Chapter 30 Mirage
Sydney stood outside looking into the restaurant. She was oblivious to the pelt of the rain on her head and did she didn't feel the coldness that seeped from her wet clothes. She had left the party despite protests from Will that she should stay longer. She might have stayed if Francie had insisted, but Francie had only given her a slightly distracted peck on the cheek and a half-hearted goodbye.
In the hour and the half that she'd been gone, the dynamics of her friendship with Francie had change. She'd never felt more the outsider then she had in the last half an hour inside the restaurant. She had always hidden a part of herself from Francie to protect her. Now Francie was shutting her out and Sydney realized how much it hurt to be on the receiving end.
She felt the earlier resentment flood her again. She had been the one that wanted to introduce Taylor, the pilot that had helped on her mission to get Vaughn's antidote, to Francie. By the time she had arrived to the party, Francie and Taylor had been introduced to each other by Yo. Then she had discovered that Taylor was Yo's brother and it irked her that she hadn't been told earlier. She knew that Yo's introduction made more sense security wise and it saved her from having to partially lie to Francie as to how they met.
The resentment was quickly replaced by loneliness as everyone inside burst out in laughter. Will, Francie, Taylor, and Yo were talking animatedly to each other as if they'd been friends forever. Yo looked like she belonged there, inside where it was warm and light. Sydney wondered if she'd ever feel like she fully belongs anywhere. As if by instinct she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"The caller you have reached is unavailable at this time, please leave a message after the tone." The message said before beeping. Sydney quickly disconnected the line. It was the first time that Vaughn hadn't answered his phone when she'd needed him. She wondered where he was. He'd been released from the hospital several days ago and she hadn't talked to him since then. When she had offered to grab some coffee with him, he had refused saying that he had to go to a welcome home party.
She felt a comforting presence behind her even before the umbrella sheltered her from the rain. She turned around expecting Vaughn but found an entirely different person. It was odd but she didn't feel disappointed.
"You should get inside, you're getting quite wet." Sark's accented voice said softly. He saw her sad defeated look and he reached out to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm cold!" Sydney said shivering. The heat emanating from his body made her realize how cold she was. Talking to Sark was better then keeping everything inside, after all, he understood her in ways that no one else could. She didn't have to pretend with him.
She let him ushered her to his parked but still running car. He open the door for her, gesturing her to get in.
"I'll get the seat wet." Sydney said numbly.
"It's a company car." She dove into the car before he could finish. Sark closed the door and walked around the car to get into the drivers seat. He turned up the heat and then reached over toward her legs. His hand slightly brushed her left thigh before pressing the button to turn on her seat heater, which was located under her seat. He saw her shiver. "You'll warm up pretty soon."
Sydney told herself that it was the seat warmers that were heating her up so quickly.
Sark put the car into gear and drove into the night. They sat in silence, basking in the comfort of each other's company. He took her to a large dome building and parked in an underground garage. "On days like this I like to come here." He said turning off the car.
"What is this place?" Sydney asked as an unexpected excitement filled her.
"Patience Ms. Bristow." He teased her. He opened his door and got out. Moving around the front of the car quickly and opening her door, he held out his hand to help her out of the car.
"I'm not moving unless you tell me where we are!" Sydney said mutinously.
Sark pulled her out of the car before she could protest and she fell against him. They stood there for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes. He spoke first and stepped away from her. "I promise that it's a better experience when you're surprised. Come with me." He took her hand and led her into the building.
She felt a rush of some indescribably good feeling that began where he held her hand and then it quickly infused her entire body. A laugh escaped her. She hadn't felt this carefree in a long time. He led her up a flight of stairs and paused before opening the door. He pulled off his tie and turned her around. "Close your eyes Sydney." He ordered.
"What? What are you doing?" She half heartily protested. She felt the tie cover her eyes and her hand reached up and touched it though she didn't pull it off. "Sark!"
"Trust me!" He said into her ear causing her to shiver. "Jesus, I'm a fool, you're still wet!" He led her inside the building and then left her.
Sydney panicked. "Sark! Come back, don't leave me!" She reached up to remove the blindfold.
"I'll be right back! Don't you dare remove the blindfold!" His voice was loud and slightly amplified which told her that she was in some kind of theater. He returned in less then a minute and put some clothes into her arms. "Here, put these on."
