Will

"Sleep

I sleep everyday

Wipe the cobwebs away

I need to be loved

Christ

I'm out of my mind

I need to be loved

I need to be loved"

Starsailor, "Good Souls"

They moved together in seamless rhythm, their bodies fitting perfectly together. His thrusts were strong and fast, and he felt more and more at one with her as they moved. Moaning, panting, and thrusting became blurred together as he neared his finish."Oh God!" he cried out, inching closer to the peak. "Ohmigod! Oh Fran! I love you so much!" Beneath him, he heard her stifled moans. She gave no direct response, choosing instead to grind her hips closer to his as she neared her climax. They came together, a duet of ecstatic cries and religious pronouncements. He rolled off her and laid back, covered with a thick layer of sweat, luxuriating in the moment.

            It seemed like a blissful eternity, but Will finally managed to gather the strength back to his limbs. He propped himself on his left arm and looked down at Francie, who had already turned over and fallen asleep. 'Guess it tired her out.' he thought, feeling a surge of testosterone-fueled pride.  

He remained there for a moment, content to look down at her and remember what they had just shared. Finally, fatigue overcame him and he sank into the thick pillows, quickly falling asleep.

He was in Taipei again. He tried to move his arms but they were secured with handcuffs to the chair. The taste of blood made him nauseous and he could not even move his jaw to swallow. Then, Suit and Glasses came in. "Tell me, Mr. Tippen" he intoned breathily. "Who told you about the Circumference?" Will sat in the chair, stoically holding on to his control. "I told you already," he said, as even as he could. "I don't know a damn thing."

            Suit and Glasses seemed unphased by this. "Very well." he said. "Bring in the girl." Two guards appeared, dragging a limp figure who, Will could tell, was barely alive. Suit and Glasses walked over to her and lifted her head. Will closed his eyes. "No no no no no no." he half-chanted to himself, refusing to see who was before him."Come now, Mr. Tippen. You've been so brave until now." Suit and Glasses said mockingly. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little bloodied corpse."

            Will forced himself to look down at the figure. She was dressed all in black and had ridiculously red hair. "Sydney?" he whispered, terrified of being right. However, as the figure slowly became aware of her surroundings, she also seemed to recover her strength. Her head snapped up and with a vicious scream, she systematically beat down the guards. Then it was just her and Suit and Glasses, who was on his knees and crying like baby. "Please, spare me!" he snivelled.

            Sydney looked down at him, her chin raised nobly. "I shall, but just this once." she said. "Now, Will and I are going to leave and you will never torture another living being again." she ordered. "Yes, oh yes! Oh thank you, most merciful one!" he cried, hastily climbing to his feet. "Here are the keys to his handcuffs. I don't know who put them there. I told my lackeys to make him comfortable but you know how lackeys are! Always disobeying orders!" He rambled on as he thrust the tiny keys into her hands. "Now, go." she said haughtily. "And never let me see your ugly face again." Suit and Glasses started to ramble again, but thought the better of it when he saw the look in Sydney's eyes. "Going! Going, going, going...." his voice trailed off as he sped down the hallway.

            Finally, Sydney turned to him. Her eyes were full of concern as she uncuffled him. "You're going to be okay Will," she said soothingly. She helped him up and supported him down the hallway. "You'll never be in any danger again...." Sydney's voice faded and Will suddenly found himself in a very familiar place...

He was back at his old desk, the one at the newspaper. Everyone was rushing about, getting his or her stories ready. Will, however, sat still at his desk, reviewing the images from the satellite.

            Francie pulled up a chair beside him. "Did you have any trouble accessing the satellite?" she asked. "Was anyone suspicious?"

            Will turned to her, confused. "No." he said, "I use them in my reports. No one was suspicious." She smiled at him. "So what's the occasion, for coming to see me at work?" he asked. Through all the years that they had known each other, neither Sydney nor Will nor Francie had ever visited each other's workplaces. It was new, maybe something she wanted to do now that they were a couple, but Will wasn't about to question her.

            "What are you looking at?" she said, craning her neck to look at his computer. "Oh, nothing." he said, running his hand up her leg. She looked down and scowled, and he removed his hand. 'Guess she doesn't want to play out that whole sex in the office thing' he thought, feeling stung at her rejection.

            "Hey, wanna see something pretty cool?" he asked, trying to recover. "Sure." she said. Will pointed to the bottom right hand corner. "See these markings, X8471, GY983? They're the orbital location of the satellite and its operational controls."

            Francie smiled. "Really?" she said.

"Yeah." he replied. "Just one of the perks to working for the CIA." He had come to feel quite proud of his job and of himself.

            Francie smiled at him. "Well, I guess this means we'll have to do something special tonight." she said, her thin smile creasing the corners of her eyes in that adorable way Will loved. He leaned in, and kissed her passionately on the lips. She returned with equal ardour, and they soon found themselves rolling around the floor of Will's cubicle, a mad flurry of hands, mouths, and flying clothes. "3...2...1." Francie groaned as she came. Will let out a hard shudder and fell on top of her, completely satisfied.

"God," Will panted. "That was the best sex of my life." He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, but instead found himself wide awake. He looked down at Francie, sleeping peacefully beside him and smiled. 'I really do have a great life' he thought as he kissed her cheek. Francie murmured and turned over. "Y asleesh no sticho pio peeni" ** she said sleepily. Will frowned. 'Since when does Francie speak Russian?' he wondered to himself. He sighed. 'I was probably wrong. I mean, people say all sorts of nonsense when they're asleep.' He lay down on his side and nestled himself against Francie's back, thankful that they were together. 

** I translated this from "Passage pt 2". Cuvee is talking to Irina in his office and at one point, he mentions the fact that he thought she'd been killed. I don't speak Russian or anything; I just have a good ear and way too much time on my hands! :)