A/N: Just a quick note to say thanks to those that have reviewed. I really
appreciate it, and I'm glad that you've all been enjoying the story thus
far.
Chaton
10
"You've got four minutes to meet Sark at the exchange point. I've tapped into the security system to give you a heads up on Sark's location if there are any delays, or if there are any guards to look out for." Weiss told her as she exited the van. "The surveillance cameras take in video only, so you don't have to worry about your conversation with him."
"Conversation? I'm gonna beat him up and take the book. What kind of conversation do you think I'll be having with him?" Sydney asked.
"I don't know, what type of weapons you each prefer? Or maybe confessions of undying love?" He replied with an evil smile. Sydney glared. "Look, all I'm saying is: try not to kiss him again."
"Weiss? Shut your mouth." She slammed the door shut before he could respond.
She approached the side of the building, and her earpiece buzzed to life. "It's not that easy to get rid of me, Mountaineer." Weiss's tinny voice said.
"Stop distracting me." She replied lowly as she reached a door and began to pick the lock. She made quick work of it, and she was inside the storehouse in moments. Sydney pulled out her tranq gun and moved along the wall until she found the set of stairs she was looking for. Stealthily, she moved up them, and paused at the door to the second level. "Am I clear?" She asked.
"Clear." Weiss confirmed.
She pulled open the door and peaked out into the hall. She quickly bolted past rows and rows of doors until she reached a corner. "Mountaineer, you've got one guard approaching." Weiss warned.
Sydney flattened against the wall and held her breath as she waited. As soon as the unsuspecting guard came into view, she shot him in the neck. He collapsed immediately. She stepped over his body and kept moving towards the exchange point. "Sark's location?" She asked.
"He's got the book now, and he's on his way to meet you. One minute."
"Good." She slowed her pace a little, not wanting to arrive too early. She moved past door after door, all of them white and blending with the white walls. She came to another corner, another hall, and forged ahead. Finally, she came to the hall where Sark had arranged to meet her. She paused at the corner before turning into it. "Any sign of Sark?"
"He's entering now."
Sydney took a deep breath and turned the corner. Sark was approaching from the other end. He was dressed similarly to her: black pants, black sweater, and a bulletproof vest. He had the book in his hand. He smiled and tucked the book into the back of his pants. "Sydney, good to see that you're on time."
"Of course I am." Sydney said defensively, as she re-holstered her gun.
"Shall we?"
"Yes. Let's." She replied with a grin, and she darted forward. She lashed out with her fist, but Sark easily blocked it and his fist connected with her jaw. She stumbled backward. "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.
Sark chuckled. "You didn't think I'd make this easy, did you? Sydney, I have a reputation to uphold. I can't have the Covenant thinking I went down without a proper fight."
"Alright, Sark. You don't hold back, and neither will I." She said, her lips pursed with determination. Sark merely nodded, and Sydney launched forward once more. She attacked with another punch to the face, but as he raised his hand to block it, she swung up her leg and kicked him in the side. Quickly, before he could recover, she moved to kick him again, but he anticipated her move, and he grabbed her by the leg and shoved it away. He swung at her face again, and Sydney barely jerked back from it in time. She grabbed his arm and used it to slam him against the wall. She wrenched his arm behind him and leaned into his back so she could purr into his ear "Now really, Sark. Is this what you call a proper fight?"
Her free hand moved to the book, but she was caught off guard as he swung his elbow behind him and caught her in the rib cage. He pushed off the wall and used the momentum of his body to crush her between the opposite wall and his body. He flipped around and pressed against her as his hands caught her wrists and held them over her head. He dipped his head lower, and she felt the heat of his breath dance over her ear. "Sydney, darling, you don't give me enough credit."
Sydney was reminded of the last time Sark had her pinned against a wall, and the familiar pressure of his hips against hers was making her ache. She decided to use this to her advantage. She lifted her hips off the wall and pressed harder against him. She smiled at the small hitch in Sark's breathing. She swiveled her hips just slightly, enough to make his eyes close. "Sark?" She breathed.
"Hm?" He muttered, his eyes still closed.
She noted how his hands relaxed their grip around her wrists. "I can think of a few things I haven't given you. Is credit really what you want from me?" He licked his lips, and Sydney was keenly aware of how close they were to hers. "Then you'd better let go of me, because I'm two seconds away from kneeing you in the groin."
