car, he opens the door for me, not one of his many goons. He did look rather stunning. It was probably one of the only times that I had seen him not sporting his trademark black leather coat. It was nice for a change.
We both sat in the car and we sat in silence, hand in hand, until we reached the gate of the party. The car identified us and the guards let the car pass. Sark gives my hand one last squeeze and gives me one last reminder.
"Remember, you are Natalie Franco and I am Antony. You are all aware of our new history together, right?" he asks.
"Completely," I say and the door swings open by a worker at the party. I step out of the car and the nice man helps me out of the car. Sark quickly exits behind me and quickly whisks me out of the man's hand, claiming me as his own. We walk arm in arm into the party where Sark identifies us as "Natalie and Antony Franco" and we are quickly let in. There are many people already there and the house was a beautiful Victorian house. Probably built in the late 1800s. I scanned the room to see if I recognized anyone. So far, no one was there I knew. A good thing, I think.
"Let's dance," he tells me. He takes my hand and we lock our bodies to dance as the others were. We gently floated across the floor and it felt so perfect. I looked up into Sark's eyes. At that moment, he looked directly into mine too. It was mysterical. He then leans in to my ear.
"Is anyone here?" he asks me.
"Not that I know of, yet, anyway," I reply quietly back into his ear. Then I gently lean up against him and our dancing turned into a slow version with the music. We swayed back and forth to the music and it was wonderful. Why was I acting like this around Sark? I was supposed to hate him and despise him and want him killed. But I was enjoying his company more than anyone else I knew, except for Vaughn, and almost more than him right now. We danced until the song ended and then he leaned into me.
He whispered, "It's time."
So I followed him as planned, as if we were looking for somewhere to have some quiet time. He obviously had done his homework because we were able to get to a door that led to the patio. We quickly went out onto the patio and Sark surveyed the situation. From what I could tell, no guards were on the patio. We were in luck.
We looked over at the shed. It was a fair distance from the house and it would be difficult to get there without any guards noticing if there was any.
"We're going to run to the shed, okay?" he says.
"Okay," I reply.
So we start to run over to the shed and get there fine, but there must have been some guards in the area and they heard us. They started to run toward the shed and Sark did the most unbelievable thing.
He started to kiss me. It just started as a plain kiss, to look normal enough, and not to have to break the barrier between us, but then he pushed it further. The kiss grew deeper and by the time the guards had gotten there, we were pushed up against the wall in an all out tonsil-war. I do have to admit, Sark is a pretty good kisser. It seemed perfect, that moment, kissing him. I almost wanted it to last forever, but the slight push of a flashlight it to my back stopped it.
"Excuse-moi?" I say. How rude of them, to interrupt our kissing. It was only half-true, but hey, it was partially.
"This is a restricted area, no guests of the party are supposed to be here," the bulky guard informs us. We already knew that, little did he know. There were only two guards, so Sark looks me straight in the eye, and we simultaneously attack the guards. I took the smaller one and Sark had the bigger one and we easily took them down. We then put the bodies behind the shed and head inside. Sark and I still had a lot to talk about after that kiss, but the mission came first.
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