Title: Wish List
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
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: Special thank you to Samantha for proofing this. It's all over, this is it unless you want an epilogue? I've loved writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review my ending and tell me if you want the epilogue, it won't have Syd or Vaughn, it'll be a conversation between Jack and Irina. Anyways, yes thank you for reviewing and I hope you like it.
Chapter Sixteen
Both of them were short of breath, both of them were looking deeply into the others eyes, but neither made a move. Vaughn had been sure he'd done enough, that when he moved back, she would just fall into his arms and that would be that but Sydney was still holding on, by a finger, trying to force her body to act as a dead weight and just stood there, hoping he came to her within the second because she was sure as hell she couldn't hold on for any longer.
Vaughn just stared at her, grabbing at the ground with his feet, listening to his own breathing and the beating he swore he could hear coming from his chest. He swallowed; he could see her falling apart and would have felt bad if he hadn't already known how much better this was going to be now that he had played with her for a few minutes. He watched her, eyes narrowing as he saw her eyes sliding away from his, for a moment he thought she'd found a way out and he panicked but then he saw her eyes trailing over his own body and he automatically felt himself blush.
He would have been embarrassed except that when she looked up and saw him looking so red, so flustered, she opened her mouth to speak, "Vaughn," it was uttered, whispered, shaky and proof she was about to fall.
He took his chance, regaining composure with confidence and shook his head. "No," he paused watching her falling further, her eyes wide as she heard him, but then he finished his sentence, the effect electric, "Call me Michael."
And that was the end of her, damn him for it, but that was it, three little words and she was gone, over the edge, under the water, into the fire, whatever, she gave up for the first time and she was happy to. She fell into him before dragging him backwards as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life, into the fence, looking him in the eyes, but still keeping her dignity and not letting him kiss her right away.
Vaughn just grinned at her, her sudden movements catching him off guard and now he found himself held roughly right in front of her, and she was smiling at him, not kissing him, just beaming as her eyes grabbed his and she looked at him. She was still stalling so he soon had his hands on her hips, not snaked around her, not yet; he decided to save that for later.
Sydney knew exactly what she wanted; she wanted two things in a specific order. The second was Vaughn and the first was something easy, something simple to give but difficult to find. Something innocent and quick but that lasted a lifetime, and she wanted it now, she wanted it before Vaughn. Her eyes narrowed, asking him with her mind, half hoping that he would be able to understand but still shocked when he did.
Vaughn looked her over, wondering how to do this, wanting her to remember for ever, knowing this was important to her as it was to him and eventually he just decided to say it, simple, sweet and with so much meaning. He swallowed, and smiled, looking, it appeared, to be a tad nervous. "Sydney," he began, his voice smooth and low but becoming higher with realisation at just how badly he meant it, "I love you."
Dear god, he was going to kill her, he was perfect in that moment, somehow he reminded her of a poet and she was propelled to just kiss him, but something stopped her, wanting her to think before acting and soon enough she was grinning at him again, his face still bright with joy. "Vaughn," his expression changed to mock anger and she grinned, "Michael." It was a wonderful name, she knew it was a wonderful name, always had, but right now both of them thought it was brilliant. She smiled again and held his gaze, "I love you too."
And then it was over, they'd said it and Sydney had only one thing left to obtain and he was standing right in front of her, ready to be taken. So she tightened her arms, forcing his head closer and down until she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She became serious and leaned in, feeling him move towards her at the same time. And then their lips met, softly at first, just pressed together for what felt like the first time.
But then, Vaughn let his hands wind around her waist and pulled her to him, one hand resting on the small of her back, the other going up to hr neck where it proceeded to push her lips harder against his until they opened and the kiss became all the more passionate as their tongues duelled silently, Sydney eventually breaking the kiss as she began to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. They grinned at each other, the entire situation coming at them as they realised just what had happened, just how free they were all of a sudden and how good it felt.
The kiss had been for both electric, tiny impulses that ran through their bodies gathering and making them feel hot and naturally high. It wasn't long before they were moving back in, oxygen levels back up and energy doubled. They kissed again and again, Vaughn finally unravelling his arms and cradling her cheeks with them, looking deeply into her eyes as she just breathed heavily, still smiling like an idiot but not caring.
