Title: Wish List
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if you think they are you are obviously either insane or a very dumb lawyer.
Summary: Syd wishes, Vaughn delivers, a happy ending. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Dear God, you're going to like this, well you know up to my usual cliff hanger ending...hehehe...well, it gets me reviews. Enjoy it, because I think it's going to be my second last for this one. And if you think it's rated wrong, tell me and I will fix it. Personally it's nothing more than you'd usually see on Alias if the writer would get their heads on right. Hmmmm...I'm giving the story away, Read it and review it for the final chapter. Oh and all those who doubted my happy ending here it comes!
Chapter Fifteen
She watched him carefully, wanting to see if he was as sure as she thought he was. He just watched her, tiny little lines etched into his forehead as he awaited what might or might not be a good thing, she opened her mouth again, but shut it, still not positive that he was as serious as he was making out.
But then she realised that he must have been, going to all this trouble, the rumours that he had been a wreck since she left, getting her father to help of all people and then how he had been with her for these last few years. Always by her side, only questioning where he thought it was needed and always helping, no matter what might happen. Risking his life for her and what she believed in. He was doing it for her or he was doing it for the CIA and she knew it wasn't going to have been for the CIA.
Smiling, weakly, the look of indifference was kept as she slowly said; her voice smooth and with a tinge of amusement and happiness, "Are you busy tonight?"
God that smile made her weak at the knees, she let everything flood her face as he broke into a shocked, relieved, ecstatic expression that wiped what she had thought permanent lines of worry from his forehead. He grinned, she had had no idea he was so worried she'd still refuse that when she'd uttered what was definitely a good thing, he hadn't been able to keep anything hidden, and now, looking over her, he saw that it was the same with her.
Her face changed in the blink of an eye from what he had surmised was aloofness to what he could only read as being a exotic mix of amusement, happiness and something else, something he knew was mirrored in his eyes, but something he couldn't put his finger on.
Smiling, he answer, "What if I am," the words, still playful came easily as he found himself sure of the future of his relationship with Sydney.
She looked at him from across the room, still too dumbstruck to move, "You are then?" He nodded and she had to wonder what he was playing at. She was, personally, shocked that he didn't have her up against the wall, his lips on hers. She was also a little miffed that this had happened. "What are you doing then?"
He grinned again; she knew she was never going to get tired of that smile, those lips, his face. "I'm going out," her face flew to confusion but as she listened, it returned to happiness, her smile all the more large. "With the most beautiful, intelligent, incredible, passionate girl on the planet."
She felt her face turning red, no one had ever said anything like that so sincerely to her in her life. Did he really like her that much? She smiled at him and asked, "What's her name?"
"Sydney Bristow," he grinned and started to walk slowly across the room. She saw him coming and walked back into the fence, grabbing it with her hands and holding on tight as she recalled what it felt like to kiss Michael Vaughn. He eyes were wide as he moved in for the kill; she was biting her lower lip seconds before he stopped in front of her.
He took a breath, as he smelt her, breathing deeply, unable to stop himself as he smelt the unique fragrance, a little sweat, perfume of some sort, old from the day before, her shampoo, rich and like the beach at midnight. He grinned, dipping his head to catch her eyes, he raised an eyebrow.
Sydney just stared at him, wonderment on her face as she looked up at him and saw him for who he was. When she'd first met him she hadn't really liked him, she thought he was young and they had always fought far too often. She actually remembered sitting in the car, speeding on the way to their meetings, rehearsing her latest idea for a speech in her head. She remembered one in particular:
"Don't know what your problem is with me. Maybe it's that I'm a woman, or maybe you just don't like my attitude, or something, and I'm sorry about that. But I really don't feel like wasting time here. Three's only one way we can immobilize SD-6, and that's MY way. So, forgive me for being forthright or... female, but this is how it's gonna be."