Before she could make ask where she should change, he led her down a flight of stairs slightly squeezing her arm to let her know when to step. He led her through a doorway and released her. The heard the door close behind her. Sark spoke through the door. "I'll know if you take off the blindfold!"
Sydney quickly took off her clothes and picked up the top layer of dry clothing that Sark had given her. It was a cotton flannel button shirt. It was a little wide in the shoulders and narrow on the body. She held it to her nose and smelled it; it smelled like Sark. She smiled and quickly pulled it on. She felt for the other piece of clothing, which turned out to be sweat pants with a drawstring on the front. It was slightly long and hugged her hips.
She adjusted the loosening blindfold and called out. "Sark, I'm finished changing." A few seconds later she heard the door open and Sark came in.
"Much better!" He said. He heard him moving around her and he had the feeling that he was picking up her wet clothes.
A laugh escaped her; it was odd, she'd never thought of Sark doing such a domestic thing such as picking up her clothes. "Sark, you're full of surprises today. I never would have guess in a million years that you would have something flannel in your closet."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Sark said softly. He pulled the band holding up her hair and untangles her hair with his fingers. He deftly braided her hair then led her out of her changing room. He led her along for about 45 seconds and then stopped abruptly. He picked her up, one arm under her back and the other under her knees, causing her heart to speed up. She felt herself falling slightly as he set her down onto what felt like an air mattress and a pillow cradling her head. Her heart raced even faster. "Keep your eyes closed." He said as he gently lifted her head and pulled off her blindfold.
She heard music. "You can open your eyes now." He told her.
She opened her eyes and gasped, quickly sitting up and looking around her. What she saw was breath taking. She was in the center of a giant domed room and it was filled with the myriad of slowly changing colors of a sun set. Sark lied down next to her and pulled her back down causing her to fall onto his chest. Instead of moving off him she rested her head on the nook between his chest and shoulder and got comfortable. They sat quietly watching the sunset fade into dark and then watched as the stars brightly popped out illuminating the darkness. Then as the moon appeared, a sliver of light that grew bigger, until it became a full moon.
With the full moon came a reckless and impulsive feeling for Sydney. She turned onto her side putting her hand on Sark's chest. She felt his heart beating against her ear and smiled as it slightly jumped as she began to stroke his chest. "Do you bring all your girlfriends here?" Sydney teased.
"Are you my girlfriend?" He countered slightly pulling her closer. His voice was slightly lower and raspier then usual.
"No, but I have a feeling that I've been wrong about you." She moved her lower body closer to him.
"What do you mean?" Sark asked slightly muffled as his mouth was pressed into the top of her head.
"I always thought of you as a workaholic. I beginning to think that you might be a player." She said as she lifted her leg and put it over one of his causing her body to become flush to his. His heart beat faster and she felt womanly satisfaction. She felt reckless and powerful at the same time.
"I'm a player? I think you're projecting, Ms. Bristow." He said beginning to stroke her arm slowly.
Sydney shivered and this time there was no mistaking it's meaning. She grabbed his distracting hand and pulled it under her arm and tucked it beneath her breast. She then put her hand back onto his chest and began her torturous stroking of his chest. "Projecting? Ha! Look at the clothes, you wear, the car that you driiiii ...ve." She drifted off as he began his own torture.
Sark's thumb made small strokes gently grazing the underside of her breast. "So you think that looking nice and driving a nice car constitutes a person as a player?" He asked slightly laughing. The strokes grew bigger and bigger until it almost reached her nipple.
She stopped hand before it could reach its destination. She pulled his hand away from her breast and pulled it to her stomach thinking it was safer. "Well, not just that. A Player kisses another women not his girlfriend." She said thoughtlessly. She felt him stiffen and she pressed even closer to him as a silent gesture of apology.
Sark relaxed and took his revenge in a more diabolical way. His hands snuck under shirt and onto her bare skin causing her to gasp and try to pull away. She failed as the arm wrapped around her held her prisoner. She stopped resisting at his words. "Yes, a man who kisses other women when he has a girlfriend is a player." He agreed.
"Other women? How many women do you kiss?" Sydney asked outraged as she pushed herself up on her left elbow so that she could look down on him.
He pulled her toward him with the arm that was under her shirt and he rolled to his left pulling her over him and then finishing the roll with his arm trapped under her and with his body trapping hers. He held his upper body up with his elbows and one leg was still between her legs. She felt something hard against her upper thigh and she felt a jolt in her stomach. "Why do you persist in delving into my personal life?" He asked her seriously searching her eyes for its answer.