"Now what?" Sydney asked, Vaughn just grinned, his hands returning to her waist, shrugging as he leaned in and kissed along her jaw line. Sydney smiled and let her body fall back against the fence. She sighed, not holding back as his lips travelled back down her neck and along the hollow to the blue top, a hand left her waist and landed on her shoulder. He kissed her, exaggerating it with a long lick that felt good and made her giggle at the same time.
She could feel him pulling the sleeve down her arm until the top was dangling from one arm, the other totally exposed. She looked over and saw him nibbling, quite affectionately, on her shoulder, she closed her eyes and moaned, the sound music to his ears and his lips departed from her skin. She opened her eyes, looked dismayed until the other hand reached around to hold her own hand up in the air. She looked at him, questioningly for a moment and he answered by gently holding the hand to his mouth.
His lips skimmed over the knuckles before turning back and laying kisses at the base of each finger. It felt better than she ever could have imagined, he was so tender and precise that each time his lips made contact it was an entirely new and better experience. He was soon kissing his way up her arm, back to her shoulder where he stopped, resting his chin there and looking at her carefully.
She looked at him, amused at the expression that her eyes met with; it was so unlike what she'd expected of him as it reminded her of a puppy, desperate for a pat. She just grinned as he stopped there and leaned the inch to where she could easily kiss his lips, not passionately this time, just in a nice, subtle way. She leaned back out, continuing to face him, but moving her head back on her neck as his lips, so close was too much of a temptation.
"We can't stay here forever..." it was a sad little sentence as she realised it was still going to have to be a relationship had only in a dusty warehouse.
Vaughn just smiled at her, shaking his head, the day old stubble catching at her skin and tickling it. "Hypothetically, I'm still allowed over to your house. Neither Devlin nor your father ever said anything about me not being allowed back over," he smiled suggestively.
Sydney just pushed him off her shoulder playfully, "Separate cars?" He nodded and pulled out a mobile, she grinned remembering how the entire fiasco had begun, "Mobile again?"
He nodded, grinning that grin that made her melt. "I'll call you," he turned and made for the exit, a new sparkle in his eyes and an extra bounce in his step. Vaughn made his way out to his car and got in, He waited a moment, perfectly happy with the events of the day and looked out at the view. It wasn't great, but it showed the city below and while it was sort of foggy, dog crap would have looked good to him just then. He turned the key in the ignition and was ready to drive off when eh saw Sydney running out waving her hands around and laughing at herself.
He turned the engine off and stuck his head out the window, "What?" His voice was cheerful but confused.
She stopped at the car, not tired at all from her short run and explained, "I just remembered, dad drove me here so I can't get home." Vaughn looked around, questioningly, and saw no car.
"Doesn't it seem a little weird that he didn't think of the fact that now we're stuck here?" Vaughn sounded confused, knowing that Jack would have thought of this and then his cell rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, looking at Sydney, slightly freaked out. "Vaughn."
Sydney couldn't help herself and grinned as she whispered, "Michael," under her breath. She listened carefully, moving her head into his car and putting her ear as close to the phone as she could get.
She heard her father's voice, "It's Jack here, Agent Vaughn, Sydney can catch a ride home in your car, the roads have been staked out and there's no way that you can be seen together without me knowing when, where and by whom. Get Sydney to direct you straight home, no back roads." He paused, and Vaughn would hear him taking a breath, about to say something, but then the line went dead.
He just looked at Sydney, who had obviously heard most of the conversation as well. He grinned and told her, "Come on then, get in."
She smiled and walked around to the other door, she climbed in and sat down, doing up her seat belt and admiring the tidiness of the car until she turned around and found the floor littered with papers and the odd coke can. "Nice car," she commented as Vaughn started it up again and drove out of the quadrangle.
He kept his eyes on the road, but answered her, "Yeah, I know. Thank you Central Intelligence Agency." For a minute Sydney thought he meant the car, but then she realised he meant something else entirely.
Okay, well, that's it, basically. Sad to see it go. But hey, means I can start another one now. One last question, please review, just to tell me whether you liked the ending and also I'm thinking of a one chapter epilogue, no Sydney or Vaughn but Jack going and having a talk to Irina. It's totally up to you, if you rather I left it here, I would, but if you want me to explain how exactly Jack organised everything and see a little conversation between him and his wife, tell me now and I'll have it up in a couple of days. I'd like to thank every single person who reviewed, it meant a lot to me, kept me going, and I can't wait to see what you all though of the ending. So read, review, go read my others.