Sark's eyes flew open, and she wrenched her wrists out of his grasp. She shoved him away forcefully and grinned. "I can't believe you fell for that."
Sark raised an eyebrow, and suppressed a smile. "Very amusing."
Weiss suddenly spoke into her earpiece. "Listen, Mountaineer, I hate to break up the foreplay, but three armed guards are headed towards you right now."
"Shit." Sydney swore. "We've got company. Time for me to go." She crouched on the ground and swung her leg at the back of Sark's knees, causing him to fall on his back. Sydney grabbed his vest and flipped him onto his stomach so she could grab the book. "There's three of them, all armed. Are you okay to take care of this yourself?"
"Yes." His voice was slightly strained.
"Good. I'll contact you tomorrow night." She got to her feet. "Is the side exit clear?" She said to Weiss.
"Negative. I'll meet you at the back exit."
She pulled out her gun, this one loaded with bullets, and took off down the hall. Sydney heard shouts behind her, followed by gunfire. She glanced behind her to see Sark dive through a doorway. She kept running.
Minutes later, she'd shot two guards, and was bursting out the back exit of the building. The van was nowhere to be seen. "Weiss, where are you?"
Confused, she glanced around, then decided to check the original extraction point. Weiss may have encountered some trouble and been delayed. "If you can hear this, I'm on my way to the side exit." She ran to the edge of the building and plunged around the corner. The van was still parked where she'd left it. She began to run towards it, but halted when the side exit door flew open.
Sark emerged from inside the building and turned to see Sydney standing a few feet away. She began to say something, but stopped when Sark aimed his gun towards her and fired. Sydney jumped, startled by the gunshot. Behind her, she heard a low groan and the sound of gushing blood. She turned to see a guard fall to his knees, his hand clutching at the river of red that poured from his stomach. As he fell to his side, he made a last attempt at a shot. Sydney threw herself out of the way.
Sark dove as well, but a second too late. The bullet bit into his thigh, and he let out a shout of pain. Sydney shot the guard in the head, then ran to Sark's side. "Fuck." He swore.
Sydney checked the back of his thigh. "The bullet went clean through. Are you okay to walk? We've got to get out of here." She helped him to his feet, and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Come on, I'll take you to the safehouse, and we'll clean you up."
"Sydney, are you forgetting who I am? You can't take me to a CIA safehouse."
"Right, of course. We'll drop you off wherever you need to go, then."
Sark eyed the van suspiciously. "Can your man be trusted?"
"I trust him." Sydney replied.
He thought for a moment. "Fine."
They began hobbling towards the van. "It's not like you had a choice, you know. You can't even stand without my help." Sydney said.
"That's wonderful, Sydney. I save you the trouble of being shot in the back, and I get merciless ribbing for my reward."
Sydney began to reply, but was interrupted by an explosion. They were both thrown backwards as the van burst into a tower of flames. Scraps of metal rained down around them.
Sydney pushed herself up to her feet, and stared in horror at the fire- engulfed van. Tears were filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. "Weiss?" She whispered. "Weiss?" She repeated the name over and over, unaware that each time; she got louder, until she was screaming. She ran towards the wreckage. Sydney heard Sark call after her, but she ignored him. She got as close to the burning van as she could, but she could see nothing on the inside, only fire. The smoke was choking her, and she stumbled backwards, right into Sark.
She turned and tried to speak, but she was racked with sobs. Sark was gazing at the flames, his face etched with confusion and alarm. Finally, he tore his eyes away and looked down at Sydney, who stood staring up at him, her eyes bright and full of pain. His face softened, and he put his arms around her. She stood within his embrace, stiff at first, but soon, she allowed herself to melt into him. She buried her face against his chest.
Sark held her in silence for as long as he could, but finally, he spoke. "Sydney, we have to get out of here." Her arms tightened around him, and she tried to speak, but her words were muffled. "We can't stay here. More guards could be on their way. We have to leave."
"I can't leave him." Sydney said as she shrugged out of his arms.
"There's nothing you can do." Sark said as gently as he could.
