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11:00 in the morning quickly turned to noon that turned to 5:34. She had dozed a little, cried herself dry of tears, calmed her thoughts, listened to the tape at least three more times and then came to terms with everything. Her mother had fallen in love with Vaughn's father. And then she added, some things were destined. She and Vaughn were destined. Destined to what exactly? Destined to kill each other out of love? Well, they would not fall pray to the cycle. That would end midnight that night. Sydney would take destiny by the horns and change it. She was over. Her family was endangered, her closest friends' were suffering from deep shook, and Vaughn was falling apart at the seams. She was over. She formulated a plan that involved a gun, a silencer, and the locked bathroom door. Finally, Sydney locked herself in the bathroom after rummaging through the suitcase and finding five essential items, and started to wash up. It wasn't about to end right now but she needed to do some things once last time. That phrase seemed for foreign. "One last time." She spoke softly aloud to the mirror, standing her harshly back.
She removed the wig and the make-up and decided to start from scratch. She needed to get out of there. Her make-up was entirely removed and she pulled her long hair into a simple ponytail. She changed out of the white dress, left crumpled on the floor in the corner. A one-piece black bathing suit with gray running capris, a matching gray work-out top with white piping, socks, and her favorite brand of running shoes. She looked ready for a good workout. Her last workout.
She exited the bathroom, making no noise as the door pushed out into the room. She carelessly glanced around the room and settled on Vaughn, still sitting outside. Her body carried her over to the sliding glass door and knelt beside it. "Hey." She whispered to no reply. "Listen, I'm gonna go work-out, you wanna come?" No reply. "Vaughn, just answer me and I'll leave you alone. I need to know that you're not going to do anything crazy before I get back." She continued softly. She brought her hand up the glass pane and touched it softly. It was sticky and humid. "Please, Vaughn."
Vaughn's eyes rolled down as he looked down at her. His lips were pressed into a deep, straight line and he looked so serious. His eyes were clouded over with shame, embarrassment, anger, frustration, sadness and every other human emotion with the notable exception of happiness. His lips parted and he finally spoke for the first time in hours, "Go."
That was enough but she couldn't help the words from slipping so rapidly out of her mouth. "Please tell me, are you all right? I mean, you're gonna be okay? Just please, open the door and talk with me. Talk to me." She recited that line she had rehearsed so many times in her head. "I'm you ally, remember? Never question that. You can talk to me about anything. How many times have I talked to you about stupid things?" She didn't breakdown as she thought she was going to but instead smiled at their warm forbidden touches, the thought of his lips against hers..
"Sydney," he started, looking back out towards the balcony, "I need to sort this things out on my own. Go, work-out and we'll do something tonight." He closed his eyes, promptly ending the conversation.
She got to her feet, slightly shaken from his conversation and more sure than ever that she needed to end the cycle that night. She peeled herself away his view, grabbed her walkman, the one without her mother's tape in it, and walked out the door. She made her down to the lobby, full spy skills set in. After navigating the hallways, she found the gym, completely empty. The treadmill was her first thought. The walkman was thrown over her ears and music attempted to sooth her soul. Everything had to do with love and lust or something on the romantic side. Love wasn't right for running. She needed to get away from it all. Her fingers hit fast forward and rewind until four minutes had passed and a mile had passed underneath her feet. Frustrated as anything, she threw off the music and started to concentrate on her feet, pounding against the pavement. Four minutes turned to eight and eight to twelve until over three miles had passed. She was going at full speed towards the end of her rope. It was only a few miles and a few hours away. Breath was coming rapid to her now and she loved the feeling of the gasps that heaved from her chest. There was no stopping now. The treadmill repeated its track over and over again. Her eyes glanced down at the calorie counter. She was well over 500 calories but suddenly didn't care. If she were anyone else, she would have jumped up and started to dance around happily. But she wasn't any other woman. This was normal for her. A full sweat dripped down her back as she jogged over to the weights, doing a full set, strengthening everything. Each lift, she make one more finalization in her plan. Tonight was the night her love was going to confessed. Tonight was the night that she was going to show him how much he meant to her. Tonight was the night the cycle ended.
Her eyes flicked around the gym, that was probably the size of her house, and rested on a red punching bag, standing alone in a little corner but the entrance to the pool. Her feet brought her over there and she started to punch the bag viciously. She wasn't mad at one particular thing but it just felt good to punch something so hard that it made her arms hurt and her body sore.
