Hey Ya'll... I promised I'd update in the next couple days, and whaddaya know! Here's an update. So dare I ask what you all thought of Sunday's post-Super Bowl Ep? Because I could keel over and die right now, and I'd die a happy S/V shipper. The only appropriate words are "oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I'm going to be on an Alias high for months now! Too bad about Francie, though. I'm sad :( And yet, so happy. I can't wait to see what the plans are for the show from here on out! I'm very glad that J.J. didn't pull a Mulder/Scully thing with the unresolved sexual tension for years on end (anyone who was an M/S shipper will know what I'm talking about). Anyways... sorry. I'm rambling. Here's the next part of the story. I'm looking to wrap this baby up pretty soon, since I'm losing inspiration and time at a monumental rate :( Read and review pleeeeeease :)
Breakfast
By the time Vaughn got back several minutes later, I had dragged myself from the comfort of his couch and had started to rummage through Vaughn's kitchen cabinets for something to eat.
As the front door opened, I glanced away from my search momentarily, watching, amused, as Donovan walked across the room and immediately plopped down on the sofa, exhausted by his short outdoor adventure. I smiled at Vaughn, gesturing to his cabinets as he hung up Donovan's leash.
"I'm hungry," I said, shifting my focus back to his cupboards.
"You are, are you?" He asked, moving behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I giggled, a sound that obviously amused Vaughn as he chuckled behind me.
"I could get used to this," I said softly, leaning my head back against his chest so I could see him better.
"Mmmhmm," he replied, kissing me softly on my cheek, and pulling me closer to him. I grinned, spinning around in his arms, my face centimeters from his. "You're amazing, Syd," he said softly.
"So are you," I replied, as he lowered his lips to mine for a lingering, and very passionate, kiss. Eventually, we pulled back, breathless.
"I'm never going to get tired of that," Vaughn whispered, his voice rough. I sighed happily.
"Me neither." I looked up at him, at his sparkling green eyes, and again realized how much I loved this man. I found myself overcome by a wave of tenderness, and I reached up, brushing my hand along his stubbled cheek, pleased as he leaned his face gently into my hand. "I love you so much," I whispered. "So much I can't even begin to describe it to you."
He grinned broadly, pleased by my heartfelt words.
"I know exactly what you mean," he replied quietly, "and the feeling's mutual." He bent down, kissing me again.
"You know," I said breathlessly, having pulled away after several long minutes. "I would love you even more if you'd fix me some breakfast."
He laughed. "Always thinking with your stomach," he replied. I smacked him lightly on the arm as he headed to the refrigerator, pulling out several eggs and some juice. "You know," he continued. "It's really more like lunch. You've slept away half the day already."
"Hey," I replied, feigning offense. "I was awake before you were! And besides, this is the latest I've slept in almost two years."
"A good point," he said, smiling at me as he scrambled the eggs.
* * * * *
We sat down about half an hour later, full plates in front of us. I dug in, not even bothering to be embarrassed at my less than perfect table manners. I hadn't eaten in way too long, as far as I was concerned. Every so often, I stopped eating to glance up at Vaughn, whose stomach also seemed to be dictating his actions at the moment. I laughed to myself, realizing how normal the whole situation was. Eating breakfast with my boyfriend. Boyfriend. The thought made me giggle, prompting Vaughn to look up at me.
"What?" He asked, forehead characteristically furrowed.
"Nothing," I replied, trying to hide a smile. He continued to watch me, amused. Despite my best efforts to hold it back, I giggled again.
"C'mon Syd," Vaughn whined. "What's funny?"
I looked at him, trying to look serious. "Well, I was just thinking," I paused.
"Yes..." Vaughn said, prompting me to continue.
"Are we dating now?" I asked, no longer able to hold back my smile. He chuckled.
"You know," he said, "I think that we are."
I smiled, directing my attention back to my eggs, a smile still plastered on my face.
"So what are your plans for the day?" Vaughn asked, after finishing his meal.
"Well," I said, thinking. "It's my last day of vacation, so I was thinking I'd hang out with Francie and Will, maybe go to the beach or something." I sensed Vaughn's disappointment immediately. "But then again..." he perked back up at my words. "I see Francie almost every day, and Will's been pretty busy with his new job."