They both heard the exit door open behind them, and Sark swung around, took aim, and fired as another guard emerged from the building. "Sydney, we have to go."
She stared into the flames for a moment, then wordlessly wrapped her arm around Sark's waist again. They trudged off into the darkness. Sark's car was parked down the street from the storehouse. Sydney helped him into the passenger seat, shut the door, and got in the driver's seat. "Where am I going?" she asked quietly.
Sark gave her instructions on how to find his nearest safehouse. They drove mostly in silence, the quiet interrupted only by his occasional directions. Finally, after what seemed like hours of driving through darkness and trees, the headlights of the car lit a small, plain house. Sydney helped Sark out of the car and inside.
The house was really more of a shack, bare from the usual comforts of a home, save for the bed that sat in the corner, and a small table with two chairs in the tiny kitchen. She tossed the book on the table. Sydney sat Sark down on the bed. "Where are your medical supplies?" Her voice was hollow.
"In the bathroom, under the sink." He replied, and watched her disappear into the other room. He leaned back and undid his belt and his pants, and struggled to pull them off without standing. His leg was covered in blood. He removed his boots and his socks. Sydney came back with a wet towel, rubbing alcohol and bandages. She kneeled before him on the floor, and went to work. She cleaned most of the blood with the towel, and cleaned and dressed his wound.
She wrapped the bandage around his thigh once more, and fastened it. She noticed a scar, peaking out from the edge of the bandage, just above his knee. Sydney had a vague recollection of an ice cavern in Siberia, and hurling an ice pick at him. Her fingers traced the scar, and she looked up to meet Sark's gaze. His eyes were burning into hers. "Thank you." He said, his voice low and quiet.
Sydney attempted a smile, but failed miserably. Instead, she reached up and undid the fastenings for his bulletproof vest. He shrugged out of it, and tossed it on the floor. Sydney stood and removed hers as well. She removed her weapons, and placed them on the kitchen table. She turned back to face Sark. Her arms hung heavily at her sides. Sydney gazed at the floor, unable to bear the sight of pity in Sark's eyes. She heard the springs of the bed squeak as he struggled to stand. He closed the distance between them. She felt his hand run through her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and she looked up at him.
"Sydney," he began, but she shook her head. Fresh tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"I don't want to talk about it." She whispered.
Sark nodded. Sydney tried desperately not to sob, not to break in front of the man who was supposed to be her enemy, but all she could do was long for him to hold her again. She needed him to lessen the pain that was burning her insides. Sydney found herself leaning into him, and resting her cheek against his shoulder. After a moment, she felt his arms move up and circle around her. His warmth comforted her.
An eternity seemed to pass as Sark listened to Sydney's sniffling and sighs slow to a stop. She wiped away her tears and raised her head to look up at him. "I'm sorry." She said.
"Sydney, there's no need to apologize." He replied.
She was silent, and she held his gaze as her hands moved slowly up his back and caressed his neck. Sark looked surprised, but he said nothing. She watched his face as she pulled him closer against her, then closed her eyes as her lips met his. Her kiss was searching, and full of need. At first, he remained motionless, but finally, his hands traveled up her arms and held her face as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. She backed him up to the edge of the bed, and he sat, pulling her down with him.
Sydney climbed into his lap, her thighs straddling his. She ran her hands down his chest to his waist, and her fingers grasped desperately at his sweater. Quickly, she broke the kiss as she pulled the sweater up and over his head. She tossed it behind her to the floor. Her eyes raked over the smooth skin of his chest and arms, made imperfect only by the ghosts of wounds from missions gone by. She was too familiar with the scars that their kind of life could leave. Her eyes met his. "Sydney, what are you doing?" He asked, slightly out of breath.
"I don't know. I just know that I don't want to feel alone anymore." She said as she pulled off her shirt. Her lips crashed into his once more, this time more urgent and demanding. Her hands ran through his hair, and the short hairs bristled against her palms. She sucked and bit his lip as she felt his hands slide up her sides and back to the clasp of her bra. He unfastened it, then slid the straps from her shoulders, one after the other. She leaned her head back as he kissed a trail from her neck to her shoulder, and he pulled the bra away from her breasts. He pressed one hand against the small of her back, pushing her closer to him, as the other cupped her breast. His thumb ran over her taut nipple, and she let out a low moan.
