A/N: So sorry for the delay and thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias...or Eden's Crush "You Know I Can."
Summary: Sydney is discovered by SD-6, forcing her and Vaughn into exile in Madrid. There, they learn the secrets revolving around Vaughn's father's death which drives them both to having suicidal thoughts and creating their final plans. They go out, for one last time and something goes horribly wrong, leading both to a secret they could never see coming.
"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.
********************************************************************* She casually returned the smile and extended her hand. "Let's get out of here." Her fake nails brushed against his skin as she squeezed his hand tight. The smile extended over her mouth and soon she was bursting with passion for him.
"Where are we going?" He asked, taking her hand into his. Her fingers laced perfectly into his. She had never looked more perfect. Everything about her was perfectly put together and she seemed so confident...no longer shaken by past events or dreams or family.
Sydney thought for a moment and began to walk towards the door, feeling the warmth from his body run through hers. The decision had already been made but she wanted to make him suffer in anticipation for just a few more seconds. "Let's go dancing."
He was slightly taken aback by this. "Dancing?" He stopped moving and looked at her puzzled. "Where?" Sometimes he could figure her out like a well read classic book but other times, she was as foreign as an unknown language.
She pulled his body a little bit with a playful tug. "There's a club about three blocks from here. It opens at 6:00." She replied and started to walk backwards. The master was dragging the dog towards the rain outside. "Let's go." She licked her lips quickly, looking hopefully into his green eyes. They were so deep and held so much pain that she was completely unaware of. He masked himself well. He gazed back into hers as he was pulled towards the door. The honey brown eyes swallowed him whole and begged for him to touch her face. He restrained himself from taking her right there. She wanted to get of the place and he couldn't agree more. This was going to be the last place he saw on earth and wanted to see and do whatever he could before midnight tonight. "Let's go."
He agreed and was pulled out into the hallway, completely empty of people and sound. "Is there anyone ever in this hotel?" He finally asked aloud, with full accent and entirely in character. He smiled a little and looked at her.
She straightened herself up and said with the air of a English princess, "It's nice to be alone is such a place." The answer was truly Sydney's, not Portia. Sydney shrugged her shoulders and gave him another playful tug and opened her mouth to say something but promptly decided against it. There would be time for sentimental words later. But not too much later. Four hours and counting.
"You are something else, Porsche." Syd.
"I know."
They continued to walk hand and hand out of the hotel and onto the bustling streets of Madrid. People walked passed, completely unaware that two of the United States' finest intelligence agents were brushing shoulders and muttering apologizes among them. They blended in perfectly and no one would ever suspect that she was wanted by one of the most prominent intelligence agencies in the world or that he held all of her secrets and kept a steady liaison with one of the most prominent organizations in society for her. They walked three blocks, each absorbed in each other and their own thoughts. No words were bothered to be said. It wasn't needed. She just let the flow of heat run through her body through her fingertips, tightly clasped in his. He would occasionally glance at her, completely bewildered at where they were going or what exactly what they were going to do once they got their. They finally reached a little black building that read in white lettering, "Lovers Paradise."
"This is it." Sydney proclaimed proudly. She dropped his hand and placed her hands on her hips. "Awesome, isn't it?" They went into the smoked glass doors and down a winding set of stairs that seemed endless. They weren't very wide and were harsh looking of cement and metal. People seemed to swarm everywhere and were already pressed up close to each other. They were both slightly hesitant to go in but it was what they needed/wanted. The club was finally reached.
"How did you find this place?" He questioned her, raising his eyebrows in slight discomfort.
"I was here on an assignment for them..before I met you and I had to come here and dance." Sydney replied with a perfect accent and even a little hair toss at the appropriate moments. "I have a great memory, don't I?" She knew he knew what she was getting out. He was smart, or at least she hoped he was. He worked for the CIA or he worked for the CIA. What if he would be forced into protective custody? How could he survive without being Michael Vaughn? What would they change his name to? How could she live without him-wait a minute. She almost forgot or chose to forget what was going to happen in a few hours. She wrestled with the fact of the right thing to do. She wasn't doing it for herself that was pretty clear. She was doing it because of Vaughn. No, it was for Vaughn. Her death would save him from a life of misery, pain, and ultimately his death. They were star crossed lovers from the get go and this star was about to fall. She was going to end her part of this cycle in a few hours. He could live without her. He would get over this little crush that he had on her. He would. He would have to. She quickly shook her head trying to rid her brain of these frightening thoughts.