"Why are you with me instead of your girlfriend?" Sydney asked as she felt herself losing control of the situation. It was beginning to get hard for her to concentrate. It was a long time since she'd had sex and her sexual desire was beginning to run rampant. She told herself that this was Sark pressed up against her so intimately, and instead of the thought dissipating her desire, it fueled it.
"I don't have a girlfriend." He said simply. He moved slightly causing her to moan as the top of his thigh pressed against her sending waves of desire over her.
"Yo!" Sydney managed to get out before another wave washed over her.
"As I told you before, it's none of your business, it's between me and Yo." Sark said.
The words were like getting hit in the face with cold water. Sydney pushed him away from her but wasn't fully successful. They rolled over to until Sydney was on top and Sark was holding her prisoner with one. She was able to push herself onto her elbows but no further. His words stopped her struggles.
"Yo and I have an understanding. Neither of us want a committed relationship so we help each other fulfill each others needs." Sark explained. He rolled her over so that he the one on top again. Sydney didn't resist.
"Why didn't you tell me that before?" She asked a little peeved.
"Because it isn't your business. You should have been satisfied with my answer that I don't have a girlfriend. I've never lied to Sydney." He spoke firmly and sincerely.
"You're right, I should have listened to you." Sydney said contritely.
"Do I hear and apology? Someone, call a doctor, the great Ms. Bristow just apologize, she must be delusional!" Sark teased lightening the mood.
Sydney raised her right hand and brought his head in for a kiss to shut him up. Sark pressed himself against her causing her to moan into his mouth. His tongue gently massaged her mouth and then retracted it to gently nibble her bottom lip. She wrapped one leg around his to pull him even closer and they rocked against each other in a slow rhythm. He pulled his face away from her and looked into her eyes. They were unfocused and filled with passion. He stopped and rolled away with a groan. He had his arm over his eyes. "We can't do this Sydney."
Bereft of the heat from his body, Sydney felt chilled. She moved closer to him and tried to draw him to her. "Why not?" She asked. "We're both adults." She began to stroke his chest.
"Sydney, stop!" Sark said crushing her hand and then moved it away from him.
Sydney rolled away quickly until she reached the edge of the mattress. She sat up with her feet on the ground and wrapped her arms around her legs. "What's wrong with me Sark?" The question came out a little wobbly. The entire day came crashing into her consciousness, first Dixon ditching her as a partner, and then Francie replacing her with Yo, then feeling abandoned by Vaughn, now this rejection by Sark was the last straw. She felt the tears coming to her eyes and she held back the sobs that were threatening to come out.
"Wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with you!" Sark said placating. He reached out to comfort but withdrew it before it touched her.
"Then why don't you want me Sark?" She said as tears fell down her cheeks. She was glad that he couldn't see her face. She refused to have him see her cry again.
"You have no clue what you do to me do you?" Sark said hoarsely.
"Then why?" She asked biting her lip to keep her sobs from escaping.
"It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of you not when you." He was unable to finish as Sydney interrupted him.
"Oh!" She said softly mistaking his meaning. "That's Ok, I understand. I know that when you see me, you're wishing it was her." She said referring to Sarah. "But it doesn't make a difference to me since I'll be wishing you were Vaughn." She started to cry.
Sark grabbed her a little roughly and pulled her to him. "You are a foolish girl Sydney Bristow." He held her in his arms, trying to decide if he should comfort her or kiss her.
She decided for him. She tearfully began to kiss his neck and moved up to his chin and then settled on his mouth. She attacked him purposefully and he fell under her assault. She sat straddling his body holding him prisoner with her legs. She frantically tried to unbutton his shirt until she gave up and ripped it open. The buttons flew everywhere and she could hear some of them fall onto the hard floor.
Sark emitted a low growl before he held the bottom of her shirt and half ripped and pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra was slightly damp and she stopped his hands before he could take it off. She kissed him passionately rubbing her covered breasts against his naked chest. This caused her bottom to graze a very sensitive part of his anatomy eliciting a groan from Sark. "Sydney!"
Then suddenly she felt something vibrating. It was Sark's cell phone. "Don't answer it!" Sydney ordered. "Let it go!" Then a second later she heard her phone shrill from somewhere to her right. She groaned in frustration. The loud sound slightly echoed around the room.
"Are you sure you want to answer that?" Sark asked as she moved to find her phone.
