AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE MIDDLE SCENE, IN ITALICS, IS KIND OF R. YOU CAN SKIP IT IF YOU WANT TO.
What You Can't Have
By Cherry Blossom
Chapter 5
[apology]
*Los Angeles, California
A few days go by and Sydney recovers quickly. She has stopped crying in the middle of the day. But in order to achieve this "There's nothing wrong with me" goal, she locks herself inside the bathroom for long showers. Showers- not baths- so that the water can cover up the sound of her sobbing. Showers- not baths- so that when she steps out the tears will look identical to the water dripping from her hair.
She has avoided Will as well. After he had found out the truth, he had learned how to read her emotions. If he had found out about the thing between her and Sark…. After the discovery of Francie's death, he had changed into a more violent man, eager for an opportunity of revenge. He was not satisfied when Francie's double was killed three years ago. He was almost like an animal; he wanted Sark and Sloane to die, to watch them be tortured and suffer for what they had done to his life.
Suddenly her beeper announces someone is trying to reach her. Halfheartedly she looks at the screen and her heart falls to the bottom of her stomach as she sees its message-
Vaughn- Warehouse
It was their number. After SD-6 as wiped out, they started to date each other. When they wanted to rendezvous and found it inconvenient to use phones, they always paged each other with the warehouse message and met immediately at the warehouse. It was like a private joke, something the both of them enjoyed.
She recalls their first meeting. She was the one to come up with the message…
"Syd!"
She turns around and sees him jogging to her, forehead creased with worry. "What's wrong?"
She lets him into the gated area, and closes the gate slowly after he enters. "Nothing," she says quietly, and she looks up at him, brown eyes mischievous.
"Why did you page me then?"
She smiles, and wraps her arms around him, drawing him close. "I was just a bit lonely," she says seductively, unbuttoning his blue shirt one button at a time, sliding off his suit jacket. "I thought you could keep me company."
"Yeah?" he says, and he smiles, stroking her cheek.
"Yeah," she replies, and she slides off the shirt and takes off his undershirt. He's bare-chested, back against the table. She smiles and touches his muscled body. He is like a god, only attainable. She leans forward and kisses him, and their tongues collide. Passion bursts between them. He reaches for her and takes off the sweater she's wearing, and undoes her bra strap, all the while still kissing her.
She moans softly when she's realizes she is half naked, but begins running her hands up and down his chest. He moans and to tease him she breaks away; they're both breathing heavily. Frustrated he makes a grab for her, but she slaps his hands softly away. She undoes the buckle of his belt slowly, and pulls down his pants, revealing his boxers. She presses him closer and she can feel that he's getting harder by the moment, and laughing she sticks her hand in there and massages him a bit, squeezing his groin ever so softly, reaching to his tip to see if there is any moisture. It's there, and she rubs his tip slightly, applying pressure. Another drop squeezes out…Smiling she wipes it off with her finger and brings it to her mouth, suckling her finger. She returns her hand to where it was and rubs him harder.
"Syd," he groans. She can tell he's impatient, but decides to keep on teasing. She pulls his boxers down kneels, staring at him. Smiling she sticks out her tongue and licks him tentatively. She likes it and she does it again and again, swirling her tongue over the head. She hears him groan and chuckles to her self and sucks harder and he comes, just as expected.
He brings her up to height again. Suddenly he exchanges positions with her, and he takes off her pants and kisses her furiously. He takes off her panties quickly, amazed at how wet they are. He smiles and sets her on the table and he climbs on top of her. She's breathing hard and smiling. He takes his hand and plays with her, sticking a finger quickly up the center, pushing it in, out, in, out. She closes her eyes. "Oh God, don't stop Vaughn, not now." His eyes blaze with intensity and finally he draws out his finger, it's covered with her. Following her move before, he sticks it in his mouth and sucks. He looks at her again.
She laughs, this time giving in to his needs, letting him go inside her and take her for all she's worth.
When they are finished he looks at her and pulls her into a hug and whispers in her ear, "I love you."
She's not sure how to reply.
Her face turns white. The only time Vaughn uses that message other than to meet one of his or her "urges" was when something was really important…
But there is no point in avoiding him any longer. He knows where she lives, where she works, what she was like in the morning, her favorite foods, her ticklish spot. He knows all of that.
She sighs and tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and rises slowly.
*Self Storage Warehouse
Los Angeles, California
He's already here, as she had expected. His hands are shoved in his pockets, and his eyes stare at the ground. As the clicking of her high heels grow louder he looks up, surprised. "Sydney!" he exclaims, rushing to her side as soon as she's in the gated area, "are you okay?"
It's not the most intelligent way to start a conversation, she thinks, but she says nothing. Instead she looks at the hand he's placed on her shoulder, wishing it would let go.
"Syd…" he says softly, almost regretfully, "look, I shouldn't have been all nosy about what happened to you before…I'm sorry."
She licks her lips; they're dry with nevousness. "I accept your apology." She still doesn't dare to look at him.
He looks at her and sighs, frustrated. "What happened to us Syd?"
"I…I don't know," she responds.
He continues. "I mean, we're fine until this week. Something has happened to you, Sydney, and you just won't tell me. Why can't you tell me?"
She managed to lift her head up, and looks in his eyes as she speaks. "I….." Then she changes the subject. "Do you want us to break up?"
He stares at her, appalled and bewildered. "Of course not!" he replies, eyes wide with shock. "How could you say such a thing? I love you Sydney. I love you so much it hurts a lot to see you even talk with another guy. I thought you knew that." He stops to take in a breath. "What about you, Sydney? How do you feel about me?"
Author's Note: For those who are a bit confused, Sydney never really knew how she felt about Vaughn before. (in Chapter 2 she says she doesn't know how she feels about him). She never said "I love you" to him in the past either. So Vaughn is now thinking that he may have been her "fling"….god I love angst.