He smiled a reply, completely unaware of what she was thinking about. All he knew was that this was going to be the last night on Earth for him, a little morbid, but it was. He would be damned if he wasn't going to be happy all night long. He couldn't let on to her at all. He tucked his emotions and himself tighter to her and walked down the steep stairs to the club. People were crowded together, attempting to get into the super swank (to use Marshall's word) club.
The club itself was one large room that was the size of the Joint Task Force Ops. It was black with smoke machines and lights of all colors strobing about the room. There was a bar in the corner, with a row of people pounding down tequila shots. The dance floor was crawling with mostly college level people, dancing and sweating all over each other. The music was loud and extreme techno. It was perfect. Sydney smiled a cunning smile and turned to Vaughn, who looked just as excited as she did. Her eyes scanned the room quickly, feeling the energy flow through her body, causing it to move like an Indian dancer to native music. She took her eyes of off the room for a moment and watched his reaction. She tugged as his arm a little to get his attention. He seemed lost in the world of the underground club scene. "Let's get a drink and dance." She tipped her head seductively and led Vaughn to the bar. He obeyed silently, wanting more and more to dance with her and feel her body against his. She found an empty spot at the bar and motioned for the bar tender. "Tequila. Dos." She motioned with her hand for two tequilas which were promptly produced. She took one in each hand and handed one to Vaughn, who was glancing about the tight room. A salt shaker was grabbed and she licked her wrist, raising her eyebrows, full knowledge of what this night was going to bring. "To new beginnings and finishing old business." Her bubble gum tongue licked over the salt. She motioned to Vaughn with her shot glass and swallowed the intoxicating liquid in one swallow. It slide down her throat and immediately dulled her senses. It was the best feeling in the world. "C'mon." He quickly followed suit, not taking his eyes of off her for a moment. At one point, he thought he stopped blinking.
"Let's go." She said a little louder and he felt his mouth drop open a little bit. His eyes were wide from excitement and almost shock. Sydney almost seemed innocent on some occasions, when she wore a simple black pant suit with her hair pin straight but now, she was dancing and moving her body in way that he had never seen her as they made their way. The couple made their way onto the dance floor, where Vaughn wrapped Sydney's arm around his neck and pulled her close. He put his hands on her hips and she crept closer and closer until they were flush against each other. They danced tightly and seductively. He let go of her hand and let his hand slide down her arm and rested almost comfortably on her hip. The techno music blared in their ears as she moved closer and closer to his already warm body.
I'm not as naïve as you think I am Know what goes on between a woman and a man Don't act so serious
Just take my hand If you wanna know Can I do you right Can I make you want me You know I can
"We finally get to be seen in public together." Sydney spoke into his ear. The excitement bubbled over in her.
He started to laugh lightly at first. "We've never done this before." He said into her ear. His breath tickled the back of her neck and sent chills down her spine. His sweet lips almost touched her ear.
"Oh yeah. Our plans never work out.." Her hip hit his as she began to dance. She returned the sensation by talking near his ear.
"We never saw that hockey game-"
"Or went out to the restaurant in Barcelona." She pulled herself closer to him and all she could do was try to refrain from smiling to wide. It was a long time she flirted with someone. Not since Noah and even then it was too easy. Vaughn was not like anyone she ever met. Danny was safe and little unpredictable, Noah was too wild but Vaughn, Vaughn would always be there and he understood her but he had a side that she knew she didn't know. But she wanted to know, oh so badly.
"Yeah I know but what about if we dance a little bit now?" Vaughn let his hands slide down her side onto her rear end and rested on her waist. She put her hands on the back on his neck and played with the hairline on the back of his neck. A smile crept up to his face. After all of those years of learning to keep his emotions in check, he had finally let his guard down. She was the first one to ever understand this life and she was the only woman that was an active part of his day to day routine.