"I'll be right back! We each have two minutes." She climbed off of him and listened to the sound of the phone to locate it. In her haste she answered it without checking to who it was. The voice on the phone was the equivalent to falling into a frozen lake.
"Are you ok?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah." She whispered.
"I'm sorry I missed your call. I went to the movies. I thought I put it on vibrate but I turned it off my accident. You know how dark the movies get. What was it that you needed talk about?" Vaughn asked.
"It's ok, I'm fine now." She whispered.
"Oh, yes, how was Francie's opening?" Vaughn inquired.
"It was great, the mayor and some important political and business leaders showed up. I can talk to you about it later." Sydney whispered even quieter.
"We really need to talk about something very important. Can we meet in 15 minutes?"
"15 minutes?" She whispered stalling for something to say.
"Do you need me to give you a ride home?" Sark asked coldly.
Sydney looked up at him and froze.
"Is that who I think it is?" Vaughn exclaimed surprise. "What are you doing with him at 2:00 in the morning?"
"Look, I'll call you back." Sydney said before ending the call.
"Mr. Vaughn I presume." All traces of the passionate Sark had disappeared.
"Yes." Sydney said quietly. Then she had a thought and looked at him accusingly. "Yo?" She asked.
"Yes, it seems that we both have elsewhere to go." Sark said. He tossed her the flannel shirt and she quickly put it on. He put on his shirt sans buttons so it still fell open revealing his abs.
She wasn't sure why but she wasn't able to button her shirt. Sark brushed her hands aside and deftly buttoned the remaining buttons for her. She let out a small gasp when his knuckles grazed the inside of her breast.
"Sark, I." Sydney started.
"We're both adults." He said cutting her off. She gathered up her clothes and followed him out to the car.
The rain pelted the windshield until all she could see was a blur. It was cold and wet again.
A voice extracted her from her daydream. She was standing outside the restaurant.
"You should get inside, you're getting quite wet." Sark's accented voice said softly. He saw her sad defeated look and he reached out to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Sydney said sadly. "Not with you." She walked away. She didn't see the confusion or sadness in his eyes. She didn't allow herself the luxury of what might have been. Getting involved with Sark was playing with fire, eventually she'd be the one burned. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, I was hoping you would call" Vaughn said.
Sydney stood outside looking into the restaurant. She was oblivious to the pelt of the rain on her head and did she didn't feel the coldness that seeped from her wet clothes. She had left the party despite protests from Will that she should stay longer. She might have stayed if Francie had insisted, but Francie had only given her a slightly distracted peck on the cheek and a half-hearted goodbye.
In the hour and the half that she'd been gone, the dynamics of her friendship with Francie had change. She'd never felt more the outsider then she had in the last half an hour inside the restaurant. She had always hidden a part of herself from Francie to protect her. Now Francie was shutting her out and Sydney realized how much it hurt to be on the receiving end.
She felt the earlier resentment flood her again. She had been the one that wanted to introduce Taylor, the pilot that had helped on her mission to get Vaughn's antidote, to Francie. By the time she had arrived to the party, Francie and Taylor had been introduced to each other by Yo. Then she had discovered that Taylor was Yo's brother and it irked her that she hadn't been told earlier. She knew that Yo's introduction made more sense security wise and it saved her from having to partially lie to Francie as to how they met.
The resentment was quickly replaced by loneliness as everyone inside burst out in laughter. Will, Francie, Taylor, and Yo were talking animatedly to each other as if they'd been friends forever. Yo looked like she belonged there, inside where it was warm and light. Sydney wondered if she'd ever feel like she fully belongs anywhere. As if by instinct she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"The caller you have reached is unavailable at this time, please leave a message after the tone." The message said before beeping. Sydney quickly disconnected the line. It was the first time that Vaughn hadn't answered his phone when she'd needed him. She wondered where he was. He'd been released from the hospital several days ago and she hadn't talked to him since then. When she had offered to grab some coffee with him, he had refused saying that he had to go to a welcome home party.
She felt a comforting presence behind her even before the umbrella sheltered her from the rain. She turned around expecting Vaughn but found an entirely different person. It was odd but she didn't feel disappointed.
"You should get inside, you're getting quite wet." Sark's accented voice said softly. He saw her sad defeated look and he reached out to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm cold!" Sydney said shivering. The heat emanating from his body made her realize how cold she was. Talking to Sark was better then keeping everything inside, after all, he understood her in ways that no one else could. She didn't have to pretend with him.
