Title: Cravings
Disclaimer: As if I was cool enough to have thought up "Alias!" I wish!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sydney/Sark
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The couple sped through the streets of L.A. – first residential, near Sydney's house, and then toward the bright lights of the city. Then, up the Pacific Coast Highway.
"I thought we were going somewhere on Wilshire," Sydney said, as the breeze whipped through her hair. She was beginning to get a little nervous. After all, she was sobering up. And she was with Sark, master of the unpredictable.
"Change of plans," he said. "I think we should try something a bit different."
The road twisted and turned. Sark turned on the radio, letting a classic rock station filter through the car. Sydney began to get tired. She closed her eyes, taking in the sound of the music mixed with the breeze mixed with the fact that she was sitting next to her one-time enemy, waiting for something to happen between them. It seemed like weeks, but she had been drinking with Weiss just a few hours before.
Sydney drifted off to sleep. Sark looked over at her, admiringly. He never thought he would fall for a woman like this. He never thought he could fall for a woman like this. But somehow, Sydney was different. She was his equal. He had finally met his match.
He pulled the car over into a deserted parking lot at a beach just north of Zuma, on the outskirts of Malibu. The weather was still rather warm for this time of year and there was a nice hint of moonlight.
Sark looked at her again, still amazed. Her hair had fallen partially over her eyes, due to the soft wind. He touched some of the strands, gingerly, moving them off her face.
She stirred awake, disoriented. She wondered where she was. But when she looked into the dark blue eyes in front of her, she knew.
She was with Sark.
"What have I done?" she thought.
He recognized that she was awake, but didn't say anything. He simply took her hand and led her out of the car.
She wondered where they were headed.
Not far.
He sat on the trunk of the car and motioned for her to do the same.
She complied.
They both looked off into the distance, lost in thought.
Slowly, he placed his arm around her, moving her closer. As the wind hit, he rubbed her back slowly, giving her a warm glow.
She placed her hand on his thigh, and then drew her legs across his lap, so that she was sitting on him. She then leaned back, as he grasped her protectively.
Finally, Sydney broke the silence.
"I don't want this to end," she said.
He didn't know what to say. Of course, he didn't want whatever magical thing that seemed to be occurring between them to end either. But he knew that at some point, it might, due to circumstances beyond their control.
So he decided not to say anything at all.
Instead, he lowered his mouth to her neck, then up to her lips, and they shared their second truly intimate moment of the last few hours.
It seemed that time had stopped for both of them. No more worrying about alliances and pacts and danger. Hell, they were forming their own alliance right now – one that felt much more real than any of their past ventures.
Sydney brushed out thoughts of what others might think. As hard as that was, it seemed easier than living without Sark's lips on hers at the moment.
But suddenly, headlights began moving toward the pair. At first, neither was willing to interrupt their kisses to look, but eventually Sark broke down.
A sleek black Lincoln suddenly stopped, just 10 feet from the couple.
The door opened. A man in a suit stepped out of the car.
The lights blinded Sydney for a few seconds, but soon the figure came in focus.
"Sydney, we have to talk," a sharp voice called out.
"Daddy?"