That was the smile she lived for. It lit up everything and made her feel so safe.so secure. It was the same smile she wished she could fill the picture frame he had given her for Christmas. She let herself be drawn closer to him, so close that they were almost pressed up against each other.both beginning to lose their breath. She felt his heart racing against her dress. He was holding her so tightly to him and she didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.
"I would like that." She replied. She scoffed a little at her own flirty nature. "Vaughn."
"What?" He was still smiling and enjoying every minute that he was close to her. His hands drifted down her side but returned them to her waist again. It was all a tease to him. His forehead was almost pressed to hers and he looked down, trying to catch her eye.
"I'm glad that since this happened..I'm with you." She pressed her forehead against his and smiled at him. "I'm glad we're together."
He started to laugh a nervous little laugh, "You know, I'm really glad I'm here with you. Madrid is great, isn't it?" He looked down at her and suddenly had pity for her in his eyes. "You're okay, right?"
"I'm doing okay." She drew serious for a moment, banishing the smile from her face and beckoning for the tears to leave her eyes. She straightened up a little it and looked into his eyes. "I would be a mess if you weren't here, though." She felt the salty tears threaten to overturn themselves but shook her head. "I need another drink." Her body brought her back to the bar and another tequila was ordered and swallowed. That made two. Vaughn had loosely followed her but was promptly turned back when Sydney threw her head back to swallow the shot.
"I think I'm gonna need one." He muttered to himself and pushed Sydney back towards the bar. "Dos!" He motioned to the bartender. One for him and one for her went down their throats quickly followed by his third. Sydney leaned over towards him, crossing her arms across her lap, causing her chest to squeeze together.
"You hold your liquor well, my friend." She was growing looser by the moment, rolling her neck around while she spoke.
"But I dance better." He swiftly replied, taking her to his body and back to the dance floor in one steady movement. She gasped quickly and then leaned back into her flexible back, thanks to many years of ballet training. She straightened him and wrapped her leg around his. He went along with this, a complete marvel at what was going. They continued to dance close and fast, feeling every inch of each other. The tequila was enough to dull her senses enough to be such a flirt or slut or whatever you want to call a girl hanging all over a guy. But hey, he was loving every single minute of it.
You look at me and see innocence
Might seem like I don't have experience
Nothing you give to me is too intense
If you wanna know
Can I do your right
Can I make you want me
You know I can
The hours drifted by but only one more shot was ordered for each of them. The music had dulled down for half of a minute when Sydney's eyes drifted on the watch that Vaughn had fastened to his wrist. It read 10:45. She had an hour and fifteen minutes. "I want to go back to the room?"
"Was that a question or a command?" He asked flirting just as much as she was.
"Whatever you want it to be." Her tongue dusted over her lips again. "I want to uh." She faded out. He sure as anything got the message. "Keep any open mind." She took him by the collar and led him out of the club, throwing down some money on the bar for their four tequilas. She was a woman on a mission and nothing was going to stop her from what was going to happen at midnight.
ThE hOtEl
"So, we're back." Vaughn replied, shutting the door tightly behind him and faced Sydney, who had turned her back to him. "So.."
"Could you unbutton my top? It's killing me..I want to be more comfortable." She spoke over her shoulder, standing perfect straight.
He was like a nervous high school boy, complete with stuttering. "I- uh-sure-uh-uh-ok." *Michael, don't blow this. This could be your chance..your last chance. It's almost 11..you have an hour. *
*Please Vaughn, let's do this. I need this. I need you, right here, right now.* She straightened up and waited for him to unbutton her. It seemed an eternity for this hands to reach her back, slowly releasing each button from its satin casing. As he worked his way down, he ran his fingertips lightly over her exposed spine. It sent the chills up her backbone and caused her breathing to go slow and steady while her heart pounded in her chest. This was better than before in the crawl space. This was the type of adrenaline that was fun and sexy and cool.
She kept her eyes focused ahead at her but as he reached her lower back, the last few buttons, she tilted her head down and to the side slightly, glancing over her shoulder. Finally, the top was threatening to fall, so she brought her arm diagonal across her chest, holding the seam tightly in her hand. Her entire back was exposed and he started to play with invisible shapes on her back...outlining them with his fingertips. She turned around towards him, inching herself closer and closer. Her eyes bounced between his lips and his eyes. He did the same, wanting one kiss from her. That would be all he would need to be at peace. His arms started to go to touch her waist or face or something when two cell phones started to ring.