A light breeze whipped past her as the door to the pool opened and an athletic figure dove in, barely missing a step. The figure's movements were traced and she stood still, watching him for a moment. She straightened up and had the sudden urge to go for a swim. Vaughn was severely depressed and needed his space but he needed her, whether he knew it or not. She suddenly became the puppy dog following the master or the helpless teenage girl in love for the first guy that would barely give her the time of day. She followed into the pool area, barely breathing, barely blinking. The heavy chlorine pool smell hit her hard but it was so overpowering that if was comforting. The sticky humidity of the pool wrapped around her and made her bones uncomfortable. She licked her lips nervously and started to remove her exercise clothes until she stood in only her black bathing suit. The peaceful waters were choppy as Vaughn finished his second lap. He swam so fast. He was nearing the side of the pool in which Sydney stood on when she jumped in, standing feet in the water that reached her waist, that was about as warm as a bathtub. The water got deeper as the pool stretched out to the other end of the room. She ducked under quickly, soaking her body through and through. He was edging closer and closer to her, painfully unaware of Sydney standing there. His thoughts were only on the water and breathing whenever his lungs felt compressed. He was rocked from his world when he felt two strong hands on his shoulders, forcing him to stop. His head jerked out of the water and he stood defensive in front of her.
"What the hell are you doing?" He exclaimed defensively. "What?" He pressed when she refused an answer.
There was no anger in her body, only shame. "You can't keep this bottled up. It will kill you." And it will kill me.
You think you know, but you have no idea. "I've already come to terms with it. I'm okay with it. What are you doing here? I thought you didn't do laps."
"I don't." She was being scolded by Vaughn? There wasn't an ounce of her that didn't want to grab him by the neck and press her lips deeply into his and fall back into the water, gasping until they both ran out of air. "I'm worried about you."
"I'm a little old to be coddled!"
"You need someone to look out for you!"
"And I don't need you for that!" Vaughn repeated the conversation she had shouted at him not six weeks ago. "I don't need anyone." He pulled away from her grasp and in a fluid movement, started to get out of the pool.
She followed, standing not six inches behind him, standing on the cement edge. "You always need someone." She said fiercely. "And I'm your someone. Your mine and I'm yours. Now come here, damn it." Vaughn slowly turned around and faced her, dripping wet. "Come here." She spread her arms and wrapped them around him. "It's my turn to do this for you. You've always been so strong for me but what have I ever done for you? Everyone needs to be weak sometimes. Don't worry. We'll work this out." She spoke into his shoulder as he collapsed down onto her body, refusing to let tears shake his body. It was true, he was weak. "Let's sit." She coaxed, her voice soft and soothing. She brought him near the edge of the pool and put her feet in the water. She rested her hand over his and started to talk like a mother to her heart-broken son. "Let's talk about what just happened."
"The letter."
"The letter."
Vaughn shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. His eyes were focused on the perfect blue water, reflecting the blue tiles that were on the bottom. "The fact that your mother and my father knew each other doesn't bother me. Your mother killed my father, doesn't even phase me any more. Your mother had feelings for my father, bothers me. Your mother killed my father because she had feelings for him. My father died for me and you. My mother knew the entire story. That's what bothers me."
"My mother was.don't take this the wrong way, "Vaughn shook his head as if to say of course not, "my mother was in a loveless relationship and would have fallen for the first thing she came in contract with. It's her fault your father died and there's a part of me that will never forgive her for that. I don't know why your mother knew the story. Maybe it was released to her.or maybe-"
"Maybe she was there?"
"That's ridiculous and you know it."
"Is it? How utterly perfect would that be? Your mother and my mother working together to bring down the agency that my father had dedicated his life to? The agency your father dedicated his life to? It's all too perfect."
"Your mother's French and was home with you during the time, wasn't she?"
"Maybe she wasn't! I was probably dropped off at neighbor's while she plotted to kill me father. I should have recognized the signs earlier!"
"Listen, you need to get a hold of yourself now!" She replied, which came out harsher than she wanted it to. "You're getting hysterical."
"I am not getting hysterical. Where are you going?" Vaughn turned his head as Sydney got to her feet .