She watched him, still looking at her, his eyes glinting and she grinned, she recalled most of their conversations, the way that you remember important instances. Their relationship was different; it as had always been difficult and it had always been passionate. Perhaps these were the early signs that there was attraction, she grinned again and listened as he asked, a hand moving to her elbow, "What are you thinking about?"
"Us," god that word was a good one, Sydney wondered who had invented it and pondered if they had realised what a great word they had just come up with. She grinned at him harder; feeling like her face would split should she find anything to smile even more about.
He smiled before an odd look of shyness and embarrassment appeared on his face, "Do you really want to be thinking right now?" His voice was low and quiet, like he wasn't quite sure of what he was saying.
Sydney just raised her eyebrows, her reminisces forgotten as she realised what he was asking, what could have been playful was all the more attractive as she become conscious that he was so insecure about initiating any kind of action. She held back the urge to kiss him just for being so cute and answered, playfully, "Why Vaughn, what would you rather I do?"
He just looked at her, shocked at how forward she was being and felt his mouth twitch up into a grin, "I could think of a few things." They could both feel the heat from each other's bodies radiating at them in waves, Vaughn could have sworn he was having visions of her pressed against him, but knew she wasn't touching him at all.
Sydney saw him warming to the playful banter that was oh so badly seductive while also sweet and proof of their newly and totally unofficial, by all accounts, relationship. She wanted to touch him, hopelessly but knew to just grab him would be to give in. Smiling, in what she prayed was a seductive way; she grabbed his hand and felt the heat straight away. She pulled it up to hold it close to her eyes and trickle her fingers over the brown skin. "Oh? What kind of things?"
Vaughn felt like someone was holding a match to his hand, her nails were gentle but when the skin hit him it was like an addictive type of fire. He knew she was playing with him, enjoying herself, trying desperately not to kiss him, not to fall into his arms, he could see it in her eyes. He grinned, looking at her and allowing her to turn his hand over to tickle his palm, her fingers still fire to him.
He must have shocked her when his lips found the top of her ear. He'd moved his head slowly, making sure she couldn't see what he was doing and hoping she as concentrating hard enough on his hand to not see him inching closer to her, his breath held in so as not to raise the alarm. And then he'd moved in that last centimetre and let his lips trail smoothly down to the lobe, starting at the top and completing the journey agonisingly to both, little by little. Her fingers had stopped moving and she was just holding onto his hand, silently thankful for the fence, sure she would have fallen had it not been there for support.
Seeing her slumped against the fence, his hands moved, on accord of their own will, to her hips, stopping there with softness and hardly even touching her.
Vaughn grinned, the motion of his lips moving felt against her hair and ear, and whispered, so quietly, so smoothly, so in time with the air, it mightn't have actually been heard had his mouth not been so close to her ear. "We could do this..." he trailed off, his mouth sucking gently on her earlobe, the milky skin of her neck, revealed as she turned her head to it's side, her eyes fluttering closed, scared at how good he was at this.
Then his lips were gone and she was ready to regain her composure, the immense effect his mouth had on her dropping away along with his touch. She sighed and opened her mouth, quickly shutting it as she felt a moan rising as his lips returned, this time to the spot just behind her ear where her jaw joined her skull. Soft at first, just tiny kisses, like butterflies landing and then taking off before landing again. Her eyes shut again and she to bite her lip to stop another rising moan. He was, terribly, wonderfully good at this.
His next kiss was closer, as though he was being pushed closer and she could tell he was smiling, she opened her eyes a moment, intent of working out why but shut them on the realisation. She wriggled her fingers to confirm, finding them surrounded by hair, his hair. For a moment she was ready to pull her hand out and try to grab the lost limb, but then she decided there was no way on earth she could do it and felt had fingers moving again, involuntarily, as though they had a life of their own.
Vaughn smiled as he felt her hand in his hair, propelling his to kiss her neck deeper and silently wondered to himself how much longer he would be able to keep this up without her subtle touches killing him. Still he persevered, whispering again, "Or this? We could do this, if you like..." Out of the corner he saw her nodding limply, possibly against her own will and smiled, laying slightly deeper kisses down her neck, letting his tongue rage a fire down the silk like skin.