"Ignore it." She whispered. She couldn't let anything stop her. The hotel phone started to ring. "Ignore it." She repeated, more urgently this time. They inched closer and closer together and he thought death would meet him if he didn't feel her embrace soon but a steady knock came at the door. "Please." She pleaded, almost spitting the words into his mouth. "Don't."
"Portia! Peter! Are you in there?" Jack Bristow's voice echoed through the hall and resounded into the hotel room. "Portia!"
Sydney instantly began to panic and stepped back, her eyes wide with fear. *Oh my G-d! My father's here! He can't see me in this!* She tore away from Vaughn, who was equally as panicked as she was and ducked into the bathroom, practically losing her top in the process. She held it so tightly against her body and started to shake from nervousness. "Answer the door and I'll be out in a minute." She replied as she hopped over to the door, leaving Vaughn completely stunned and wide eyed. Her tongue moved quickly and frantically. He moved over to the door, in a complete state of shock to Jack, standing in a black suit looking more severe than usual. He had been pacing and had raised his hand to slam on the door once more. Vaughn ushered him into the room and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off.
"Is Sydney here?" Jack searched the hotel room with his eyes.
"Bathroom. Jack, what's going?" Vaughn stood by the open door, his mouth equally open.
"Sydney Elizabeth Bristow! Get out here now!" He bellowed, slamming his fist against the bathroom door. He turned back to Vaughn and looked more furious than words can describe. "I highly suggest you grab whatever valuables you may have and some comfortable clothes. We're taking you to a safe house."
Vaughn didn't move but just blinked with sheer disbelief. "Wha-wha- what?" He managed not to swallow his tongue.
"Dad, what the hell are you doing here?" Sydney emerged from the bathroom wearing the white sundress from that morning. Her father would not have been too pleased with the black tube top.
"You've been made. We have to get you out of here." Jack avoided their eyes for a moment. "Let's go."
***The twist is next chapter! You think you know but you have no idea! ***
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias...or Eden's Crush "You Know I Can."
Summary: Sydney is discovered by SD-6, forcing her and Vaughn into exile in Madrid. There, they learn the secrets revolving around Vaughn's father's death which drives them both to having suicidal thoughts and creating their final plans. They go out, for one last time and something goes horribly wrong, leading both to a secret they could never see coming.
"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.
********************************************************************* She casually returned the smile and extended her hand. "Let's get out of here." Her fake nails brushed against his skin as she squeezed his hand tight. The smile extended over her mouth and soon she was bursting with passion for him.
"Where are we going?" He asked, taking her hand into his. Her fingers laced perfectly into his. She had never looked more perfect. Everything about her was perfectly put together and she seemed so confident...no longer shaken by past events or dreams or family.
Sydney thought for a moment and began to walk towards the door, feeling the warmth from his body run through hers. The decision had already been made but she wanted to make him suffer in anticipation for just a few more seconds. "Let's go dancing."
He was slightly taken aback by this. "Dancing?" He stopped moving and looked at her puzzled. "Where?" Sometimes he could figure her out like a well read classic book but other times, she was as foreign as an unknown language.
She pulled his body a little bit with a playful tug. "There's a club about three blocks from here. It opens at 6:00." She replied and started to walk backwards. The master was dragging the dog towards the rain outside. "Let's go." She licked her lips quickly, looking hopefully into his green eyes. They were so deep and held so much pain that she was completely unaware of. He masked himself well. He gazed back into hers as he was pulled towards the door. The honey brown eyes swallowed him whole and begged for him to touch her face. He restrained himself from taking her right there. She wanted to get of the place and he couldn't agree more. This was going to be the last place he saw on earth and wanted to see and do whatever he could before midnight tonight. "Let's go."
He agreed and was pulled out into the hallway, completely empty of people and sound. "Is there anyone ever in this hotel?" He finally asked aloud, with full accent and entirely in character. He smiled a little and looked at her.
