The Hitchhiker
Sark stopped at a more or less deserted gas station about halfway along their journey to fill up the tank. He parked at a pump and got out. Sydney had woke up and decided to come inside with him. She tugged her wallet from her pocket and bought some bottled water as Sark paid the cashier for the gas.
He went back out and opened the fuel door, then began pumping the gas. Sydney leaned against the driver's side door of the car and drank some water.
Sark checked his watch to find that several minutes had gone by and he'd only managed to pump a few gallons. He grunted and Sydney giggled.
You find this humorous? Sark asked, trying to sound rude. It didn't work because Sydney noticed the twinkle in his eye.
she said with a grin.
Okay, then how about you come over here and hold this thing in place, Sark suggested.
Sydney sighed and smiled a little. All right, fine. She set her water bottle on top of the car and walked over and grasped the handle.
Sark leaned against the car about a foot away from Sydney. Having fun? he asked after a few minutes had gone by and only a few more gallons had been added.
The time of my life, Sydney said with a grin.
I'm glad, Sark told her, returning the grin.
A bit of a breeze picked up and Sydney's hair flew in her face. She ran a hand through her mop and tucked a few strands behind her ear.
Damn it, she muttered, as she tried to use her free hand to keep her hair out of her eyes.
Let me see, Sark said softly.
He straightened up and reached his hands to her face. He brushed her hair away from her face and rested a palm on her cheek. He ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair gently before reaching that hand up to frame her face. He looked far into her eyes before closing his own and leaning in.
Sark planted his lips on Sydney's and they kissed with an incredible sense of urgency. Sydney reached her free hand behind Sark's head and ran her fingers through his hair. She was relieved to hear the click indicating the tank was full, and she quickly removed the hose from the tank and set it back in its cradle. She brought her other hand up to Sark's cheek and they continued to kiss. Sark wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her closer to him so that their bodies were touching ever so slightly. He combed his fingers through Sydney's hair and rested a hand on Sydney's waist. Sydney slid her fingertips along Sark's neck then slid them back up into his hair.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. Sydney took one look at Sark before pressing him against the car and melding her lips against his. She was almost surprised at how much she wanted and needed this to happen. Sark wrapped both of his arms around her and pulled her against him as the kiss continued.
It ended a few moments later, and Sark was still holding Sydney close to him. He relished the feeling of her body against his. Sydney had her arms around his neck and she leaned her head against his chest. Sark rested his chin atop Sydney's head and hugged her tightly.
She smiled. So this is what you meant by the we'll make it work.'
Sark kissed the top of her head. Yeah, I think it is.
Sydney giggled and huddled closer to Sark, who tightened his hold on her as they continued to lean against the car in the middle of seemingly nowhere.
We should probably get going, Sark whispered into her hair.
Just a few more minutes, Sydney whispered back.
Sark smiled and kissed the top of her head again. He felt his eyes begin to close just as Sydney separated from him. She reached a hand to his cheek and kissed him before walking around to the passenger's side and climbing into the car.
Sark climbed in the driver's side and started the engine.
Hey wait, Sydney began, want me to drive?
You can if you want, Sark told her.
Sydney thought for a moment. Yeah, I think I do. She flashed him a grin and got out to walked around to the driver's side.
Sark had gotten out and walked around to the passenger's side. He got in and closed the door as Sydney climbed in. She put the car in drive and they were off.
A couple hours later, and they were driving past a Welcome to Las Vegas sign.
Where's the hitchhiker? Sydney asked in a worried tone.
Sark glanced around. He should be in this area. I'm sure we'll catch up to him soon.
Sydney nodded and reached for Sark's hand.
I think that's him, Sark said, pointing to a man on the side of the road about thirty feet in front of them. He squeezed Sydney's hand gently.
Sydney slowed down and pulled over on the side of the road. Sark rolled down his window and the man, hidden by a hooded jacket walked up to them. He immediately produced a badge of which neither Sydney nor Sark got a good look. They both stepped out of the car and stood by the man, who removed his hood after a moment.
Sydney gasped in shock.