The car snaked its way through the Capital City being conspicuous in
a way that warranted itself to furtiveness. Sydney studied the features of
the landscapes and buildings from her spot on Vaughn's chest, watching as
the tan buildings with no sense of foundation spread outward in an endless
vista of monotony. Soon, however they were into the more attractive part of
town, created for the sole purpose of tourism and dignitaries who chose not
to live in the essence of Addis Ababa. As was so common in the style of the
CIA they were staying in a modern and overly extravagant hotel just the
place that two young lovebirds would stay while pretending to see the
world.
As the car slowed to a stop Vaughn opened the door and gave Sydney a hand out of the car, a custom though both new that it was not needed. The hotel was immense, towering above their heads, a massive imposition of America in a place that needed no such thing. The attendant carried their bags in, even though there were only two of then, they packed always the minimum, and Vaughn brought his head close to Sydney's and their lips brushed, if only momentarily, before entering the hotel.
Sydney and Vaughn walked up to the counter to check in, his arm draped across her shoulders and hers placed in the small of his back, tracing soothing little circles with her fingers invisible to all who were watching. They were checked in quickly, the less time the spent out in the open without a clear purpose the better, which, in Vaughn's eyes, worked out pretty well for him. They walked through their hall and up to their room, 1147, seemingly without a care in the world; they pulled off being impervious to all around very well, even though Sydney was seeing every detail.
They entered the room through a large wooden door, and its sturdiness let little sound through, an aspect they hoped was shared for the rest of the room, especially since Jack was staying above them and Vaughn was a little afraid that he might torture him for sleeping with his daughter. The first thing that caught the eye was a large four-poster bed with a light beige comforter and striped white sheets. There was a large wooden armoire which housed the obligatory TV, as well as drawers and an extra compartment that the CIA had put in, just for them. There was a couch and a desk, with an internet component, which Sydney was already using to hook up the lap top. Finally there was the closet and bathroom, right across from each other, the latter with a large Jacuzzi style tub in addition to the standard amenities.
They unpacked quickly, in virtual silence, and when Sydney opened the door to the closet a broad smile spread across her face.
"Michael, come here," she said, as she opened the other door to the closet. He crossed the room and peered inside the closet which house a tux for him and a beautiful long red strapless dress for her.
"Try it on," he said, more for his own benefit than for hers. Sydney quickly got out of the tight jeans and black halter top she was wearing as the classic American tourist outfit and slipped on the red dress. It flowed around her, showing every curve and every perfect muscle in her body, but not too tight as to show off anything Vaughn wanted to keep to himself. His sharp intake of air let Sydney know that he enjoyed it, very much.
"You like it," she asked, just looking for some reassurance.
"I think it is amazing, you look.breathtaking," he replied as he stepped that one step needed and the pressed his lips to her own. After a few seconds of the passionate embrace she pulled away.
"Maybe I should take off the dress before anything happens to it," she said. Vaughn laughed.
"I think that might be a good idea," he said. "How about I run us a bath?"
"That would be amazing," Sydney replied. "I love baths and I am feeling a little tense from the trip."
"Well, let's see if we can take care of that," Vaughn called from the bathroom, where the water was running, just slightly muffling his voice. Sydney took off the dress and did not bother to put back on her other clothes and walked to the bathroom to join Michael.
Michael, she though, my Michael, and a smile spread across her lips. She walked into the bathroom where Vaughn was looking for some bubble bath and silently put her hands around his waist and pressed her body up against his. She breathed in, taking in his scent and feeling the heat rising off his body, even through his shirt. Vaughn turned around and could not stop staring at her body, with only black lingerie on, pressed against his own, her head leaning in the crook of his neck. She gave him a peck on the cheek as she slowly took of the rest of her clothes and slipped slowly into the bath, smiling to herself because of the look on Michael's face. His jaw could not have been lower. He frantically removed his shirt and pants in an effort to get into the tub with her. When he had gotten in Sydney slowly moved over to him and kissed him slowly while running her fingers through his hair and over his wet body. He wanted to stay like this as long as possible.
As the car slowed to a stop Vaughn opened the door and gave Sydney a hand out of the car, a custom though both new that it was not needed. The hotel was immense, towering above their heads, a massive imposition of America in a place that needed no such thing. The attendant carried their bags in, even though there were only two of then, they packed always the minimum, and Vaughn brought his head close to Sydney's and their lips brushed, if only momentarily, before entering the hotel.
Sydney and Vaughn walked up to the counter to check in, his arm draped across her shoulders and hers placed in the small of his back, tracing soothing little circles with her fingers invisible to all who were watching. They were checked in quickly, the less time the spent out in the open without a clear purpose the better, which, in Vaughn's eyes, worked out pretty well for him. They walked through their hall and up to their room, 1147, seemingly without a care in the world; they pulled off being impervious to all around very well, even though Sydney was seeing every detail.
They entered the room through a large wooden door, and its sturdiness let little sound through, an aspect they hoped was shared for the rest of the room, especially since Jack was staying above them and Vaughn was a little afraid that he might torture him for sleeping with his daughter. The first thing that caught the eye was a large four-poster bed with a light beige comforter and striped white sheets. There was a large wooden armoire which housed the obligatory TV, as well as drawers and an extra compartment that the CIA had put in, just for them. There was a couch and a desk, with an internet component, which Sydney was already using to hook up the lap top. Finally there was the closet and bathroom, right across from each other, the latter with a large Jacuzzi style tub in addition to the standard amenities.
They unpacked quickly, in virtual silence, and when Sydney opened the door to the closet a broad smile spread across her face.
"Michael, come here," she said, as she opened the other door to the closet. He crossed the room and peered inside the closet which house a tux for him and a beautiful long red strapless dress for her.
"Try it on," he said, more for his own benefit than for hers. Sydney quickly got out of the tight jeans and black halter top she was wearing as the classic American tourist outfit and slipped on the red dress. It flowed around her, showing every curve and every perfect muscle in her body, but not too tight as to show off anything Vaughn wanted to keep to himself. His sharp intake of air let Sydney know that he enjoyed it, very much.
"You like it," she asked, just looking for some reassurance.
"I think it is amazing, you look.breathtaking," he replied as he stepped that one step needed and the pressed his lips to her own. After a few seconds of the passionate embrace she pulled away.
"Maybe I should take off the dress before anything happens to it," she said. Vaughn laughed.
"I think that might be a good idea," he said. "How about I run us a bath?"
"That would be amazing," Sydney replied. "I love baths and I am feeling a little tense from the trip."
"Well, let's see if we can take care of that," Vaughn called from the bathroom, where the water was running, just slightly muffling his voice. Sydney took off the dress and did not bother to put back on her other clothes and walked to the bathroom to join Michael.
Michael, she though, my Michael, and a smile spread across her lips. She walked into the bathroom where Vaughn was looking for some bubble bath and silently put her hands around his waist and pressed her body up against his. She breathed in, taking in his scent and feeling the heat rising off his body, even through his shirt. Vaughn turned around and could not stop staring at her body, with only black lingerie on, pressed against his own, her head leaning in the crook of his neck. She gave him a peck on the cheek as she slowly took of the rest of her clothes and slipped slowly into the bath, smiling to herself because of the look on Michael's face. His jaw could not have been lower. He frantically removed his shirt and pants in an effort to get into the tub with her. When he had gotten in Sydney slowly moved over to him and kissed him slowly while running her fingers through his hair and over his wet body. He wanted to stay like this as long as possible.