She straightened herself up and said with the air of a English princess, "It's nice to be alone is such a place." The answer was truly Sydney's, not Portia. Sydney shrugged her shoulders and gave him another playful tug and opened her mouth to say something but promptly decided against it. There would be time for sentimental words later. But not too much later. Four hours and counting.
"You are something else, Porsche." Syd.
"I know."
They continued to walk hand and hand out of the hotel and onto the bustling streets of Madrid. People walked passed, completely unaware that two of the United States' finest intelligence agents were brushing shoulders and muttering apologizes among them. They blended in perfectly and no one would ever suspect that she was wanted by one of the most prominent intelligence agencies in the world or that he held all of her secrets and kept a steady liaison with one of the most prominent organizations in society for her. They walked three blocks, each absorbed in each other and their own thoughts. No words were bothered to be said. It wasn't needed. She just let the flow of heat run through her body through her fingertips, tightly clasped in his. He would occasionally glance at her, completely bewildered at where they were going or what exactly what they were going to do once they got their. They finally reached a little black building that read in white lettering, "Lovers Paradise."
"This is it." Sydney proclaimed proudly. She dropped his hand and placed her hands on her hips. "Awesome, isn't it?" They went into the smoked glass doors and down a winding set of stairs that seemed endless. They weren't very wide and were harsh looking of cement and metal. People seemed to swarm everywhere and were already pressed up close to each other. They were both slightly hesitant to go in but it was what they needed/wanted. The club was finally reached.
"How did you find this place?" He questioned her, raising his eyebrows in slight discomfort.
"I was here on an assignment for them..before I met you and I had to come here and dance." Sydney replied with a perfect accent and even a little hair toss at the appropriate moments. "I have a great memory, don't I?" She knew he knew what she was getting out. He was smart, or at least she hoped he was. He worked for the CIA or he worked for the CIA. What if he would be forced into protective custody? How could he survive without being Michael Vaughn? What would they change his name to? How could she live without him-wait a minute. She almost forgot or chose to forget what was going to happen in a few hours. She wrestled with the fact of the right thing to do. She wasn't doing it for herself that was pretty clear. She was doing it because of Vaughn. No, it was for Vaughn. Her death would save him from a life of misery, pain, and ultimately his death. They were star crossed lovers from the get go and this star was about to fall. She was going to end her part of this cycle in a few hours. He could live without her. He would get over this little crush that he had on her. He would. He would have to. She quickly shook her head trying to rid her brain of these frightening thoughts.
He smiled a reply, completely unaware of what she was thinking about. All he knew was that this was going to be the last night on Earth for him, a little morbid, but it was. He would be damned if he wasn't going to be happy all night long. He couldn't let on to her at all. He tucked his emotions and himself tighter to her and walked down the steep stairs to the club. People were crowded together, attempting to get into the super swank (to use Marshall's word) club.
The club itself was one large room that was the size of the Joint Task Force Ops. It was black with smoke machines and lights of all colors strobing about the room. There was a bar in the corner, with a row of people pounding down tequila shots. The dance floor was crawling with mostly college level people, dancing and sweating all over each other. The music was loud and extreme techno. It was perfect. Sydney smiled a cunning smile and turned to Vaughn, who looked just as excited as she did. Her eyes scanned the room quickly, feeling the energy flow through her body, causing it to move like an Indian dancer to native music. She took her eyes of off the room for a moment and watched his reaction. She tugged as his arm a little to get his attention. He seemed lost in the world of the underground club scene. "Let's get a drink and dance." She tipped her head seductively and led Vaughn to the bar. He obeyed silently, wanting more and more to dance with her and feel her body against his. She found an empty spot at the bar and motioned for the bar tender. "Tequila. Dos." She motioned with her hand for two tequilas which were promptly produced. She took one in each hand and handed one to Vaughn, who was glancing about the tight room. A salt shaker was grabbed and she licked her wrist, raising her eyebrows, full knowledge of what this night was going to bring. "To new beginnings and finishing old business." Her bubble gum tongue licked over the salt. She motioned to Vaughn with her shot glass and swallowed the intoxicating liquid in one swallow. It slide down her throat and immediately dulled her senses. It was the best feeling in the world. "C'mon." He quickly followed suit, not taking his eyes of off her for a moment. At one point, he thought he stopped blinking.