Vaughn glanced up at me, his eye's hopeful.
"Well," I continued, smiling at his expression. "Would you mind if I stayed here and hung out with you?"
A smile blossomed on his face, and he didn't even bother to try and hide his relief. Soon, days like today would be rare, and extremely precious.
"I would definitely not mind," he replied, grabbing my hand across the table.
"What were your plans for the day?" I asked.
"Well, nothing that exciting," he said. "There's a Kings game on at two."
"Great," I replied, glancing at my watch. "That gives us about an hour to kill. Any ideas?" I looked back up at him, surprised at the glint in his eyes.
"I could think of a few things," he replied, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I laughed.
"I'm sure you can," I said, watching him get up from the table, my hand still in his.
"Come here," he said softly, pulling me up from my chair.
"Agent Vaughn," I said, trying to act serious. "Your actions might just be against CIA protocol." He chuckled.
"Who the Hell cares," he whispered, as his lips crashed against mine.
* * * * *
Later that day, we sat cuddled on his couch, the Kings game playing on the TV in front of us. I sat, my back resting against Vaughn's chest, stroking his fingers as he tried to concentrate on the game. I still couldn't believe how far we had come in just two weeks. And yet, somehow, it all made sense to me. It all fit.
We were going to be faced with some of the hardest times of our lives in the next few weeks, months, years. Our days weren't going to be spent watching hockey games and movies. I wouldn't be able to see him, talk to him, and kiss him as much as I wanted.
The thought was saddening, but it made the days we had spent together that much more special.
And more importantly, it gave me something to look forward to.
To dream about.
To hold out hope for.
That one day, we can really be together.
Well, I'm thinking that this may be the end of the story, unless people really hate it for some reason. I hope that you don't hate it. I kinda liked it. Well, let me know what you think. I may write a sequel to it at some point... when they're back at work, perhaps. Who knows. You guys have been great with the reviews! They mean a lot to me, really. If you'd ever like to read any of my other stories (I've got one for Dark Angel, a couple for the X-Files, and one that I just made up myself) I would really appreciate having someone give me constructive criticism. Especially on the one not based on TV, since that story came completely from my mind. I would seriously like someone to tell me if it's good, bad, ugly, etc… since my friends always tell me it's good, because they're my friends :) So, if ANYONE would like to read these, my email address is adele1013@email.com.
Also, this story can be archived, as long as you ask me first. Gracias!
Breakfast
By the time Vaughn got back several minutes later, I had dragged myself from the comfort of his couch and had started to rummage through Vaughn's kitchen cabinets for something to eat.
As the front door opened, I glanced away from my search momentarily, watching, amused, as Donovan walked across the room and immediately plopped down on the sofa, exhausted by his short outdoor adventure. I smiled at Vaughn, gesturing to his cabinets as he hung up Donovan's leash.
"I'm hungry," I said, shifting my focus back to his cupboards.
"You are, are you?" He asked, moving behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I giggled, a sound that obviously amused Vaughn as he chuckled behind me.
"I could get used to this," I said softly, leaning my head back against his chest so I could see him better.
"Mmmhmm," he replied, kissing me softly on my cheek, and pulling me closer to him. I grinned, spinning around in his arms, my face centimeters from his. "You're amazing, Syd," he said softly.
"So are you," I replied, as he lowered his lips to mine for a lingering, and very passionate, kiss. Eventually, we pulled back, breathless.
"I'm never going to get tired of that," Vaughn whispered, his voice rough. I sighed happily.
"Me neither." I looked up at him, at his sparkling green eyes, and again realized how much I loved this man. I found myself overcome by a wave of tenderness, and I reached up, brushing my hand along his stubbled cheek, pleased as he leaned his face gently into my hand. "I love you so much," I whispered. "So much I can't even begin to describe it to you."
He grinned broadly, pleased by my heartfelt words.
"I know exactly what you mean," he replied quietly, "and the feeling's mutual." He bent down, kissing me again.
"You know," I said breathlessly, having pulled away after several long minutes. "I would love you even more if you'd fix me some breakfast."