Still, he got no response other than the heat she giving off, which, though he though it was, he couldn't be positive, was about two hundred degrees higher than it should have been. Knowing this must have been affecting her, Vaughn continued, the work definitely a good job, but still horribly bittersweet, what with her lips so close by.
He kissed across the muscle at that led from her neck to her shoulder, letting each tiny kiss differ, to be unique. Some were just his lips, pressing down gently, another included a playful lick to her skin, its heat double what his lips alone gave of. The next kiss, he scraped his teeth over her for a second, the muscles shivering on its own. He grinned and repeated the series of seductive movements until he found himself with a blue jacket to contend with. Underneath he knew there was a white tank top, probably only centimetre wide strips but the jacket had to go if this was going to work.
Continuing to work closer and closer to the material, his hands left her hips and landed on her arms.
Unable to hold back a second longer, Sydney let a deep moan escape from her throat as the man of her dreams reacher the hollow of her neck, a little gap where she knew her skin was sensitive that lay in front of her muscles and beside her shoulder and throat. He nuzzled it, causing a tiny shiver that he must have felt to run through Sydney's body, starting at her toes and ending with, she believed, the tips of her hair.
Vaughn kissed the bone that bordered the hollow off and spoke again, "If you wanted, we could try this. You only have to ask." And then he was gone, he took a step back and stood there, inside slowly disintegrating but on the outside, beaming at her, waiting for her to pull him back in or ask him something else seductive.
Damn, that was evil, I'm sorry, but it edged over 2000 words quicker than expected. Reviews will have to be plentiful to get the last chapter so if you read this and want some more, please, just one word, two...anything, just so I know tat this is read and not just left sitting. The last two days have been hard because I haven't gotten much as Fanfiction.net has been close to dead so please review! Thank you to everyone who has. I think I will update everything today, I am not sure though, defiantly No gift and probably the other two, so hang around.
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if you think they are you are obviously either insane or a very dumb lawyer.
Summary: Syd wishes, Vaughn delivers, a happy ending. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Dear God, you're going to like this, well you know up to my usual cliff hanger ending...hehehe...well, it gets me reviews. Enjoy it, because I think it's going to be my second last for this one. And if you think it's rated wrong, tell me and I will fix it. Personally it's nothing more than you'd usually see on Alias if the writer would get their heads on right. Hmmmm...I'm giving the story away, Read it and review it for the final chapter. Oh and all those who doubted my happy ending here it comes!
Chapter Fifteen
She watched him carefully, wanting to see if he was as sure as she thought he was. He just watched her, tiny little lines etched into his forehead as he awaited what might or might not be a good thing, she opened her mouth again, but shut it, still not positive that he was as serious as he was making out.
But then she realised that he must have been, going to all this trouble, the rumours that he had been a wreck since she left, getting her father to help of all people and then how he had been with her for these last few years. Always by her side, only questioning where he thought it was needed and always helping, no matter what might happen. Risking his life for her and what she believed in. He was doing it for her or he was doing it for the CIA and she knew it wasn't going to have been for the CIA.
Smiling, weakly, the look of indifference was kept as she slowly said; her voice smooth and with a tinge of amusement and happiness, "Are you busy tonight?"
God that smile made her weak at the knees, she let everything flood her face as he broke into a shocked, relieved, ecstatic expression that wiped what she had thought permanent lines of worry from his forehead. He grinned, she had had no idea he was so worried she'd still refuse that when she'd uttered what was definitely a good thing, he hadn't been able to keep anything hidden, and now, looking over her, he saw that it was the same with her.
Her face changed in the blink of an eye from what he had surmised was aloofness to what he could only read as being a exotic mix of amusement, happiness and something else, something he knew was mirrored in his eyes, but something he couldn't put his finger on.
Smiling, he answer, "What if I am," the words, still playful came easily as he found himself sure of the future of his relationship with Sydney.