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
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: Special thank you to Samantha for proofing this. It's all over, this is it unless you want an epilogue? I've loved writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review my ending and tell me if you want the epilogue, it won't have Syd or Vaughn, it'll be a conversation between Jack and Irina. Anyways, yes thank you for reviewing and I hope you like it.
Chapter Sixteen
Both of them were short of breath, both of them were looking deeply into the others eyes, but neither made a move. Vaughn had been sure he'd done enough, that when he moved back, she would just fall into his arms and that would be that but Sydney was still holding on, by a finger, trying to force her body to act as a dead weight and just stood there, hoping he came to her within the second because she was sure as hell she couldn't hold on for any longer.
Vaughn just stared at her, grabbing at the ground with his feet, listening to his own breathing and the beating he swore he could hear coming from his chest. He swallowed; he could see her falling apart and would have felt bad if he hadn't already known how much better this was going to be now that he had played with her for a few minutes. He watched her, eyes narrowing as he saw her eyes sliding away from his, for a moment he thought she'd found a way out and he panicked but then he saw her eyes trailing over his own body and he automatically felt himself blush.
He would have been embarrassed except that when she looked up and saw him looking so red, so flustered, she opened her mouth to speak, "Vaughn," it was uttered, whispered, shaky and proof she was about to fall.
He took his chance, regaining composure with confidence and shook his head. "No," he paused watching her falling further, her eyes wide as she heard him, but then he finished his sentence, the effect electric, "Call me Michael."
And that was the end of her, damn him for it, but that was it, three little words and she was gone, over the edge, under the water, into the fire, whatever, she gave up for the first time and she was happy to. She fell into him before dragging him backwards as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life, into the fence, looking him in the eyes, but still keeping her dignity and not letting him kiss her right away.
Vaughn just grinned at her, her sudden movements catching him off guard and now he found himself held roughly right in front of her, and she was smiling at him, not kissing him, just beaming as her eyes grabbed his and she looked at him. She was still stalling so he soon had his hands on her hips, not snaked around her, not yet; he decided to save that for later.
Sydney knew exactly what she wanted; she wanted two things in a specific order. The second was Vaughn and the first was something easy, something simple to give but difficult to find. Something innocent and quick but that lasted a lifetime, and she wanted it now, she wanted it before Vaughn. Her eyes narrowed, asking him with her mind, half hoping that he would be able to understand but still shocked when he did.
Vaughn looked her over, wondering how to do this, wanting her to remember for ever, knowing this was important to her as it was to him and eventually he just decided to say it, simple, sweet and with so much meaning. He swallowed, and smiled, looking, it appeared, to be a tad nervous. "Sydney," he began, his voice smooth and low but becoming higher with realisation at just how badly he meant it, "I love you."
Dear god, he was going to kill her, he was perfect in that moment, somehow he reminded her of a poet and she was propelled to just kiss him, but something stopped her, wanting her to think before acting and soon enough she was grinning at him again, his face still bright with joy. "Vaughn," his expression changed to mock anger and she grinned, "Michael." It was a wonderful name, she knew it was a wonderful name, always had, but right now both of them thought it was brilliant. She smiled again and held his gaze, "I love you too."
And then it was over, they'd said it and Sydney had only one thing left to obtain and he was standing right in front of her, ready to be taken. So she tightened her arms, forcing his head closer and down until she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She became serious and leaned in, feeling him move towards her at the same time. And then their lips met, softly at first, just pressed together for what felt like the first time.
But then, Vaughn let his hands wind around her waist and pulled her to him, one hand resting on the small of her back, the other going up to hr neck where it proceeded to push her lips harder against his until they opened and the kiss became all the more passionate as their tongues duelled silently, Sydney eventually breaking the kiss as she began to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. They grinned at each other, the entire situation coming at them as they realised just what had happened, just how free they were all of a sudden and how good it felt.
The kiss had been for both electric, tiny impulses that ran through their bodies gathering and making them feel hot and naturally high. It wasn't long before they were moving back in, oxygen levels back up and energy doubled. They kissed again and again, Vaughn finally unravelling his arms and cradling her cheeks with them, looking deeply into her eyes as she just breathed heavily, still smiling like an idiot but not caring.