"We're going out. Right now. We're going dancing before you turn into a conspiracy theorist. You're going to convince yourself that your mother was KGB and you know in your right mind she wasn't. We're going dancing. Get up and let's go. I swear, you're worse than I am sometimes." She scoffed as she grabbed her clothes, straightened up, pulled the door open. "I flat out refuse for you to sit here or up at the hotel room and sulk and try to figure things out that you never had any control over in the first place! Face it, there are some things not even you can control!"
"I resent that." He replied. "And I don't think that we should be going out at a time like-"
"Like what, Peter, this? I think tonight is the perfect night to really get away from it all. I mean it, all of it." Sydney snapped into Portia as she noticed there were a few hotel guests in the gym. "There's not saying no to me now." She reached up and pecked him on the cheek. She wanted him so badly all of a sudden it physically hurt inside of her.
"Fine, Porche. Have it your way." He wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked out like the almost happy couple they were.
BACK IN THE ROOM
She applied sweet smelling moisturizer, white eye shadow and thick black, powdered eyeliner. Thickening mascara went first followed by foundation and concealer, to get rid of the bags underneath her eyes. A sweet petal pink blush went next, accenting her cheekbones, all by looking soft and natural. A berry color lipstick went next. Her hair was taken down and brushed out, put into a French braid and then sprayed in place. She sat down on the cold ceramic floor and started to style her wig into the same style but make-up look a little nicer. She fastened it to her head and Portia was alive once again. It was nighttime and the white dress no longer worked. She walked out of the bathroom, and let a sigh escape her lips as Vaughn still sat out there, staring off in the distant. She rummaged through her bag and found a pair of tight black pants and a black tube top with a series of tight fabric covered buttons down the back. It was ultra-sexy and ultra-cool. What guy wouldn't want her with a body like hers in an outfit like this? Back to the bathroom she went. She wiggled into it and managed to button all the buttons. It's amazing what she was capable of. One more exit from the bathroom came and she changed into high strappy sandals. No jewelry was put on, except for her ring that stayed on her finger. She looked hard at herself in the mirror and began to over analyze what she felt towards Vaughn. She was attracted to him, no doubt in her mind. She loved the way his mind worked and she loved to look at him. This was something worse than a crush, she could possibly be in love with him. She smiled quickly and banished the thoughts from her mind. She loved him and it would be the death of them, literally. SD-6 didn't succeed in killing her but she would. The only way to make everything right in the world was the make this end, that night. She closed her eyes and quickly envisioned Vaughn's reaction. He would probably cry and become distraught but this was all for the better. He was going to better off without her. He could go back into Alice's open arms and that would be that. Her father would be upset but he would understand.Francie and Will would probably still be in shock over what had happened that morning but after everything sunk it, they would be fine. Will wouldn't have to keep looking over his shoulder for SD-6. They would have to lose interest in him. They would still try to find her and on discovering the death of an agent, they would go on like nothing had happened. She let a sigh quickly escape into the bathroom. Tonight was the night that she would tell Vaughn had she felt and then not worry about his reaction. Tonight was the night. "Well, I better get going or else tonight will never come." Her words seemed foreign and it was almost like she didn't speak them.but she did. It was time to get going.
Her clicking heels brought her towards the door, where she knocked softly. He had gone back out onto the balcony to get some air and give Sydney some room to get changed in peace. He had drifted far away in his thoughts. His plan was formulated in his head and he slowly decided that his gun was not the way to do it. Sydney said she had seen his blood before and as his last wish, she would not see it again. A bottle of Bourbon and the sleeping pills would have to due. It was quick, easy, and painless. It would just like he had fallen asleep in the bathroom. But as he came to the conclusions, one thing was still unsettled. Why did his mother know the story of his father's death. It just didn't make any sense. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, running them through his tightly gelled hair. He shook his head quickly to rid himself of these thoughts and looked out onto the city that lay before him. He sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He would have to die without knowing the answers. He was suddenly disrupted from his thoughts by a tapping noise near his head. She had hurried around and was finally done. Vaughn stirred slightly and then turned around. He nodded at her approval. She motioned for him to open the door. He was already dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and black pants.
"You look great." He managed to chock out, begging his mind not allow his tongue to speak. "Really, really great."