She looked at him from across the room, still too dumbstruck to move, "You are then?" He nodded and she had to wonder what he was playing at. She was, personally, shocked that he didn't have her up against the wall, his lips on hers. She was also a little miffed that this had happened. "What are you doing then?"
He grinned again; she knew she was never going to get tired of that smile, those lips, his face. "I'm going out," her face flew to confusion but as she listened, it returned to happiness, her smile all the more large. "With the most beautiful, intelligent, incredible, passionate girl on the planet."
She felt her face turning red, no one had ever said anything like that so sincerely to her in her life. Did he really like her that much? She smiled at him and asked, "What's her name?"
"Sydney Bristow," he grinned and started to walk slowly across the room. She saw him coming and walked back into the fence, grabbing it with her hands and holding on tight as she recalled what it felt like to kiss Michael Vaughn. He eyes were wide as he moved in for the kill; she was biting her lower lip seconds before he stopped in front of her.
He took a breath, as he smelt her, breathing deeply, unable to stop himself as he smelt the unique fragrance, a little sweat, perfume of some sort, old from the day before, her shampoo, rich and like the beach at midnight. He grinned, dipping his head to catch her eyes, he raised an eyebrow.
Sydney just stared at him, wonderment on her face as she looked up at him and saw him for who he was. When she'd first met him she hadn't really liked him, she thought he was young and they had always fought far too often. She actually remembered sitting in the car, speeding on the way to their meetings, rehearsing her latest idea for a speech in her head. She remembered one in particular:
"Don't know what your problem is with me. Maybe it's that I'm a woman, or maybe you just don't like my attitude, or something, and I'm sorry about that. But I really don't feel like wasting time here. Three's only one way we can immobilize SD-6, and that's MY way. So, forgive me for being forthright or... female, but this is how it's gonna be."
She watched him, still looking at her, his eyes glinting and she grinned, she recalled most of their conversations, the way that you remember important instances. Their relationship was different; it as had always been difficult and it had always been passionate. Perhaps these were the early signs that there was attraction, she grinned again and listened as he asked, a hand moving to her elbow, "What are you thinking about?"
"Us," god that word was a good one, Sydney wondered who had invented it and pondered if they had realised what a great word they had just come up with. She grinned at him harder; feeling like her face would split should she find anything to smile even more about.
He smiled before an odd look of shyness and embarrassment appeared on his face, "Do you really want to be thinking right now?" His voice was low and quiet, like he wasn't quite sure of what he was saying.
Sydney just raised her eyebrows, her reminisces forgotten as she realised what he was asking, what could have been playful was all the more attractive as she become conscious that he was so insecure about initiating any kind of action. She held back the urge to kiss him just for being so cute and answered, playfully, "Why Vaughn, what would you rather I do?"
He just looked at her, shocked at how forward she was being and felt his mouth twitch up into a grin, "I could think of a few things." They could both feel the heat from each other's bodies radiating at them in waves, Vaughn could have sworn he was having visions of her pressed against him, but knew she wasn't touching him at all.
Sydney saw him warming to the playful banter that was oh so badly seductive while also sweet and proof of their newly and totally unofficial, by all accounts, relationship. She wanted to touch him, hopelessly but knew to just grab him would be to give in. Smiling, in what she prayed was a seductive way; she grabbed his hand and felt the heat straight away. She pulled it up to hold it close to her eyes and trickle her fingers over the brown skin. "Oh? What kind of things?"
Vaughn felt like someone was holding a match to his hand, her nails were gentle but when the skin hit him it was like an addictive type of fire. He knew she was playing with him, enjoying herself, trying desperately not to kiss him, not to fall into his arms, he could see it in her eyes. He grinned, looking at her and allowing her to turn his hand over to tickle his palm, her fingers still fire to him.