She let him ushered her to his parked but still running car. He open the door for her, gesturing her to get in.
"I'll get the seat wet." Sydney said numbly.
"It's a company car." She dove into the car before he could finish. Sark closed the door and walked around the car to get into the drivers seat. He turned up the heat and then reached over toward her legs. His hand slightly brushed her left thigh before pressing the button to turn on her seat heater, which was located under her seat. He saw her shiver. "You'll warm up pretty soon."
Sydney told herself that it was the seat warmers that were heating her up so quickly.
Sark put the car into gear and drove into the night. They sat in silence, basking in the comfort of each other's company. He took her to a large dome building and parked in an underground garage. "On days like this I like to come here." He said turning off the car.
"What is this place?" Sydney asked as an unexpected excitement filled her.
"Patience Ms. Bristow." He teased her. He opened his door and got out. Moving around the front of the car quickly and opening her door, he held out his hand to help her out of the car.
"I'm not moving unless you tell me where we are!" Sydney said mutinously.
Sark pulled her out of the car before she could protest and she fell against him. They stood there for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes. He spoke first and stepped away from her. "I promise that it's a better experience when you're surprised. Come with me." He took her hand and led her into the building.
She felt a rush of some indescribably good feeling that began where he held her hand and then it quickly infused her entire body. A laugh escaped her. She hadn't felt this carefree in a long time. He led her up a flight of stairs and paused before opening the door. He pulled off his tie and turned her around. "Close your eyes Sydney." He ordered.
"What? What are you doing?" She half heartily protested. She felt the tie cover her eyes and her hand reached up and touched it though she didn't pull it off. "Sark!"
"Trust me!" He said into her ear causing her to shiver. "Jesus, I'm a fool, you're still wet!" He led her inside the building and then left her.
Sydney panicked. "Sark! Come back, don't leave me!" She reached up to remove the blindfold.
"I'll be right back! Don't you dare remove the blindfold!" His voice was loud and slightly amplified which told her that she was in some kind of theater. He returned in less then a minute and put some clothes into her arms. "Here, put these on."
Before she could make ask where she should change, he led her down a flight of stairs slightly squeezing her arm to let her know when to step. He led her through a doorway and released her. The heard the door close behind her. Sark spoke through the door. "I'll know if you take off the blindfold!"
Sydney quickly took off her clothes and picked up the top layer of dry clothing that Sark had given her. It was a cotton flannel button shirt. It was a little wide in the shoulders and narrow on the body. She held it to her nose and smelled it; it smelled like Sark. She smiled and quickly pulled it on. She felt for the other piece of clothing, which turned out to be sweat pants with a drawstring on the front. It was slightly long and hugged her hips.
She adjusted the loosening blindfold and called out. "Sark, I'm finished changing." A few seconds later she heard the door open and Sark came in.
"Much better!" He said. He heard him moving around her and he had the feeling that he was picking up her wet clothes.
A laugh escaped her; it was odd, she'd never thought of Sark doing such a domestic thing such as picking up her clothes. "Sark, you're full of surprises today. I never would have guess in a million years that you would have something flannel in your closet."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Sark said softly. He pulled the band holding up her hair and untangles her hair with his fingers. He deftly braided her hair then led her out of her changing room. He led her along for about 45 seconds and then stopped abruptly. He picked her up, one arm under her back and the other under her knees, causing her heart to speed up. She felt herself falling slightly as he set her down onto what felt like an air mattress and a pillow cradling her head. Her heart raced even faster. "Keep your eyes closed." He said as he gently lifted her head and pulled off her blindfold.
She heard music. "You can open your eyes now." He told her.
She opened her eyes and gasped, quickly sitting up and looking around her. What she saw was breath taking. She was in the center of a giant domed room and it was filled with the myriad of slowly changing colors of a sun set. Sark lied down next to her and pulled her back down causing her to fall onto his chest. Instead of moving off him she rested her head on the nook between his chest and shoulder and got comfortable. They sat quietly watching the sunset fade into dark and then watched as the stars brightly popped out illuminating the darkness. Then as the moon appeared, a sliver of light that grew bigger, until it became a full moon.
With the full moon came a reckless and impulsive feeling for Sydney. She turned onto her side putting her hand on Sark's chest. She felt his heart beating against her ear and smiled as it slightly jumped as she began to stroke his chest. "Do you bring all your girlfriends here?" Sydney teased.
