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Sydney awoke just a moment after Sark was leaving the room and she saw him head out the door. She had heard everything he and her mother had said as she was only barely half-asleep. She had fought with all her might not to just jump up and kiss him right there. She knew she had to wait until they both knew it was right.

She stood up quickly and glanced at her mother, who nodded. She smiled, and said, "This is it."

Irina nodded again, instantly knowing what Sydney meant. She shooed her out of the room and grinned. Sydney grinned back and mouthed a 'thank you' before heading out into the hall.

She took a few cautious steps forward, suddenly nervous. She watched Sark's retreating back and decided she had to do it. She knew when he turned around that he would know exactly what her intentions were, and it would be, indeed, the right moment.

"Sark!" she called, and watched as he stopped in his tracks. She couldn't see, but a smile had spread over his face.

Sark turned around and stood in place for a moment, perhaps thirty paces from Sydney. Their eyes locked and Sark just knew—this was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment that both of them knew what would happen and they would be able to easily admit what they felt.

They started walking towards one another at the same time, their steps tentative at first, then quicker, until they finally reached one another and crashed into each other's arms, their lips melding together in an urgent kiss.

Sydney felt warm and tingly all over. It had been too long since she had felt that feeling with anyone. She thread her fingers through Sark's wavy blond mop, twisting her fingers around the unruly curls at the nape of his neck.

Sark wrapped his arms around Sydney, drinking her in. He moved one hand up to her face to rest his palm on her cheek then slowly guided his fingers through her chestnut locks as his other hand rested on her back. He was amazed at how much he really did love her and was absolutely relieved that, at least judging by this phenomenal kiss, that she loved him as well.

They pulled back slightly at the same time, breathless, peering into each other's eyes, in awe of what was happening between them. They smiled at each other and Sydney wrapped her arms around Sark's neck and pressed herself against him as his arms tightened around her, holding her as if he were afraid to let go.

The next kiss was slower, more passionate, and they felt more connected to each other than ever. Sydney swore she heard doctors and nurses talking about the public display of affection, scoffing and announcing how ridiculous it was, and she fought the urge to flip them off.

This was her time. Her moment. With her man. There was no way a bunch of petty nurses and doctors were going to ruin it for her, even if she and Sark were making out in the middle of a public hospital.

This is certainly one to tell the kids, 'Your father and I shared our first kiss in a hospital in Tuscany shortly after I shot my own mother.'

Sydney fought the urge to laugh, but had to pull back from Sark because she was about to crack up. Sark looked at her curiously then joined her in her laughter, hardly caring what was so funny, but just relishing being able to do something she was doing and that they were doing it together.

Sark took her hand as they were still laughing and led her out into the waiting room, then out of the hospital. He pulled her to him, kissing her again, wrapping his arms around her. When they separated, Sydney looked up at him and smiled, before resting her head on his chest, savoring the closeness she had with Sark.

"God, I love you," she whispered into his chest, "I love you so damn much it physically hurts."

"I love you too, Sydney," Sark whispered into her hair before pressing his lips to the top of her head.

"Promise me this won't end," Sydney said quietly, pushing her head up into the crook of his neck and feeling Sark's cheek against hers.

"I promise, Sydney," Sark told her, hugging her tighter, "I won't let anything ruin this for us."

"Have you ever felt love this strong?" Sydney asked, pulling back so she could look in his eyes.

Sark shook his head. "No, this is the first time."

"Me too," Sydney said, settling back into his embrace. "Let's go to the hotel," she whispered.

"Are you sure?" Sark asked, wanting to make sure the relationship didn't move faster than it needed to move.

"I'm positive," Sydney said smiling, reaching up to his face and pulling his head down to kiss him. "I need this. We need this."

Sark nodded.

Sydney grinned. "So let's do it."


Sark opened the door to his room and pulled Sydney inside with him, carelessly slamming the door shut as Sydney pushed him backwards, beginning to strip him of his clothing as she kissed him torturously.

Sark shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside, then carefully unbuttoned Sydney's shirt and pulled it down off her shoulders.

In the heat of their passion, it only took a minute for all other material barriers to be discarded then Sark led Sydney to the bed.

He laid on top of her, his hands running over her curves and his mouth connecting with any part of her he could reach. Sometime during the middle of all this, Sydney voiced her desire in Sark's ear and he graciously complied.

Sark slid inside slowly, letting Sydney adjust. Before long, they were moving together, their rhythm perfectly in sync, proving further just how much they completed each other.