"Thank you." She replied, feelings the warm sensation fill her checks. "You do too." She casually let her eyes drop down and run over his body. *Good lord, how perfect is he?*
He smiled for the first time in hours
11:00 in the morning quickly turned to noon that turned to 5:34. She had dozed a little, cried herself dry of tears, calmed her thoughts, listened to the tape at least three more times and then came to terms with everything. Her mother had fallen in love with Vaughn's father. And then she added, some things were destined. She and Vaughn were destined. Destined to what exactly? Destined to kill each other out of love? Well, they would not fall pray to the cycle. That would end midnight that night. Sydney would take destiny by the horns and change it. She was over. Her family was endangered, her closest friends' were suffering from deep shook, and Vaughn was falling apart at the seams. She was over. She formulated a plan that involved a gun, a silencer, and the locked bathroom door. Finally, Sydney locked herself in the bathroom after rummaging through the suitcase and finding five essential items, and started to wash up. It wasn't about to end right now but she needed to do some things once last time. That phrase seemed for foreign. "One last time." She spoke softly aloud to the mirror, standing her harshly back.
She removed the wig and the make-up and decided to start from scratch. She needed to get out of there. Her make-up was entirely removed and she pulled her long hair into a simple ponytail. She changed out of the white dress, left crumpled on the floor in the corner. A one-piece black bathing suit with gray running capris, a matching gray work-out top with white piping, socks, and her favorite brand of running shoes. She looked ready for a good workout. Her last workout.
She exited the bathroom, making no noise as the door pushed out into the room. She carelessly glanced around the room and settled on Vaughn, still sitting outside. Her body carried her over to the sliding glass door and knelt beside it. "Hey." She whispered to no reply. "Listen, I'm gonna go work-out, you wanna come?" No reply. "Vaughn, just answer me and I'll leave you alone. I need to know that you're not going to do anything crazy before I get back." She continued softly. She brought her hand up the glass pane and touched it softly. It was sticky and humid. "Please, Vaughn."
Vaughn's eyes rolled down as he looked down at her. His lips were pressed into a deep, straight line and he looked so serious. His eyes were clouded over with shame, embarrassment, anger, frustration, sadness and every other human emotion with the notable exception of happiness. His lips parted and he finally spoke for the first time in hours, "Go."
That was enough but she couldn't help the words from slipping so rapidly out of her mouth. "Please tell me, are you all right? I mean, you're gonna be okay? Just please, open the door and talk with me. Talk to me." She recited that line she had rehearsed so many times in her head. "I'm you ally, remember? Never question that. You can talk to me about anything. How many times have I talked to you about stupid things?" She didn't breakdown as she thought she was going to but instead smiled at their warm forbidden touches, the thought of his lips against hers..
"Sydney," he started, looking back out towards the balcony, "I need to sort this things out on my own. Go, work-out and we'll do something tonight." He closed his eyes, promptly ending the conversation.
She got to her feet, slightly shaken from his conversation and more sure than ever that she needed to end the cycle that night. She peeled herself away his view, grabbed her walkman, the one without her mother's tape in it, and walked out the door. She made her down to the lobby, full spy skills set in. After navigating the hallways, she found the gym, completely empty. The treadmill was her first thought. The walkman was thrown over her ears and music attempted to sooth her soul. Everything had to do with love and lust or something on the romantic side. Love wasn't right for running. She needed to get away from it all. Her fingers hit fast forward and rewind until four minutes had passed and a mile had passed underneath her feet. Frustrated as anything, she threw off the music and started to concentrate on her feet, pounding against the pavement. Four minutes turned to eight and eight to twelve until over three miles had passed. She was going at full speed towards the end of her rope. It was only a few miles and a few hours away. Breath was coming rapid to her now and she loved the feeling of the gasps that heaved from her chest. There was no stopping now. The treadmill repeated its track over and over again. Her eyes glanced down at the calorie counter. She was well over 500 calories but suddenly didn't care. If she were anyone else, she would have jumped up and started to dance around happily. But she wasn't any other woman. This was normal for her. A full sweat dripped down her back as she jogged over to the weights, doing a full set, strengthening everything. Each lift, she make one more finalization in her plan. Tonight was the night her love was going to confessed. Tonight was the night that she was going to show him how much he meant to her. Tonight was the night the cycle ended.
Her eyes flicked around the gym, that was probably the size of her house, and rested on a red punching bag, standing alone in a little corner but the entrance to the pool. Her feet brought her over there and she started to punch the bag viciously. She wasn't mad at one particular thing but it just felt good to punch something so hard that it made her arms hurt and her body sore.