"Now what?" Sydney asked, Vaughn just grinned, his hands returning to her waist, shrugging as he leaned in and kissed along her jaw line. Sydney smiled and let her body fall back against the fence. She sighed, not holding back as his lips travelled back down her neck and along the hollow to the blue top, a hand left her waist and landed on her shoulder. He kissed her, exaggerating it with a long lick that felt good and made her giggle at the same time.
She could feel him pulling the sleeve down her arm until the top was dangling from one arm, the other totally exposed. She looked over and saw him nibbling, quite affectionately, on her shoulder, she closed her eyes and moaned, the sound music to his ears and his lips departed from her skin. She opened her eyes, looked dismayed until the other hand reached around to hold her own hand up in the air. She looked at him, questioningly for a moment and he answered by gently holding the hand to his mouth.
His lips skimmed over the knuckles before turning back and laying kisses at the base of each finger. It felt better than she ever could have imagined, he was so tender and precise that each time his lips made contact it was an entirely new and better experience. He was soon kissing his way up her arm, back to her shoulder where he stopped, resting his chin there and looking at her carefully.
She looked at him, amused at the expression that her eyes met with; it was so unlike what she'd expected of him as it reminded her of a puppy, desperate for a pat. She just grinned as he stopped there and leaned the inch to where she could easily kiss his lips, not passionately this time, just in a nice, subtle way. She leaned back out, continuing to face him, but moving her head back on her neck as his lips, so close was too much of a temptation.
"We can't stay here forever..." it was a sad little sentence as she realised it was still going to have to be a relationship had only in a dusty warehouse.
Vaughn just smiled at her, shaking his head, the day old stubble catching at her skin and tickling it. "Hypothetically, I'm still allowed over to your house. Neither Devlin nor your father ever said anything about me not being allowed back over," he smiled suggestively.
Sydney just pushed him off her shoulder playfully, "Separate cars?" He nodded and pulled out a mobile, she grinned remembering how the entire fiasco had begun, "Mobile again?"
He nodded, grinning that grin that made her melt. "I'll call you," he turned and made for the exit, a new sparkle in his eyes and an extra bounce in his step. Vaughn made his way out to his car and got in, He waited a moment, perfectly happy with the events of the day and looked out at the view. It wasn't great, but it showed the city below and while it was sort of foggy, dog crap would have looked good to him just then. He turned the key in the ignition and was ready to drive off when eh saw Sydney running out waving her hands around and laughing at herself.
He turned the engine off and stuck his head out the window, "What?" His voice was cheerful but confused.
She stopped at the car, not tired at all from her short run and explained, "I just remembered, dad drove me here so I can't get home." Vaughn looked around, questioningly, and saw no car.
"Doesn't it seem a little weird that he didn't think of the fact that now we're stuck here?" Vaughn sounded confused, knowing that Jack would have thought of this and then his cell rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, looking at Sydney, slightly freaked out. "Vaughn."
Sydney couldn't help herself and grinned as she whispered, "Michael," under her breath. She listened carefully, moving her head into his car and putting her ear as close to the phone as she could get.
She heard her father's voice, "It's Jack here, Agent Vaughn, Sydney can catch a ride home in your car, the roads have been staked out and there's no way that you can be seen together without me knowing when, where and by whom. Get Sydney to direct you straight home, no back roads." He paused, and Vaughn would hear him taking a breath, about to say something, but then the line went dead.
He just looked at Sydney, who had obviously heard most of the conversation as well. He grinned and told her, "Come on then, get in."
She smiled and walked around to the other door, she climbed in and sat down, doing up her seat belt and admiring the tidiness of the car until she turned around and found the floor littered with papers and the odd coke can. "Nice car," she commented as Vaughn started it up again and drove out of the quadrangle.
He kept his eyes on the road, but answered her, "Yeah, I know. Thank you Central Intelligence Agency." For a minute Sydney thought he meant the car, but then she realised he meant something else entirely.
Okay, well, that's it, basically. Sad to see it go. But hey, means I can start another one now. One last question, please review, just to tell me whether you liked the ending and also I'm thinking of a one chapter epilogue, no Sydney or Vaughn but Jack going and having a talk to Irina. It's totally up to you, if you rather I left it here, I would, but if you want me to explain how exactly Jack organised everything and see a little conversation between him and his wife, tell me now and I'll have it up in a couple of days. I'd like to thank every single person who reviewed, it meant a lot to me, kept me going, and I can't wait to see what you all though of the ending. So read, review, go read my others.