She brought her lips against his neck, and she kissed and sucked at it. She couldn't resist giving him a gentle bite, and it brought a growl to Sark's lips. She kissed her way back to his lips, and she flicked her tongue over them, before tangling it with his tongue once again. Their breath was heavy and fast.
Her hand trailed down between them, caressing his chest and stomach, to feel him over his black silk boxers. He was already hard and ready for her. She stroked him through the smooth material, and he groaned against her mouth. He grasped her hips, flipped her onto her back, and pressed himself on top of her in one fluid motion. Sark nibbled on her lip, then trailed kisses down her throat, between her breasts, and down her stomach. He undid the button of her pants and pulled down the zipper with his teeth. He slipped his hands under the waistband of both her pants and her panties and pushed them slowly down her hips. He pulled them off her legs, then kissed his way up to her breasts.
His tongue rolled over her nipple, and she arched her back as he sucked one and then the other. He pressed his hips against hers, and she felt his cock push against her through his boxers. Her hands slipped down to them and tried to push them down. "Sark," she breathed, "take these off."
Sark looked up at her, then stood up from the bed and slid them off. He gazed down at her for a moment, and Sydney sat up and took his hand. She pulled him onto the bed beside her, then swung her leg over his hips and sat on top of him. Her fingernails traced paths down his chest, and she leaned down and kissed him passionately. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and she sighed as his hand ran up her thigh and between her legs. He rubbed her slowly, teasing her with his fingers. His other hand was tangled in her dark hair, keeping her lips pressed against his. Sydney was moaning and sighing as his fingers worked faster, when she finally reached down and pulled his hand away from her.
She took his cock into her hand, and locked eyes with him as she rubbed him against herself. She was slick with wanting him, and she guided him inside of her easily. She couldn't help but gasp as Sark filled her, and she closed her eyes as she began to rock back and forth. She felt lighter then air as she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm.
Sark sat suddenly and wrapped his arm around her waist. Without slipping out of her, he flipped her onto her back, and he began to thrust hard against her. She was almost overwhelmed by the feeling of him, and she gasped for breath between moans. Her fingernails bit into his back as she cried out. Her eyes were shut tightly. "Sydney," Sark whispered against her ear, "look at me."
Sydney opened her eyes and gazed up at him. She'd never seen his eyes so blue. "Sark." She moaned.
"You're so beautiful."
An odd feeling of familiarity flashed in her mind. She reached up and caressed his cheek. He leaned down and kissed her as they came together.
****
Sydney awoke to the pale yellow light of morning. She looked at Sark, fast asleep next to her, and sighed. She slipped quietly out of the bed and set about finding her clothes. She dressed quickly, and grabbed her weapons and the book off the table. She began to leave, but stopped and turned back to the table. She tore a blank page from the back of the book and pulled out a pen from her vest. She scribbled a quick note, then left.
Thank you for being my distraction.
Chaton
10
"You've got four minutes to meet Sark at the exchange point. I've tapped into the security system to give you a heads up on Sark's location if there are any delays, or if there are any guards to look out for." Weiss told her as she exited the van. "The surveillance cameras take in video only, so you don't have to worry about your conversation with him."
"Conversation? I'm gonna beat him up and take the book. What kind of conversation do you think I'll be having with him?" Sydney asked.
"I don't know, what type of weapons you each prefer? Or maybe confessions of undying love?" He replied with an evil smile. Sydney glared. "Look, all I'm saying is: try not to kiss him again."
"Weiss? Shut your mouth." She slammed the door shut before he could respond.
She approached the side of the building, and her earpiece buzzed to life. "It's not that easy to get rid of me, Mountaineer." Weiss's tinny voice said.
"Stop distracting me." She replied lowly as she reached a door and began to pick the lock. She made quick work of it, and she was inside the storehouse in moments. Sydney pulled out her tranq gun and moved along the wall until she found the set of stairs she was looking for. Stealthily, she moved up them, and paused at the door to the second level. "Am I clear?" She asked.
"Clear." Weiss confirmed.
She pulled open the door and peaked out into the hall. She quickly bolted past rows and rows of doors until she reached a corner. "Mountaineer, you've got one guard approaching." Weiss warned.