"Let's go." She said a little louder and he felt his mouth drop open a little bit. His eyes were wide from excitement and almost shock. Sydney almost seemed innocent on some occasions, when she wore a simple black pant suit with her hair pin straight but now, she was dancing and moving her body in way that he had never seen her as they made their way. The couple made their way onto the dance floor, where Vaughn wrapped Sydney's arm around his neck and pulled her close. He put his hands on her hips and she crept closer and closer until they were flush against each other. They danced tightly and seductively. He let go of her hand and let his hand slide down her arm and rested almost comfortably on her hip. The techno music blared in their ears as she moved closer and closer to his already warm body.
I'm not as naïve as you think I am Know what goes on between a woman and a man Don't act so serious
Just take my hand If you wanna know Can I do you right Can I make you want me You know I can
"We finally get to be seen in public together." Sydney spoke into his ear. The excitement bubbled over in her.
He started to laugh lightly at first. "We've never done this before." He said into her ear. His breath tickled the back of her neck and sent chills down her spine. His sweet lips almost touched her ear.
"Oh yeah. Our plans never work out.." Her hip hit his as she began to dance. She returned the sensation by talking near his ear.
"We never saw that hockey game-"
"Or went out to the restaurant in Barcelona." She pulled herself closer to him and all she could do was try to refrain from smiling to wide. It was a long time she flirted with someone. Not since Noah and even then it was too easy. Vaughn was not like anyone she ever met. Danny was safe and little unpredictable, Noah was too wild but Vaughn, Vaughn would always be there and he understood her but he had a side that she knew she didn't know. But she wanted to know, oh so badly.
"Yeah I know but what about if we dance a little bit now?" Vaughn let his hands slide down her side onto her rear end and rested on her waist. She put her hands on the back on his neck and played with the hairline on the back of his neck. A smile crept up to his face. After all of those years of learning to keep his emotions in check, he had finally let his guard down. She was the first one to ever understand this life and she was the only woman that was an active part of his day to day routine.
That was the smile she lived for. It lit up everything and made her feel so safe.so secure. It was the same smile she wished she could fill the picture frame he had given her for Christmas. She let herself be drawn closer to him, so close that they were almost pressed up against each other.both beginning to lose their breath. She felt his heart racing against her dress. He was holding her so tightly to him and she didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.
"I would like that." She replied. She scoffed a little at her own flirty nature. "Vaughn."
"What?" He was still smiling and enjoying every minute that he was close to her. His hands drifted down her side but returned them to her waist again. It was all a tease to him. His forehead was almost pressed to hers and he looked down, trying to catch her eye.
"I'm glad that since this happened..I'm with you." She pressed her forehead against his and smiled at him. "I'm glad we're together."
He started to laugh a nervous little laugh, "You know, I'm really glad I'm here with you. Madrid is great, isn't it?" He looked down at her and suddenly had pity for her in his eyes. "You're okay, right?"
"I'm doing okay." She drew serious for a moment, banishing the smile from her face and beckoning for the tears to leave her eyes. She straightened up a little it and looked into his eyes. "I would be a mess if you weren't here, though." She felt the salty tears threaten to overturn themselves but shook her head. "I need another drink." Her body brought her back to the bar and another tequila was ordered and swallowed. That made two. Vaughn had loosely followed her but was promptly turned back when Sydney threw her head back to swallow the shot.
"I think I'm gonna need one." He muttered to himself and pushed Sydney back towards the bar. "Dos!" He motioned to the bartender. One for him and one for her went down their throats quickly followed by his third. Sydney leaned over towards him, crossing her arms across her lap, causing her chest to squeeze together.
"You hold your liquor well, my friend." She was growing looser by the moment, rolling her neck around while she spoke.
"But I dance better." He swiftly replied, taking her to his body and back to the dance floor in one steady movement. She gasped quickly and then leaned back into her flexible back, thanks to many years of ballet training. She straightened him and wrapped her leg around his. He went along with this, a complete marvel at what was going. They continued to dance close and fast, feeling every inch of each other. The tequila was enough to dull her senses enough to be such a flirt or slut or whatever you want to call a girl hanging all over a guy. But hey, he was loving every single minute of it.
