She reached high above her head; an attempt to grab the 6 by 2 piece of
wood that's jutting tauntingly over the edge of the shelves. Damn it! *Why
the hell am I short NOW? Of all the times I've wanted to be shorter.this is
the time God shoves it in my face!* She looks around her, making sure no
one was watching before she suddenly jumps up, propelling herself towards
the wood. It looms closer and closer until her hands hits it solidly and it
falls with her. For the two feet she has jumped, it feels as if she's
falling twenty. Fear fills her as she rapidly moves her arms in circles,
her stomach flipping, her back tensing as it anticipates the fall onto the
floor.
Suddenly, arms come under her and it's like a fairytale. She smiles in thanks as she looks up and freezes. Green eyes, so beautifully, painstakingly green, look down at her smiling. She grins back.
"Thanks for the help," she smiles and allows her dimples to come through. * Damn he's hot * She gives him the once over; tall, at least 6 feet, with a lean body, and a face handcrafted by God. Her eyes wander over his fore mentioned eyes and his dirty blond hair.
"No problem, you know, I would've helped you if you had asked. I'm slightly taller than you are and therefore my falling risk is much lower than yours." He blushes slightly as he feels her looking him over. At his words, she looks away. * Damn it, don't make her feel bad.DO something! Lord.she's beautiful. Hey, that little superman thing made me feel pretty damn good. I'm a real Prince Charming. God, shut up Michael, you're so full of yourself. Lord, do something before she turns away! * He winks at her and bends to pick up the fallen wood.
She grins, feeling a little faint. She holds out her hand. "Hi, I'm Sydney Bristow."
He smiles, puts the wood in his other hand and shakes hers. "Michael Vaughn. How are you?"
"Well, I'm great now that you saved me from great peril," She has a wink of her own and Vaughn can't help but feel that hers was a hell of a lot sexier and natural than his had been. "You're a real dashing knight aren't you?"
He grins. A warm feeling fills his stomach. "Well, I guess I am. But I have to ask you, who uses the word "dashing" anymore?"
An unexpected laugh fills the silence. Her eyes light up, "That's something my friend's always tease me about. Dashing is the word I use for someone who may or may not be extremely hot but his actions make him.extremely desirable."
~ Vaughn~
Oh God. A warm flush spreads across my cheeks. I haven't flirted in God knows how long. I look at her, her straight brown hair reaching just below her shoulders, her face open, honest, and beautiful and I can't help but rise to the occasion. "Well.I'm not sure how to take that, Ms. Bristow. Are you saying I'm not hot or are you complimenting my actions?"
She grins back and I know she has noticed my blush. "Well, Mr. Vaughn, and I'm only telling you this because we will probably never see each other again; I'm not a very forward girl you know," She winks and I know that she probably is. "The truth I that I happen to find you both attractive and knightly,"
That's it. I've worked up my nerve. I'm about to ask her out. But then she holds up her piece of wood, glances at her watch and murmurs a quick good bye before I even get a chance to mutter a "wannahavedinnerwithmetonight?"
A sigh wells up and pours out of my mouth and I know she'll be the only thing I can think about for the next day or so. Even though I have only spoken with her for the last couple of minutes, I know my mind will be racing with questions. Why was she buying wood? God I want to run after her but it's already too late. If I run after her now, she'll think I'm indecisive. Or maybe she knew I was going to try and left because she's already involved with someone. Of course she is. How can someone who looks like she does NOT be involved with someone else? It's definitely too late now. Besides, she doesn't deserve a guy like me. God knows lack of time has been the end of almost all my relationships.
And it is in this moment that I hate the CIA. Not because of the relationships it has cost me but for the relationships that I could have had and instead threw away.
Suddenly, arms come under her and it's like a fairytale. She smiles in thanks as she looks up and freezes. Green eyes, so beautifully, painstakingly green, look down at her smiling. She grins back.
"Thanks for the help," she smiles and allows her dimples to come through. * Damn he's hot * She gives him the once over; tall, at least 6 feet, with a lean body, and a face handcrafted by God. Her eyes wander over his fore mentioned eyes and his dirty blond hair.
"No problem, you know, I would've helped you if you had asked. I'm slightly taller than you are and therefore my falling risk is much lower than yours." He blushes slightly as he feels her looking him over. At his words, she looks away. * Damn it, don't make her feel bad.DO something! Lord.she's beautiful. Hey, that little superman thing made me feel pretty damn good. I'm a real Prince Charming. God, shut up Michael, you're so full of yourself. Lord, do something before she turns away! * He winks at her and bends to pick up the fallen wood.
She grins, feeling a little faint. She holds out her hand. "Hi, I'm Sydney Bristow."
He smiles, puts the wood in his other hand and shakes hers. "Michael Vaughn. How are you?"
"Well, I'm great now that you saved me from great peril," She has a wink of her own and Vaughn can't help but feel that hers was a hell of a lot sexier and natural than his had been. "You're a real dashing knight aren't you?"
He grins. A warm feeling fills his stomach. "Well, I guess I am. But I have to ask you, who uses the word "dashing" anymore?"
An unexpected laugh fills the silence. Her eyes light up, "That's something my friend's always tease me about. Dashing is the word I use for someone who may or may not be extremely hot but his actions make him.extremely desirable."
~ Vaughn~
Oh God. A warm flush spreads across my cheeks. I haven't flirted in God knows how long. I look at her, her straight brown hair reaching just below her shoulders, her face open, honest, and beautiful and I can't help but rise to the occasion. "Well.I'm not sure how to take that, Ms. Bristow. Are you saying I'm not hot or are you complimenting my actions?"
She grins back and I know she has noticed my blush. "Well, Mr. Vaughn, and I'm only telling you this because we will probably never see each other again; I'm not a very forward girl you know," She winks and I know that she probably is. "The truth I that I happen to find you both attractive and knightly,"
That's it. I've worked up my nerve. I'm about to ask her out. But then she holds up her piece of wood, glances at her watch and murmurs a quick good bye before I even get a chance to mutter a "wannahavedinnerwithmetonight?"
A sigh wells up and pours out of my mouth and I know she'll be the only thing I can think about for the next day or so. Even though I have only spoken with her for the last couple of minutes, I know my mind will be racing with questions. Why was she buying wood? God I want to run after her but it's already too late. If I run after her now, she'll think I'm indecisive. Or maybe she knew I was going to try and left because she's already involved with someone. Of course she is. How can someone who looks like she does NOT be involved with someone else? It's definitely too late now. Besides, she doesn't deserve a guy like me. God knows lack of time has been the end of almost all my relationships.
And it is in this moment that I hate the CIA. Not because of the relationships it has cost me but for the relationships that I could have had and instead threw away.