A light breeze whipped past her as the door to the pool opened and an athletic figure dove in, barely missing a step. The figure's movements were traced and she stood still, watching him for a moment. She straightened up and had the sudden urge to go for a swim. Vaughn was severely depressed and needed his space but he needed her, whether he knew it or not. She suddenly became the puppy dog following the master or the helpless teenage girl in love for the first guy that would barely give her the time of day. She followed into the pool area, barely breathing, barely blinking. The heavy chlorine pool smell hit her hard but it was so overpowering that if was comforting. The sticky humidity of the pool wrapped around her and made her bones uncomfortable. She licked her lips nervously and started to remove her exercise clothes until she stood in only her black bathing suit. The peaceful waters were choppy as Vaughn finished his second lap. He swam so fast. He was nearing the side of the pool in which Sydney stood on when she jumped in, standing feet in the water that reached her waist, that was about as warm as a bathtub. The water got deeper as the pool stretched out to the other end of the room. She ducked under quickly, soaking her body through and through. He was edging closer and closer to her, painfully unaware of Sydney standing there. His thoughts were only on the water and breathing whenever his lungs felt compressed. He was rocked from his world when he felt two strong hands on his shoulders, forcing him to stop. His head jerked out of the water and he stood defensive in front of her.
"What the hell are you doing?" He exclaimed defensively. "What?" He pressed when she refused an answer.
There was no anger in her body, only shame. "You can't keep this bottled up. It will kill you." And it will kill me.
You think you know, but you have no idea. "I've already come to terms with it. I'm okay with it. What are you doing here? I thought you didn't do laps."
"I don't." She was being scolded by Vaughn? There wasn't an ounce of her that didn't want to grab him by the neck and press her lips deeply into his and fall back into the water, gasping until they both ran out of air. "I'm worried about you."
"I'm a little old to be coddled!"
"You need someone to look out for you!"
"And I don't need you for that!" Vaughn repeated the conversation she had shouted at him not six weeks ago. "I don't need anyone." He pulled away from her grasp and in a fluid movement, started to get out of the pool.
She followed, standing not six inches behind him, standing on the cement edge. "You always need someone." She said fiercely. "And I'm your someone. Your mine and I'm yours. Now come here, damn it." Vaughn slowly turned around and faced her, dripping wet. "Come here." She spread her arms and wrapped them around him. "It's my turn to do this for you. You've always been so strong for me but what have I ever done for you? Everyone needs to be weak sometimes. Don't worry. We'll work this out." She spoke into his shoulder as he collapsed down onto her body, refusing to let tears shake his body. It was true, he was weak. "Let's sit." She coaxed, her voice soft and soothing. She brought him near the edge of the pool and put her feet in the water. She rested her hand over his and started to talk like a mother to her heart-broken son. "Let's talk about what just happened."
"The letter."
"The letter."
Vaughn shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. His eyes were focused on the perfect blue water, reflecting the blue tiles that were on the bottom. "The fact that your mother and my father knew each other doesn't bother me. Your mother killed my father, doesn't even phase me any more. Your mother had feelings for my father, bothers me. Your mother killed my father because she had feelings for him. My father died for me and you. My mother knew the entire story. That's what bothers me."
"My mother was.don't take this the wrong way, "Vaughn shook his head as if to say of course not, "my mother was in a loveless relationship and would have fallen for the first thing she came in contract with. It's her fault your father died and there's a part of me that will never forgive her for that. I don't know why your mother knew the story. Maybe it was released to her.or maybe-"
"Maybe she was there?"
"That's ridiculous and you know it."
"Is it? How utterly perfect would that be? Your mother and my mother working together to bring down the agency that my father had dedicated his life to? The agency your father dedicated his life to? It's all too perfect."
"Your mother's French and was home with you during the time, wasn't she?"
"Maybe she wasn't! I was probably dropped off at neighbor's while she plotted to kill me father. I should have recognized the signs earlier!"
"Listen, you need to get a hold of yourself now!" She replied, which came out harsher than she wanted it to. "You're getting hysterical."
"I am not getting hysterical. Where are you going?" Vaughn turned his head as Sydney got to her feet .
