Chapter 15: in which Vaughn talks in lots of capital letters, slams doors.
You get the picture.
Vaughn walked quickly through the hotel lobby and went up to "their" room. He opened the door and to his astonishment, Sydney was indeed pulling out her Palm Pilot. He couldn't believe it. He flippin' could not believe it.
Slamming the door, he asked, "Are you really going to make a list of all the reasons I might have had for being stupid?"
Sydney cringed a little as the door vibrated and said slowly, "Sure. Umm, actually, I already have a list I made up a while ago."
"WHAAT?"
"I've been working on it for a while. It was like, oh, I don't know, therapy, I guess. I just finished it early last week. I think it has seven points on it -- I was checking when you came in--"
"Seven.? SEVEN! Ye gods, seven possible reasons for doing what I did. Seven. Please tell me you didn't show that list to anyone."
"Okay. And stop fixating on the number, the size of the list. You know what they say --- size isn't important." She smiled.
He stopped her with a glare. She attempted to look contrite and then spoiled it by laughing, "Although I have hopes.. " When he didn't respond, she sighed and continued, "Anyway. So. I had another idea and I thought I'd work on it until we have to eat and then get ready for the dive."
"ANOTHER idea? Seven wasn't enough? Don't you want to talk about this?"
"Not right now. Something you said before - I need to think about for myself."
"Are you going to enlighten me?" Vaughn snapped, "Or do I have to guess?"
"Calm down. Don't get your knickers in a twist."
"It's not my KNICKERS that are in a twist, Syd." He growled.
Syd laughed again and then seeing the expression on his face, sobered her features. "Sorry. There's really not enough time to umm, untwist you right now. Or me."
When he opened his mouth to object, she held up her hand, "Hey, it wasn't me stopping at that scenic overlook above the sugar cane."
"WHAAT? Are you saying that you wanted to do it on the car?"
"No. I'm teasing. Joking? Remember that?" she asked with an air of wide- eyed innocence. Vaughn wasn't buying it, she saw and continued, "Seriously, with our luck, given that the car was a convertible, we'd get arrested for public indecency. I could see the headlines, 'Creative clandestine operations? Not-so-covertly-convertible-copulating CIA agents?' But if we'd had a conventional coupe car.."
"Arggh!" Vaughn groaned and grabbed for Sydney. Pulling her down on the bed, he rolled her underneath him and held her head still for his mouth. She responded for a moment, then spoiled it by starting to giggle. "Sorry," she gasped out. "Alliteration always agitates. Me."
He pulled back and slapped the bed on either side of her shoulders and exclaimed, "Are you drunk? You're driving me up the wall!"
"I know. Isn't it fun?"
"You. Are. Insane. This is what happens, take it from me, when you've spent WAY too much time with Weiss."
"I heard that!" Weiss called from the other room.
Startled, Vaughn looked over at the connector door. It was closed. "Yes, the walls are that thin," Syd whispered, "Which, since I said before that I'm not into the idea of a threesome, is another reason not to." She stopped to yawn.
Vaughn dropped his forehead to rest against Sydney's and felt her smile again. She reached up and clasped her arms around his back. He relaxed his body against hers and smiled too. He said, "I think you need to take a nap. This is my cue to go into town and do a little shopping. I think it's also my turn to get everyone dinner. Have any preferences?" He gave her a hug and asked as he pushed himself to his feet.
"French fries? A hot hoagie? Yoplait yogurt?"
"Cashew chicken?" she called out as Vaughn left the room, shaking his head.
Vaughn walked quickly through the hotel lobby and went up to "their" room. He opened the door and to his astonishment, Sydney was indeed pulling out her Palm Pilot. He couldn't believe it. He flippin' could not believe it.
Slamming the door, he asked, "Are you really going to make a list of all the reasons I might have had for being stupid?"
Sydney cringed a little as the door vibrated and said slowly, "Sure. Umm, actually, I already have a list I made up a while ago."
"WHAAT?"
"I've been working on it for a while. It was like, oh, I don't know, therapy, I guess. I just finished it early last week. I think it has seven points on it -- I was checking when you came in--"
"Seven.? SEVEN! Ye gods, seven possible reasons for doing what I did. Seven. Please tell me you didn't show that list to anyone."
"Okay. And stop fixating on the number, the size of the list. You know what they say --- size isn't important." She smiled.
He stopped her with a glare. She attempted to look contrite and then spoiled it by laughing, "Although I have hopes.. " When he didn't respond, she sighed and continued, "Anyway. So. I had another idea and I thought I'd work on it until we have to eat and then get ready for the dive."
"ANOTHER idea? Seven wasn't enough? Don't you want to talk about this?"
"Not right now. Something you said before - I need to think about for myself."
"Are you going to enlighten me?" Vaughn snapped, "Or do I have to guess?"
"Calm down. Don't get your knickers in a twist."
"It's not my KNICKERS that are in a twist, Syd." He growled.
Syd laughed again and then seeing the expression on his face, sobered her features. "Sorry. There's really not enough time to umm, untwist you right now. Or me."
When he opened his mouth to object, she held up her hand, "Hey, it wasn't me stopping at that scenic overlook above the sugar cane."
"WHAAT? Are you saying that you wanted to do it on the car?"
"No. I'm teasing. Joking? Remember that?" she asked with an air of wide- eyed innocence. Vaughn wasn't buying it, she saw and continued, "Seriously, with our luck, given that the car was a convertible, we'd get arrested for public indecency. I could see the headlines, 'Creative clandestine operations? Not-so-covertly-convertible-copulating CIA agents?' But if we'd had a conventional coupe car.."
"Arggh!" Vaughn groaned and grabbed for Sydney. Pulling her down on the bed, he rolled her underneath him and held her head still for his mouth. She responded for a moment, then spoiled it by starting to giggle. "Sorry," she gasped out. "Alliteration always agitates. Me."
He pulled back and slapped the bed on either side of her shoulders and exclaimed, "Are you drunk? You're driving me up the wall!"
"I know. Isn't it fun?"
"You. Are. Insane. This is what happens, take it from me, when you've spent WAY too much time with Weiss."
"I heard that!" Weiss called from the other room.
Startled, Vaughn looked over at the connector door. It was closed. "Yes, the walls are that thin," Syd whispered, "Which, since I said before that I'm not into the idea of a threesome, is another reason not to." She stopped to yawn.
Vaughn dropped his forehead to rest against Sydney's and felt her smile again. She reached up and clasped her arms around his back. He relaxed his body against hers and smiled too. He said, "I think you need to take a nap. This is my cue to go into town and do a little shopping. I think it's also my turn to get everyone dinner. Have any preferences?" He gave her a hug and asked as he pushed himself to his feet.
"French fries? A hot hoagie? Yoplait yogurt?"
"Cashew chicken?" she called out as Vaughn left the room, shaking his head.