"Are you my girlfriend?" He countered slightly pulling her closer. His voice was slightly lower and raspier then usual.
"No, but I have a feeling that I've been wrong about you." She moved her lower body closer to him.
"What do you mean?" Sark asked slightly muffled as his mouth was pressed into the top of her head.
"I always thought of you as a workaholic. I beginning to think that you might be a player." She said as she lifted her leg and put it over one of his causing her body to become flush to his. His heart beat faster and she felt womanly satisfaction. She felt reckless and powerful at the same time.
"I'm a player? I think you're projecting, Ms. Bristow." He said beginning to stroke her arm slowly.
Sydney shivered and this time there was no mistaking it's meaning. She grabbed his distracting hand and pulled it under her arm and tucked it beneath her breast. She then put her hand back onto his chest and began her torturous stroking of his chest. "Projecting? Ha! Look at the clothes, you wear, the car that you driiiii ...ve." She drifted off as he began his own torture.
Sark's thumb made small strokes gently grazing the underside of her breast. "So you think that looking nice and driving a nice car constitutes a person as a player?" He asked slightly laughing. The strokes grew bigger and bigger until it almost reached her nipple.
She stopped hand before it could reach its destination. She pulled his hand away from her breast and pulled it to her stomach thinking it was safer. "Well, not just that. A Player kisses another women not his girlfriend." She said thoughtlessly. She felt him stiffen and she pressed even closer to him as a silent gesture of apology.
Sark relaxed and took his revenge in a more diabolical way. His hands snuck under shirt and onto her bare skin causing her to gasp and try to pull away. She failed as the arm wrapped around her held her prisoner. She stopped resisting at his words. "Yes, a man who kisses other women when he has a girlfriend is a player." He agreed.
"Other women? How many women do you kiss?" Sydney asked outraged as she pushed herself up on her left elbow so that she could look down on him.
He pulled her toward him with the arm that was under her shirt and he rolled to his left pulling her over him and then finishing the roll with his arm trapped under her and with his body trapping hers. He held his upper body up with his elbows and one leg was still between her legs. She felt something hard against her upper thigh and she felt a jolt in her stomach. "Why do you persist in delving into my personal life?" He asked her seriously searching her eyes for its answer.
"Why are you with me instead of your girlfriend?" Sydney asked as she felt herself losing control of the situation. It was beginning to get hard for her to concentrate. It was a long time since she'd had sex and her sexual desire was beginning to run rampant. She told herself that this was Sark pressed up against her so intimately, and instead of the thought dissipating her desire, it fueled it.
"I don't have a girlfriend." He said simply. He moved slightly causing her to moan as the top of his thigh pressed against her sending waves of desire over her.
"Yo!" Sydney managed to get out before another wave washed over her.
"As I told you before, it's none of your business, it's between me and Yo." Sark said.
The words were like getting hit in the face with cold water. Sydney pushed him away from her but wasn't fully successful. They rolled over to until Sydney was on top and Sark was holding her prisoner with one. She was able to push herself onto her elbows but no further. His words stopped her struggles.
"Yo and I have an understanding. Neither of us want a committed relationship so we help each other fulfill each others needs." Sark explained. He rolled her over so that he the one on top again. Sydney didn't resist.
"Why didn't you tell me that before?" She asked a little peeved.
"Because it isn't your business. You should have been satisfied with my answer that I don't have a girlfriend. I've never lied to Sydney." He spoke firmly and sincerely.
"You're right, I should have listened to you." Sydney said contritely.
"Do I hear and apology? Someone, call a doctor, the great Ms. Bristow just apologize, she must be delusional!" Sark teased lightening the mood.
Sydney raised her right hand and brought his head in for a kiss to shut him up. Sark pressed himself against her causing her to moan into his mouth. His tongue gently massaged her mouth and then retracted it to gently nibble her bottom lip. She wrapped one leg around his to pull him even closer and they rocked against each other in a slow rhythm. He pulled his face away from her and looked into her eyes. They were unfocused and filled with passion. He stopped and rolled away with a groan. He had his arm over his eyes. "We can't do this Sydney."
Bereft of the heat from his body, Sydney felt chilled. She moved closer to him and tried to draw him to her. "Why not?" She asked. "We're both adults." She began to stroke his chest.
"Sydney, stop!" Sark said crushing her hand and then moved it away from him.