Soon, they had both gone over the edge, crying out their passion, then holding one another until their breathing returned to normal. Sark trailed kisses up Sydney's neck to nibble on her ear, then moved to her jaw line, finally letting his lips find hers in a long, deep kiss.

Sark slipped onto his side, taking Sydney into his arms and burying his face in the crook of her neck. His fingertips lightly grazed her stomach and Sydney sighed with content as she covered Sark's hands with her own, then thread her fingers through his.

"I wonder what would have happened if we had figured this out a long time ago. If I had known that you weren't my enemy."

"I don't know," Sark whispered, "but I don't think we should dwell on the past. We can't change it, so why spend time trying to figure it out?"

Sydney smiled a little. "I guess you're right."

"Well, of course," Sark said, kissing her neck.

"Hey," Sydney said with a laugh, giving his cheek a playful tap, "you shouldn't always assume you're right."

"Okay, okay," Sark said, raising his hands up defensively. Sydney turned over onto her back and grinned up at him, her oh-so-incredibly-cute dimples prominent. "But, I basically know that I'm always right." He winked at her and she grinned again. "To prove it, I have a game."

Sydney laughed and pulled his head down towards her, threading her fingers through his hair as she kissed him.

"I'm serious," Sark said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Uh huh," Sydney mumbled, kissing him again. She bit her lip and looked at him thoughtfully. "You're different around me."

Sark raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you always have this bad boy façade that you use when you're Assassin Sark, you know? You did it with me, too, but now that we've evolved from that, and you're Just Sark, you're—"

"Human?"

Sydney nodded. "I like Just Sark better than Assassin Sark."

"Me too," Sark said, one corner of his mouth turning up in a seductive smile. "Now, for that game..."

"You're not serious about this?" Sydney said, laughing again.

"Just listen," Sark told her. "Now, I'm going to assume I'm right about some things, and I want you to correct me if I'm wrong."

"What kind of things?" Sydney asked curiously, her eyebrows raised.

Sark slid his hand up Sydney's side, stopping to roll a nipple between his fingers then gently pinch it. Sydney whimpered.

"Would I be right to assume that you like this?"

Sydney frowned and mussed his hair. "That's not fair. You already know the answers to those kinds of questions."

"You're no fun," Sark said with a sigh.

"All right, you can continue," Sydney told him, grinning broadly.

"Thank you," Sark said.

Sydney took a deep breath and let it out, preparing for whatever Sark had planned. He released her nipple and let his hand reach the underside of that breast, his fingers crawling across the skin. Sydney inhaled sharply.

"This?"

"Yes," Sydney mumbled.

Sark smiled and gently squeezed, then moved his hand, going to work on the other breast. Sydney bit her lip, feeling a tightening at the tips of her breasts where her nipples had become stiff. She breathed heavily as her hands found the bed sheets and gripped them tightly.

Sark raised an eyebrow at her in an unspoken question and she nodded. He smiled again, satisfied at his game. He leaned down and took a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, making Sydney arch her back to be closer to him. He stopped and she grunted in protest. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"I guess I don't have to ask if I'm right about that one."

Cocky fuck. That's harsh. Oh well, at least I'm not saying it to his face...

Sydney narrowed her eyes at him as he moved his face in front of hers. She firmly placed her fingers on the back of his neck and brought his head down to hers where she chewed on his lip harshly.

Sark nodded, understanding that he had gone too far and rubbed his bruised lip.

Good boy.

He leaned down and kissed her, guiding his hand down over her stomach to her mound where he stopped. Sydney whimpered again, wanting him, craving him.

"Please," she whispered, her body trembling and her eyes begging.

Sark smirked. "I think it's safe to say that I've won," he said, keeping a safe distance from her mouth so she couldn't bite into his lip again.

Sydney clenched her jaw and raised her chin defiantly.

"Say it," he taunted, his fingers tracing patterns on her center.

Sydney moaned a little when Sark's fingers moved closer and closer until—

He pulled his hand away.

Sydney's mouth opened involuntarily and she raised her eyebrows. She had let him win by begging him, and he was letting her know it. There was only one way she could get what she wanted.

Needed.

"Fine," she said slowly, "you win."

To her surprise, Sark's face didn't register any kind of victory smirk. He simply nodded and melded his lips to hers in a long kiss before giving her what she wanted.

And needed...

He never fails to amaze me.