L.A. Connaissance
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Title: L.A. Connaissance
Author: Jennifer a.k.a. "Jenn"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Michael Vartan but alas it is not to be… at least not in my dreams. When it IS my dreams… he's usually waiting for me… completely salivating for me of course.
Summary: I wanted to get away from the dramatic Post "The Telling" storylines (despite the fact that I wrote one of those…) and write some light, romantic, AU, and hopefully slightly humorous.

For all the drama-ridden S/V lovers out there. This is for you as well as therapy for me.
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5.

Huh.

You know, right after I said all that, he kinda put his arm down on the table and I'm still just you know… looking at it.

It's a really nice arm.

Good color… it looks strong and I think that if I just rolled up his sleeves a little, there'd be some muscle smiling up at me. Yes? Yes. Definitely a good arm.

Wait. OOH LOOK! There's his other one! He's got two great arms… and, sorry if this seems a little odd, but I really really want them wrapped around me right now. I'm actually starting to feel a little inadequate though. I mean I'm not dowdy or anything but sitting right in front of him makes me realize that even though I'm a highly trained secret agent who knows how to use all her resources… I haven't got running in a while.

I think I feel a little stomach pouch growing already. Oh my God. I'm getting a pooftah. OH MY LORD!!!!! I'm getting a poof-tah. That's not fair… that's REALLY REALLY not fair… you're not supposed to start getting a poof-tah until you're in your 50s or something! Maybe in your 40s but still! I'm still a baby compared to the age spectrum and I'm getting a POOF-TAH??? You have got to be kidding me.

Oh.

Oh wait.

Ha.

Just kidding. That wasn't a baby poof-tah. That was just one of those pop-up wrinkles in my suit.

Whew. Close one.

Hmm… I guess it's time to look up and actually see his face instead of lusting after his arm no?

I look up and he's just sort of looking at me with this expression on his face that I can't quite read. "Umm… hi."

And then he sort of smiles in this really sweet, gentle way that makes me what to melt or swoon or something. His eyes are really beautiful when he smiles. And when he doesn't. Wow, it really does not matter with this guy… he's just absolutely beautiful. Way to go Syd! You sure know how to pick them! ::High Five!!!::

"Hey."

Did I mention that I love his voice? Because I do. I really love the way it sounds and, even though I've known the guy for about 2 minutes, we've looked into each other's souls and all that jazz, so I've already decided that I wouldn't mind if he said "hey" to me for the rest of my life in that exact tone.

"So… is there any response to that?" I lift my eyebrow and hope to God that I seem coy and cute and sexy all wrapped into one and that I'm not just coming off as an imbecile with a poof-tah. Because that wouldn't be who I am… that would be describing Rob.

And I'm not Rob.

If I am, kill me.

Wait. Scratch that, erase and edit! Let me make some Chicken Noodle, feed it to myself, and then kill me. After it's digested of course. It's going to be my last meal so let me enjoy it for God's sake!

"My response to what exactly? That I'm egotistical and taking advantage of the risk that you took to see me?"

I smile a little sheepishly (well… it seems sheepish to him but for me, it's really only an excuse for him to look at my teeth again). "Well… that sure… but I was hoping to focus more on the whole 'This incredibly gorgeous girl just lied her way into a CIA office just to see me' thing and feel flattered."

He smiles back (again!!!) and I mentally swoon (again!!!) and then he speaks (again!!!). "I can do that."

Another smile for him. Reward. Good Boy.

"Good."

"Good."

Okay, now I'm not kidding anymore. I'm seriously feeling all cute and coy and sexy so I lower my head to hide my blushing face (I don't want him to see me all red so soon in our "relationship") and lo and behold!!!

I must've started shrinking when I started worrying about my non-existent poof-tah or my suit must have gotten a little larger or something because I swear that my neckline is not where it was when I walked into this office.



Niiiice.




tbc.

Review? Bump?




still funny? Losing it a little? yeh. I'll try harder next time.