He must have shocked her when his lips found the top of her ear. He'd moved his head slowly, making sure she couldn't see what he was doing and hoping she as concentrating hard enough on his hand to not see him inching closer to her, his breath held in so as not to raise the alarm. And then he'd moved in that last centimetre and let his lips trail smoothly down to the lobe, starting at the top and completing the journey agonisingly to both, little by little. Her fingers had stopped moving and she was just holding onto his hand, silently thankful for the fence, sure she would have fallen had it not been there for support.
Seeing her slumped against the fence, his hands moved, on accord of their own will, to her hips, stopping there with softness and hardly even touching her.
Vaughn grinned, the motion of his lips moving felt against her hair and ear, and whispered, so quietly, so smoothly, so in time with the air, it mightn't have actually been heard had his mouth not been so close to her ear. "We could do this..." he trailed off, his mouth sucking gently on her earlobe, the milky skin of her neck, revealed as she turned her head to it's side, her eyes fluttering closed, scared at how good he was at this.
Then his lips were gone and she was ready to regain her composure, the immense effect his mouth had on her dropping away along with his touch. She sighed and opened her mouth, quickly shutting it as she felt a moan rising as his lips returned, this time to the spot just behind her ear where her jaw joined her skull. Soft at first, just tiny kisses, like butterflies landing and then taking off before landing again. Her eyes shut again and she to bite her lip to stop another rising moan. He was, terribly, wonderfully good at this.
His next kiss was closer, as though he was being pushed closer and she could tell he was smiling, she opened her eyes a moment, intent of working out why but shut them on the realisation. She wriggled her fingers to confirm, finding them surrounded by hair, his hair. For a moment she was ready to pull her hand out and try to grab the lost limb, but then she decided there was no way on earth she could do it and felt had fingers moving again, involuntarily, as though they had a life of their own.
Vaughn smiled as he felt her hand in his hair, propelling his to kiss her neck deeper and silently wondered to himself how much longer he would be able to keep this up without her subtle touches killing him. Still he persevered, whispering again, "Or this? We could do this, if you like..." Out of the corner he saw her nodding limply, possibly against her own will and smiled, laying slightly deeper kisses down her neck, letting his tongue rage a fire down the silk like skin.
Still, he got no response other than the heat she giving off, which, though he though it was, he couldn't be positive, was about two hundred degrees higher than it should have been. Knowing this must have been affecting her, Vaughn continued, the work definitely a good job, but still horribly bittersweet, what with her lips so close by.
He kissed across the muscle at that led from her neck to her shoulder, letting each tiny kiss differ, to be unique. Some were just his lips, pressing down gently, another included a playful lick to her skin, its heat double what his lips alone gave of. The next kiss, he scraped his teeth over her for a second, the muscles shivering on its own. He grinned and repeated the series of seductive movements until he found himself with a blue jacket to contend with. Underneath he knew there was a white tank top, probably only centimetre wide strips but the jacket had to go if this was going to work.
Continuing to work closer and closer to the material, his hands left her hips and landed on her arms.
Unable to hold back a second longer, Sydney let a deep moan escape from her throat as the man of her dreams reacher the hollow of her neck, a little gap where she knew her skin was sensitive that lay in front of her muscles and beside her shoulder and throat. He nuzzled it, causing a tiny shiver that he must have felt to run through Sydney's body, starting at her toes and ending with, she believed, the tips of her hair.
Vaughn kissed the bone that bordered the hollow off and spoke again, "If you wanted, we could try this. You only have to ask." And then he was gone, he took a step back and stood there, inside slowly disintegrating but on the outside, beaming at her, waiting for her to pull him back in or ask him something else seductive.
Damn, that was evil, I'm sorry, but it edged over 2000 words quicker than expected. Reviews will have to be plentiful to get the last chapter so if you read this and want some more, please, just one word, two...anything, just so I know tat this is read and not just left sitting. The last two days have been hard because I haven't gotten much as Fanfiction.net has been close to dead so please review! Thank you to everyone who has. I think I will update everything today, I am not sure though, defiantly No gift and probably the other two, so hang around.