Author's Notes: Thanks again for all the reviews, and please keep them
coming. I use them to improve my stories greatly! And for the few comments
on the 28 stories, yeah, I know it's kind of extreme, but this my own
mindset and I bet Irena could do it if she wanted! You know it! Anyway,
enjoy this chapter, it's A LOT of fluff between Syd and Sark.
Disclaimer- I don't own the lovely characters of Alias, ABC and J.J. Abrams do!
***Sydney POV***
I nestled into my new bed and just stared into the ceiling. Then, I curled up into a little ball. The smaller I could get myself, the smaller my problems would be, hopefully. I felt someone else in the room, soon enough. I didn't want to recognize them so I just stayed in my ball under the blanket.
He came over and sat down next to me on the bed. I could smell and taste it was him and it was wonderful. I didn't know what to do, should I turn over and say something? No, I want him to talk first.
"I know you're mad, and you have every reason to be, but there's something I want you to know," he starts. I turn over to see him.
"It wasn't my idea, it was your mothers. She wanted to surprise you, I felt it wasn't the best idea."
Was he being serious? I wasn't too sure yet. He decided to sit down more on the bed and wrap his fingers within mine. It wasn't bad or anything.
"Sydney, it's just, everything about you, I love it all, and I want to be with you all the time," he says. I guess he did like me, he has said it several times. He leaned in to kiss me and I leaned up to reach his face. We stayed there for a good few minutes and it felt pretty good.
"Wow, that was a good one," I say.
"I'd have to agree," he replies.
He then lies down with me and we wrap our arms around each other and just sit there entangled in each other's embrace. For some reason, it felt so great.
"Sydney," he whispers into my ear.
"Yes," I reply and stare right into his beautiful eyes.
"J'aime tu," he says to me in French, which means I love you. It was so adorable. I guess I could like Sark. What about my old life though? I couldn't exactly just stay here and work for Irena of all people. I had to have my morals straight. However, Sark was being awful romantic.
So, to reply to his wonderful French, I lean in and kiss him like no one before. It was magnificent.
"Hey, um, Sark?" I say.
"Yes, my love?" he replies to me.
"Are there cameras in here?" I can only say. The idea had just popped into my head. I didn't want my mother to be viewing this.
"Not in the bedrooms, we're decent enough to give you that privacy," he replies.
"Or us that privacy," I tell him.
"Ah, indeed," he replies.
We lie there for a while before anyone says anything. I just like laying there wrapped up into his arms. At that point in time, I felt so safe.
"My love," he says.
"Yes?" I reply.
"Do you want to come move into my apartment? Mine is much more spacious and I have a butler there who can get you anything you need," he informs me. Wow, this was a big step for us, I suppose. Should I trust him? If I did this I would have more contact with my mother, which might be a good or bad thing.
"I suppose, if you think it's the best idea," I reply to him.
"Ah, then it's settled. I'll go run along and get thing a little more ready, and you can pack whatever clothes you like from here," he so kindly informs me.
"Okay then," I say. He gets up when I do, stands next to me, and kisses me, as if it were our last time together, ever.
"One of my men will escort you to the location," he tells me.
"Okay," I smile and then he leaves.
I look through the drawers and pick out some things I might want to wear. I was sad because there weren't too many dresses, but if I asked Sark, I bet he would be able to get me some. My relationship with Sark had taken so many twists and turns, I honestly don't know what is the right one now. Honestly, I think we are in love.
***Sark POV***
I had done what I never thought I would do. I had actually fallen in love with Sydney Bristow. I couldn't stop it either. Everything about her made me love her, how she was so weak sometimes helped me to gain her love too. I wanted to make her love me with all her heart so that we could be perfect and then I could gain all her trust and Irena would have none. It would be great.
I had made room for her belongings and had my butler, Marc, start us a splendid little dessert. I knew Sydney hadn't had dinner, so I thought she might enjoy dessert. I was hoping that Irena wouldn't decide to pop in because I know how riled that gets Sydney. I wanted her to trust me enough to leave her whole other life behind her.
I heard a small knock on the door and I came to it. I opened it to find Sydney, standing with one of the guards with a small bag.
"That's all you could find to bring?" I ask her.
She comes in, "There wasn't much there I liked, honestly."
"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" I smile at her. She smiled back.
"I'll show you the place some more," I tell her. I then let her follow me, hand in hand, around my spacious apartment. I show her everything about it, since it was high tech. I think she liked it, or rather, I hope she liked it.