Sydney rolled away quickly until she reached the edge of the mattress. She sat up with her feet on the ground and wrapped her arms around her legs. "What's wrong with me Sark?" The question came out a little wobbly. The entire day came crashing into her consciousness, first Dixon ditching her as a partner, and then Francie replacing her with Yo, then feeling abandoned by Vaughn, now this rejection by Sark was the last straw. She felt the tears coming to her eyes and she held back the sobs that were threatening to come out.
"Wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with you!" Sark said placating. He reached out to comfort but withdrew it before it touched her.
"Then why don't you want me Sark?" She said as tears fell down her cheeks. She was glad that he couldn't see her face. She refused to have him see her cry again.
"You have no clue what you do to me do you?" Sark said hoarsely.
"Then why?" She asked biting her lip to keep her sobs from escaping.
"It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of you not when you." He was unable to finish as Sydney interrupted him.
"Oh!" She said softly mistaking his meaning. "That's Ok, I understand. I know that when you see me, you're wishing it was her." She said referring to Sarah. "But it doesn't make a difference to me since I'll be wishing you were Vaughn." She started to cry.
Sark grabbed her a little roughly and pulled her to him. "You are a foolish girl Sydney Bristow." He held her in his arms, trying to decide if he should comfort her or kiss her.
She decided for him. She tearfully began to kiss his neck and moved up to his chin and then settled on his mouth. She attacked him purposefully and he fell under her assault. She sat straddling his body holding him prisoner with her legs. She frantically tried to unbutton his shirt until she gave up and ripped it open. The buttons flew everywhere and she could hear some of them fall onto the hard floor.
Sark emitted a low growl before he held the bottom of her shirt and half ripped and pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra was slightly damp and she stopped his hands before he could take it off. She kissed him passionately rubbing her covered breasts against his naked chest. This caused her bottom to graze a very sensitive part of his anatomy eliciting a groan from Sark. "Sydney!"
Then suddenly she felt something vibrating. It was Sark's cell phone. "Don't answer it!" Sydney ordered. "Let it go!" Then a second later she heard her phone shrill from somewhere to her right. She groaned in frustration. The loud sound slightly echoed around the room.
"Are you sure you want to answer that?" Sark asked as she moved to find her phone.
"I'll be right back! We each have two minutes." She climbed off of him and listened to the sound of the phone to locate it. In her haste she answered it without checking to who it was. The voice on the phone was the equivalent to falling into a frozen lake.
"Are you ok?" Vaughn asked.
"Yeah." She whispered.
"I'm sorry I missed your call. I went to the movies. I thought I put it on vibrate but I turned it off my accident. You know how dark the movies get. What was it that you needed talk about?" Vaughn asked.
"It's ok, I'm fine now." She whispered.
"Oh, yes, how was Francie's opening?" Vaughn inquired.
"It was great, the mayor and some important political and business leaders showed up. I can talk to you about it later." Sydney whispered even quieter.
"We really need to talk about something very important. Can we meet in 15 minutes?"
"15 minutes?" She whispered stalling for something to say.
"Do you need me to give you a ride home?" Sark asked coldly.
Sydney looked up at him and froze.
"Is that who I think it is?" Vaughn exclaimed surprise. "What are you doing with him at 2:00 in the morning?"
"Look, I'll call you back." Sydney said before ending the call.
"Mr. Vaughn I presume." All traces of the passionate Sark had disappeared.
"Yes." Sydney said quietly. Then she had a thought and looked at him accusingly. "Yo?" She asked.
"Yes, it seems that we both have elsewhere to go." Sark said. He tossed her the flannel shirt and she quickly put it on. He put on his shirt sans buttons so it still fell open revealing his abs.
She wasn't sure why but she wasn't able to button her shirt. Sark brushed her hands aside and deftly buttoned the remaining buttons for her. She let out a small gasp when his knuckles grazed the inside of her breast.
"Sark, I." Sydney started.
"We're both adults." He said cutting her off. She gathered up her clothes and followed him out to the car.
The rain pelted the windshield until all she could see was a blur. It was cold and wet again.
A voice extracted her from her daydream. She was standing outside the restaurant.
"You should get inside, you're getting quite wet." Sark's accented voice said softly. He saw her sad defeated look and he reached out to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Sydney said sadly. "Not with you." She walked away. She didn't see the confusion or sadness in his eyes. She didn't allow herself the luxury of what might have been. Getting involved with Sark was playing with fire, eventually she'd be the one burned. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, I was hoping you would call" Vaughn said.