He laughed. "Always thinking with your stomach," he replied. I smacked him lightly on the arm as he headed to the refrigerator, pulling out several eggs and some juice. "You know," he continued. "It's really more like lunch. You've slept away half the day already."
"Hey," I replied, feigning offense. "I was awake before you were! And besides, this is the latest I've slept in almost two years."
"A good point," he said, smiling at me as he scrambled the eggs.
* * * * *
We sat down about half an hour later, full plates in front of us. I dug in, not even bothering to be embarrassed at my less than perfect table manners. I hadn't eaten in way too long, as far as I was concerned. Every so often, I stopped eating to glance up at Vaughn, whose stomach also seemed to be dictating his actions at the moment. I laughed to myself, realizing how normal the whole situation was. Eating breakfast with my boyfriend. Boyfriend. The thought made me giggle, prompting Vaughn to look up at me.
"What?" He asked, forehead characteristically furrowed.
"Nothing," I replied, trying to hide a smile. He continued to watch me, amused. Despite my best efforts to hold it back, I giggled again.
"C'mon Syd," Vaughn whined. "What's funny?"
I looked at him, trying to look serious. "Well, I was just thinking," I paused.
"Yes..." Vaughn said, prompting me to continue.
"Are we dating now?" I asked, no longer able to hold back my smile. He chuckled.
"You know," he said, "I think that we are."
I smiled, directing my attention back to my eggs, a smile still plastered on my face.
"So what are your plans for the day?" Vaughn asked, after finishing his meal.
"Well," I said, thinking. "It's my last day of vacation, so I was thinking I'd hang out with Francie and Will, maybe go to the beach or something." I sensed Vaughn's disappointment immediately. "But then again..." he perked back up at my words. "I see Francie almost every day, and Will's been pretty busy with his new job."
Vaughn glanced up at me, his eye's hopeful.
"Well," I continued, smiling at his expression. "Would you mind if I stayed here and hung out with you?"
A smile blossomed on his face, and he didn't even bother to try and hide his relief. Soon, days like today would be rare, and extremely precious.
"I would definitely not mind," he replied, grabbing my hand across the table.
"What were your plans for the day?" I asked.
"Well, nothing that exciting," he said. "There's a Kings game on at two."
"Great," I replied, glancing at my watch. "That gives us about an hour to kill. Any ideas?" I looked back up at him, surprised at the glint in his eyes.
"I could think of a few things," he replied, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I laughed.
"I'm sure you can," I said, watching him get up from the table, my hand still in his.
"Come here," he said softly, pulling me up from my chair.
"Agent Vaughn," I said, trying to act serious. "Your actions might just be against CIA protocol." He chuckled.
"Who the Hell cares," he whispered, as his lips crashed against mine.
* * * * *
Later that day, we sat cuddled on his couch, the Kings game playing on the TV in front of us. I sat, my back resting against Vaughn's chest, stroking his fingers as he tried to concentrate on the game. I still couldn't believe how far we had come in just two weeks. And yet, somehow, it all made sense to me. It all fit.
We were going to be faced with some of the hardest times of our lives in the next few weeks, months, years. Our days weren't going to be spent watching hockey games and movies. I wouldn't be able to see him, talk to him, and kiss him as much as I wanted.
The thought was saddening, but it made the days we had spent together that much more special.
And more importantly, it gave me something to look forward to.
To dream about.
To hold out hope for.
That one day, we can really be together.
Well, I'm thinking that this may be the end of the story, unless people really hate it for some reason. I hope that you don't hate it. I kinda liked it. Well, let me know what you think. I may write a sequel to it at some point... when they're back at work, perhaps. Who knows. You guys have been great with the reviews! They mean a lot to me, really. If you'd ever like to read any of my other stories (I've got one for Dark Angel, a couple for the X-Files, and one that I just made up myself) I would really appreciate having someone give me constructive criticism. Especially on the one not based on TV, since that story came completely from my mind. I would seriously like someone to tell me if it's good, bad, ugly, etc… since my friends always tell me it's good, because they're my friends :) So, if ANYONE would like to read these, my email address is adele1013@email.com.
Also, this story can be archived, as long as you ask me first. Gracias!