We finished the tour and I brought us back into the main room. "So what did you think?"
"It's very nice," she replies and gives me a nice kiss on the cheek.
"I thought you might think so," I say. "I took the liberty of having some desserts prepared, since I know you must be hungry."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful," she replies. Good job, Sark, way to win the girl with food.
We head into my dining room and I had arranged several cakes and other candies. We both sat down and I watched as Sydney couldn't decide which to eat.
"So many choices," she says.
"Indeed, there are," I reply with a smile.
We decide on our choices and we fall into silence as we eat. She would occasionally look over and give me her best smile and then we would resume to eating. We had enjoyed our desserts and were done.
"So I was thinking," she starts.
"Yes?" I say.
"Do you mind if I call you Andrew, when it's just me and you?" she asks me. This was a big step, she was trusting me.
"Of course, but just between me and you, right?" I reply.
"Oh yes, Andrew," she said. It felt so sweet. She had said my first name. It was almost like being given candy as a child.
"Since I'm done with my work for the evening, I was thinking we could watch a movie," I tell her.
"You have a TV?" she asks me.
"Of course, did I not show it to you in the tour?" I reply.
"I guess not. What movie?" she then asks.
"Well, I don't have the most extensive movie collection, but a fairly good selection, we'll find something," I tell her. We get up from the table and I wrap my arm around her and we walk to the main room. I let her get situated on the couch and I head over and pull open the TV.
"Do you like Pretty Women?" I ask. I love that movie, it's my favorite, I know, it's my sore spot.
"You have Pretty Women?" she replies.
"It sure looks that way," I reply.
"Of course!" she says.
I come over to join her on the couch and resume a positioning that resembled that of our cabin fireside snuggling. We both wrapped each other's arms around the other and laid together. We were watching the movie for a while when she looked over at me funny.
"What is it, dear?" I ask her.
"Oh, nothing. It's just hard for anyone to imagine you being this nice when your reputation has you being a cold, heartless killer," she so kindly informs me.
"Wow, that's harsh," I only reply.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it to be, but you understand," she then says.
"Fully, it's okay," I say back.
I kiss her once, and then we resume our positions watching the movie. Soon enough, both of us had fallen asleep on the couch and it was the most wonderful feeling ever. I was in love with the most wonderful girl on the entire Earth.
~~You like all that fluff?!?! I did! Tell me how much, leave a review!~~~Masquerade
Disclaimer- I don't own the lovely characters of Alias, ABC and J.J. Abrams do!
***Sydney POV***
I nestled into my new bed and just stared into the ceiling. Then, I curled up into a little ball. The smaller I could get myself, the smaller my problems would be, hopefully. I felt someone else in the room, soon enough. I didn't want to recognize them so I just stayed in my ball under the blanket.
He came over and sat down next to me on the bed. I could smell and taste it was him and it was wonderful. I didn't know what to do, should I turn over and say something? No, I want him to talk first.
"I know you're mad, and you have every reason to be, but there's something I want you to know," he starts. I turn over to see him.
"It wasn't my idea, it was your mothers. She wanted to surprise you, I felt it wasn't the best idea."
Was he being serious? I wasn't too sure yet. He decided to sit down more on the bed and wrap his fingers within mine. It wasn't bad or anything.
"Sydney, it's just, everything about you, I love it all, and I want to be with you all the time," he says. I guess he did like me, he has said it several times. He leaned in to kiss me and I leaned up to reach his face. We stayed there for a good few minutes and it felt pretty good.
"Wow, that was a good one," I say.
"I'd have to agree," he replies.
He then lies down with me and we wrap our arms around each other and just sit there entangled in each other's embrace. For some reason, it felt so great.
"Sydney," he whispers into my ear.
"Yes," I reply and stare right into his beautiful eyes.
"J'aime tu," he says to me in French, which means I love you. It was so adorable. I guess I could like Sark. What about my old life though? I couldn't exactly just stay here and work for Irena of all people. I had to have my morals straight. However, Sark was being awful romantic.
So, to reply to his wonderful French, I lean in and kiss him like no one before. It was magnificent.
"Hey, um, Sark?" I say.
"Yes, my love?" he replies to me.
"Are there cameras in here?" I can only say. The idea had just popped into my head. I didn't want my mother to be viewing this.
"Not in the bedrooms, we're decent enough to give you that privacy," he replies.
"Or us that privacy," I tell him.
"Ah, indeed," he replies.