You look at me and see innocence
Might seem like I don't have experience
Nothing you give to me is too intense
If you wanna know
Can I do your right
Can I make you want me
You know I can
The hours drifted by but only one more shot was ordered for each of them. The music had dulled down for half of a minute when Sydney's eyes drifted on the watch that Vaughn had fastened to his wrist. It read 10:45. She had an hour and fifteen minutes. "I want to go back to the room?"
"Was that a question or a command?" He asked flirting just as much as she was.
"Whatever you want it to be." Her tongue dusted over her lips again. "I want to uh." She faded out. He sure as anything got the message. "Keep any open mind." She took him by the collar and led him out of the club, throwing down some money on the bar for their four tequilas. She was a woman on a mission and nothing was going to stop her from what was going to happen at midnight.
ThE hOtEl
"So, we're back." Vaughn replied, shutting the door tightly behind him and faced Sydney, who had turned her back to him. "So.."
"Could you unbutton my top? It's killing me..I want to be more comfortable." She spoke over her shoulder, standing perfect straight.
He was like a nervous high school boy, complete with stuttering. "I- uh-sure-uh-uh-ok." *Michael, don't blow this. This could be your chance..your last chance. It's almost 11..you have an hour. *
*Please Vaughn, let's do this. I need this. I need you, right here, right now.* She straightened up and waited for him to unbutton her. It seemed an eternity for this hands to reach her back, slowly releasing each button from its satin casing. As he worked his way down, he ran his fingertips lightly over her exposed spine. It sent the chills up her backbone and caused her breathing to go slow and steady while her heart pounded in her chest. This was better than before in the crawl space. This was the type of adrenaline that was fun and sexy and cool.
She kept her eyes focused ahead at her but as he reached her lower back, the last few buttons, she tilted her head down and to the side slightly, glancing over her shoulder. Finally, the top was threatening to fall, so she brought her arm diagonal across her chest, holding the seam tightly in her hand. Her entire back was exposed and he started to play with invisible shapes on her back...outlining them with his fingertips. She turned around towards him, inching herself closer and closer. Her eyes bounced between his lips and his eyes. He did the same, wanting one kiss from her. That would be all he would need to be at peace. His arms started to go to touch her waist or face or something when two cell phones started to ring.
"Ignore it." She whispered. She couldn't let anything stop her. The hotel phone started to ring. "Ignore it." She repeated, more urgently this time. They inched closer and closer together and he thought death would meet him if he didn't feel her embrace soon but a steady knock came at the door. "Please." She pleaded, almost spitting the words into his mouth. "Don't."
"Portia! Peter! Are you in there?" Jack Bristow's voice echoed through the hall and resounded into the hotel room. "Portia!"
Sydney instantly began to panic and stepped back, her eyes wide with fear. *Oh my G-d! My father's here! He can't see me in this!* She tore away from Vaughn, who was equally as panicked as she was and ducked into the bathroom, practically losing her top in the process. She held it so tightly against her body and started to shake from nervousness. "Answer the door and I'll be out in a minute." She replied as she hopped over to the door, leaving Vaughn completely stunned and wide eyed. Her tongue moved quickly and frantically. He moved over to the door, in a complete state of shock to Jack, standing in a black suit looking more severe than usual. He had been pacing and had raised his hand to slam on the door once more. Vaughn ushered him into the room and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off.
"Is Sydney here?" Jack searched the hotel room with his eyes.
"Bathroom. Jack, what's going?" Vaughn stood by the open door, his mouth equally open.
"Sydney Elizabeth Bristow! Get out here now!" He bellowed, slamming his fist against the bathroom door. He turned back to Vaughn and looked more furious than words can describe. "I highly suggest you grab whatever valuables you may have and some comfortable clothes. We're taking you to a safe house."
Vaughn didn't move but just blinked with sheer disbelief. "Wha-wha- what?" He managed not to swallow his tongue.
"Dad, what the hell are you doing here?" Sydney emerged from the bathroom wearing the white sundress from that morning. Her father would not have been too pleased with the black tube top.
"You've been made. We have to get you out of here." Jack avoided their eyes for a moment. "Let's go."
***The twist is next chapter! You think you know but you have no idea! ***