Title: False Pretenses
Author: Edele Lane
E-mail: Edyn04@aol.com
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything "Alias"-related does not belong to me. It belongs to J.J. Abrams and probably 900 other people associated with him. This means I don't own Sark. Damn. Does anyone else out there agree with me that it's incredibly easy to get lost in his eyes? I swear I found this great picture at Sarkgasm (black and white pic, but still) and I was just..transfixed..I mean..woww..*shuts up*
Archive: Nowhere yet, but if you want it, take it and then e-mail me so I'll know.
Feedback: Please;x
Summary: Sydney realizes that she wants to be with Sark. Yeah, I know that sounds boring, but if I say anything else, it will ruin what I have planned. Trust me, all the usual "Alias" people will be here. Oh, this is likely to get super-duper angsty (*cough* character deaths *cough*), so uh...yeah:P
Dedication: This is for Ash who reads each part before it is posted here and is undoubtedly my best (and favorite) critic. This is also for Dana because we both live for fanfiction and I swear I get ideas for new fics constantly while we're discussing fics we've written previously. Check out her stuff (her penname is Dana Riker).
Trance
I'm in a trance
Universe is full of stars
Nothing out there looks the same
You're the one that I've been waiting for
I don't even know your name
—"Impressive Instant," Madonna
I'm gunning down romance
It never did a thing for me
But heartache and misery
Ain't nothing but a tragedy
—"Gunning Down Romance," Savage Garden
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
—"Bring Me to Life," Evanescence
Even If It Killed Her
Sydney let out a moan as Sark lowered her onto the bed. She still had her bra and panties on and Sark was still clad in his boxers.
She arched her body into him as he lay with her on his side, half on top of her and half on the mattress as he touched his lips to her neck, shoulders, collarbone, chest, and stomach. Sydney thread her fingers through his hair and shivered at the tickle effect his mouth had on the sensitive skin of her hip.
Sark moved a hand to her breasts, lightly running the pad of his thumb across a hardened nipple through her bra. This elicited a rather loud moan from Sydney as she felt the sensations from Sark's thumb travel south rather quickly.
Sark lowered the straps of the bra and reached behind Sydney's back to find the hook and swiftly removed the material barrier from her body, letting it slip from his fingers onto the floor. He let his thumb find the same nipple while he let his mouth go to work on the other one.
Sydney moaned again as her body began to tremble with desire. Sark took notice and let his hand wander down her stomach to her panties. He let his fingers dance over her mound and on the inside of her thighs, exciting Sydney further, until she finally tugged at his boxers, pulling them off quickly, wanting Sark inside of her.
Sark nipped a bit harshly at the nipple he was suckling but complied with Sydney's obvious request all the same. He tugged off the panties and let them drop to the floor.
He laid down on top of her and slipped a hand between her legs before he slowly entered her, watching her face muscles react as he slid in as far as he could go then pulled back. He kissed her neck and collarbone then let his lips find hers in a long kiss as he slowly started to move inside of her.
Sydney wrapped her long legs around his waist, allowing Sark to be deeper inside of her. She began to move her hips in time with Sark's thrusts allowing the sensations she was feeling to increase greatly.
Their bodies moved together as one until they both finally felt themselves going over the edge, Sydney first and Sark a nanosecond after.
Sark laid there for a moment as they both caught their breath, then slipped onto his side and took Sydney into his arms, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.
Sydney's eyes popped open and she sat up and looked around. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and she realized she was in her bed and that what had happened had been a dream. She looked down and saw that she was naked so she instinctively grasped the sheet and covered herself with it. This was met by a groan of disappointment from someone slumbering next to her and she gasped, wondering if the dream had actually been real.
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes as reality set in (finally) and she remembered whom it was that was sharing her bed.
Vaughn.
She sighed and surrendered part of the sheet to him when she felt him tugging at it. She heard him mumble something in his sleep that she took to be a thanks for the sheet and sighed again. She rested her forehead in her hand after she propped her elbow up on her knee. She thought about the erotic dream she had just had about Sark and warmth flooded her body.
She was being turned on by her archenemy.
Sydney was suddenly all too aware of her nakedness so she silently stood up from the bed and went over to the dresser. She pulled open one of the drawers and pawed through the items in it, looking for a pair of pajamas. A voice behind her caused her to jump.
"What's wrong?" Vaughn asked lazily.
Oh nothing, it's just that I have suddenly realized that I want to fuck Sark. A chill ran down Sydney's spine. "I'm a little cold."
"Come here," Vaughn told her, his voice groggy from sleep, but still carrying something of a sultry undertone.
Completely missing Vaughn's intention, Sydney gestured to the pajamas she held in her hands and said, "Like I said, I'm cold, so let me put these on and then I'll try to go back to sleep."
Vaughn sighed.
Oh. Sydney blushed deeply and was suddenly grateful that the room was dark. She laid the pajamas back in the drawer and closed it, then made her way back to the bed.
Almost immediately, Vaughn was on top of her, raining kisses on her neck. Sydney suddenly started thinking about her Sark dream and bit her lip, prompting Vaughn to ask her if she was okay. She didn't answer, only gave him a small smile and a kiss. Vaughn brushed his lips lightly against Sydney's as he entered her. She gasped when the dream came back to her.
She forced herself to think about something else—someone else—as she tried to get the Sark dream out of her head. She thought about being on a beach, lying on the sand, at sunset, with someone making love to her. On closer inspection, she realized that it was Sark and quickly chased that dream away.
She tried to think of a scenario that had Vaughn in it, but it didn't matter now because Vaughn had just come and she had found herself faking her orgasm. He slipped out of her and Sydney was more than grateful when he flipped over onto his side after whispering a 'good night' in her ear because she was too preoccupied with trying to figure out why she had been dreaming about Sark to want to cuddle.
Sydney lay on her side, facing away from Vaughn, and pulled the sheets over her when she found herself shivering. The Sark dream came back again and this time she didn't bother trying to chase it away. Warmth, again, spread through her body and she let a content sigh escape from her throat.
She wanted Sark.
She knew she was nuts. Sark was her enemy and someone who had tortured her best friend. But for some reason, she craved him.
This is ridiculous.
She was with Vaughn, someone who loved and cared about her and someone she was pretty sure that she loved as well. But she still ached for something more, different. Someone different. Someone who was her equal in more ways than she cared to count. Someone she—although she had denied it when she was in Paris with him a few months before—wanted to get to know better. Someone with whom she wanted to have a relationship.
Sydney groaned a bit. She knew that Sark was a bad guy and she groaned again when she realized that it seemed to be true that girls had a penchant for bad boys. Granted, this so-called 'bad boy' was an assassin, but he was still a bad boy, nonetheless.
She wondered if perhaps Sark actually had an agenda that involved screwing Sloane over. She figured this was doubtful but she found herself wanting and needing him so badly that she was making up ways for him to somehow be good, to somehow not be her enemy. She swallowed hard when she realized there was a dull ache in her chest where her heart was beating steadily.
She was falling for him.
Hard.
She narrowed her eyes at the wall she had her gaze focused on. Screw it. She was going to—somehow—find a way to be with Sark. No matter what the consequences.
Even if it meant ending what she had with Vaughn.
Even if it meant quitting the CIA to be free from the spy life just so she could run off somewhere with him.
Even if it was incredibly dangerous and risky to form some kind of relationship with him.
Even if it killed her.