We lie there for a while before anyone says anything. I just like laying there wrapped up into his arms. At that point in time, I felt so safe.
"My love," he says.
"Yes?" I reply.
"Do you want to come move into my apartment? Mine is much more spacious and I have a butler there who can get you anything you need," he informs me. Wow, this was a big step for us, I suppose. Should I trust him? If I did this I would have more contact with my mother, which might be a good or bad thing.
"I suppose, if you think it's the best idea," I reply to him.
"Ah, then it's settled. I'll go run along and get thing a little more ready, and you can pack whatever clothes you like from here," he so kindly informs me.
"Okay then," I say. He gets up when I do, stands next to me, and kisses me, as if it were our last time together, ever.
"One of my men will escort you to the location," he tells me.
"Okay," I smile and then he leaves.
I look through the drawers and pick out some things I might want to wear. I was sad because there weren't too many dresses, but if I asked Sark, I bet he would be able to get me some. My relationship with Sark had taken so many twists and turns, I honestly don't know what is the right one now. Honestly, I think we are in love.
***Sark POV***
I had done what I never thought I would do. I had actually fallen in love with Sydney Bristow. I couldn't stop it either. Everything about her made me love her, how she was so weak sometimes helped me to gain her love too. I wanted to make her love me with all her heart so that we could be perfect and then I could gain all her trust and Irena would have none. It would be great.
I had made room for her belongings and had my butler, Marc, start us a splendid little dessert. I knew Sydney hadn't had dinner, so I thought she might enjoy dessert. I was hoping that Irena wouldn't decide to pop in because I know how riled that gets Sydney. I wanted her to trust me enough to leave her whole other life behind her.
I heard a small knock on the door and I came to it. I opened it to find Sydney, standing with one of the guards with a small bag.
"That's all you could find to bring?" I ask her.
She comes in, "There wasn't much there I liked, honestly."
"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" I smile at her. She smiled back.
"I'll show you the place some more," I tell her. I then let her follow me, hand in hand, around my spacious apartment. I show her everything about it, since it was high tech. I think she liked it, or rather, I hope she liked it.
We finished the tour and I brought us back into the main room. "So what did you think?"
"It's very nice," she replies and gives me a nice kiss on the cheek.
"I thought you might think so," I say. "I took the liberty of having some desserts prepared, since I know you must be hungry."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful," she replies. Good job, Sark, way to win the girl with food.
We head into my dining room and I had arranged several cakes and other candies. We both sat down and I watched as Sydney couldn't decide which to eat.
"So many choices," she says.
"Indeed, there are," I reply with a smile.
We decide on our choices and we fall into silence as we eat. She would occasionally look over and give me her best smile and then we would resume to eating. We had enjoyed our desserts and were done.
"So I was thinking," she starts.
"Yes?" I say.
"Do you mind if I call you Andrew, when it's just me and you?" she asks me. This was a big step, she was trusting me.
"Of course, but just between me and you, right?" I reply.
"Oh yes, Andrew," she said. It felt so sweet. She had said my first name. It was almost like being given candy as a child.
"Since I'm done with my work for the evening, I was thinking we could watch a movie," I tell her.
"You have a TV?" she asks me.
"Of course, did I not show it to you in the tour?" I reply.
"I guess not. What movie?" she then asks.
"Well, I don't have the most extensive movie collection, but a fairly good selection, we'll find something," I tell her. We get up from the table and I wrap my arm around her and we walk to the main room. I let her get situated on the couch and I head over and pull open the TV.
"Do you like Pretty Women?" I ask. I love that movie, it's my favorite, I know, it's my sore spot.
"You have Pretty Women?" she replies.
"It sure looks that way," I reply.
"Of course!" she says.
I come over to join her on the couch and resume a positioning that resembled that of our cabin fireside snuggling. We both wrapped each other's arms around the other and laid together. We were watching the movie for a while when she looked over at me funny.
"What is it, dear?" I ask her.
"Oh, nothing. It's just hard for anyone to imagine you being this nice when your reputation has you being a cold, heartless killer," she so kindly informs me.
"Wow, that's harsh," I only reply.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it to be, but you understand," she then says.
"Fully, it's okay," I say back.
I kiss her once, and then we resume our positions watching the movie. Soon enough, both of us had fallen asleep on the couch and it was the most wonderful feeling ever. I was in love with the most wonderful girl on the entire Earth.
~~You like all that fluff?!?! I did! Tell me how much, leave a review!~~~Masquerade