"We're going out. Right now. We're going dancing before you turn into a conspiracy theorist. You're going to convince yourself that your mother was KGB and you know in your right mind she wasn't. We're going dancing. Get up and let's go. I swear, you're worse than I am sometimes." She scoffed as she grabbed her clothes, straightened up, pulled the door open. "I flat out refuse for you to sit here or up at the hotel room and sulk and try to figure things out that you never had any control over in the first place! Face it, there are some things not even you can control!"
"I resent that." He replied. "And I don't think that we should be going out at a time like-"
"Like what, Peter, this? I think tonight is the perfect night to really get away from it all. I mean it, all of it." Sydney snapped into Portia as she noticed there were a few hotel guests in the gym. "There's not saying no to me now." She reached up and pecked him on the cheek. She wanted him so badly all of a sudden it physically hurt inside of her.
"Fine, Porche. Have it your way." He wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked out like the almost happy couple they were.
BACK IN THE ROOM
She applied sweet smelling moisturizer, white eye shadow and thick black, powdered eyeliner. Thickening mascara went first followed by foundation and concealer, to get rid of the bags underneath her eyes. A sweet petal pink blush went next, accenting her cheekbones, all by looking soft and natural. A berry color lipstick went next. Her hair was taken down and brushed out, put into a French braid and then sprayed in place. She sat down on the cold ceramic floor and started to style her wig into the same style but make-up look a little nicer. She fastened it to her head and Portia was alive once again. It was nighttime and the white dress no longer worked. She walked out of the bathroom, and let a sigh escape her lips as Vaughn still sat out there, staring off in the distant. She rummaged through her bag and found a pair of tight black pants and a black tube top with a series of tight fabric covered buttons down the back. It was ultra-sexy and ultra-cool. What guy wouldn't want her with a body like hers in an outfit like this? Back to the bathroom she went. She wiggled into it and managed to button all the buttons. It's amazing what she was capable of. One more exit from the bathroom came and she changed into high strappy sandals. No jewelry was put on, except for her ring that stayed on her finger. She looked hard at herself in the mirror and began to over analyze what she felt towards Vaughn. She was attracted to him, no doubt in her mind. She loved the way his mind worked and she loved to look at him. This was something worse than a crush, she could possibly be in love with him. She smiled quickly and banished the thoughts from her mind. She loved him and it would be the death of them, literally. SD-6 didn't succeed in killing her but she would. The only way to make everything right in the world was the make this end, that night. She closed her eyes and quickly envisioned Vaughn's reaction. He would probably cry and become distraught but this was all for the better. He was going to better off without her. He could go back into Alice's open arms and that would be that. Her father would be upset but he would understand.Francie and Will would probably still be in shock over what had happened that morning but after everything sunk it, they would be fine. Will wouldn't have to keep looking over his shoulder for SD-6. They would have to lose interest in him. They would still try to find her and on discovering the death of an agent, they would go on like nothing had happened. She let a sigh quickly escape into the bathroom. Tonight was the night that she would tell Vaughn had she felt and then not worry about his reaction. Tonight was the night. "Well, I better get going or else tonight will never come." Her words seemed foreign and it was almost like she didn't speak them.but she did. It was time to get going.
Her clicking heels brought her towards the door, where she knocked softly. He had gone back out onto the balcony to get some air and give Sydney some room to get changed in peace. He had drifted far away in his thoughts. His plan was formulated in his head and he slowly decided that his gun was not the way to do it. Sydney said she had seen his blood before and as his last wish, she would not see it again. A bottle of Bourbon and the sleeping pills would have to due. It was quick, easy, and painless. It would just like he had fallen asleep in the bathroom. But as he came to the conclusions, one thing was still unsettled. Why did his mother know the story of his father's death. It just didn't make any sense. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands, running them through his tightly gelled hair. He shook his head quickly to rid himself of these thoughts and looked out onto the city that lay before him. He sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He would have to die without knowing the answers. He was suddenly disrupted from his thoughts by a tapping noise near his head. She had hurried around and was finally done. Vaughn stirred slightly and then turned around. He nodded at her approval. She motioned for him to open the door. He was already dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and black pants.
"You look great." He managed to chock out, begging his mind not allow his tongue to speak. "Really, really great."
"Thank you." She replied, feelings the warm sensation fill her checks. "You do too." She casually let her eyes drop down and run over his body. *Good lord, how perfect is he?*
He smiled for the first time in hours