Sydney flattened against the wall and held her breath as she waited. As soon as the unsuspecting guard came into view, she shot him in the neck. He collapsed immediately. She stepped over his body and kept moving towards the exchange point. "Sark's location?" She asked.
"He's got the book now, and he's on his way to meet you. One minute."
"Good." She slowed her pace a little, not wanting to arrive too early. She moved past door after door, all of them white and blending with the white walls. She came to another corner, another hall, and forged ahead. Finally, she came to the hall where Sark had arranged to meet her. She paused at the corner before turning into it. "Any sign of Sark?"
"He's entering now."
Sydney took a deep breath and turned the corner. Sark was approaching from the other end. He was dressed similarly to her: black pants, black sweater, and a bulletproof vest. He had the book in his hand. He smiled and tucked the book into the back of his pants. "Sydney, good to see that you're on time."
"Of course I am." Sydney said defensively, as she re-holstered her gun.
"Shall we?"
"Yes. Let's." She replied with a grin, and she darted forward. She lashed out with her fist, but Sark easily blocked it and his fist connected with her jaw. She stumbled backward. "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.
Sark chuckled. "You didn't think I'd make this easy, did you? Sydney, I have a reputation to uphold. I can't have the Covenant thinking I went down without a proper fight."
"Alright, Sark. You don't hold back, and neither will I." She said, her lips pursed with determination. Sark merely nodded, and Sydney launched forward once more. She attacked with another punch to the face, but as he raised his hand to block it, she swung up her leg and kicked him in the side. Quickly, before he could recover, she moved to kick him again, but he anticipated her move, and he grabbed her by the leg and shoved it away. He swung at her face again, and Sydney barely jerked back from it in time. She grabbed his arm and used it to slam him against the wall. She wrenched his arm behind him and leaned into his back so she could purr into his ear "Now really, Sark. Is this what you call a proper fight?"
Her free hand moved to the book, but she was caught off guard as he swung his elbow behind him and caught her in the rib cage. He pushed off the wall and used the momentum of his body to crush her between the opposite wall and his body. He flipped around and pressed against her as his hands caught her wrists and held them over her head. He dipped his head lower, and she felt the heat of his breath dance over her ear. "Sydney, darling, you don't give me enough credit."
Sydney was reminded of the last time Sark had her pinned against a wall, and the familiar pressure of his hips against hers was making her ache. She decided to use this to her advantage. She lifted her hips off the wall and pressed harder against him. She smiled at the small hitch in Sark's breathing. She swiveled her hips just slightly, enough to make his eyes close. "Sark?" She breathed.
"Hm?" He muttered, his eyes still closed.
She noted how his hands relaxed their grip around her wrists. "I can think of a few things I haven't given you. Is credit really what you want from me?" He licked his lips, and Sydney was keenly aware of how close they were to hers. "Then you'd better let go of me, because I'm two seconds away from kneeing you in the groin."
Sark's eyes flew open, and she wrenched her wrists out of his grasp. She shoved him away forcefully and grinned. "I can't believe you fell for that."
Sark raised an eyebrow, and suppressed a smile. "Very amusing."
Weiss suddenly spoke into her earpiece. "Listen, Mountaineer, I hate to break up the foreplay, but three armed guards are headed towards you right now."
"Shit." Sydney swore. "We've got company. Time for me to go." She crouched on the ground and swung her leg at the back of Sark's knees, causing him to fall on his back. Sydney grabbed his vest and flipped him onto his stomach so she could grab the book. "There's three of them, all armed. Are you okay to take care of this yourself?"
"Yes." His voice was slightly strained.
"Good. I'll contact you tomorrow night." She got to her feet. "Is the side exit clear?" She said to Weiss.
"Negative. I'll meet you at the back exit."
She pulled out her gun, this one loaded with bullets, and took off down the hall. Sydney heard shouts behind her, followed by gunfire. She glanced behind her to see Sark dive through a doorway. She kept running.
Minutes later, she'd shot two guards, and was bursting out the back exit of the building. The van was nowhere to be seen. "Weiss, where are you?"
Confused, she glanced around, then decided to check the original extraction point. Weiss may have encountered some trouble and been delayed. "If you can hear this, I'm on my way to the side exit." She ran to the edge of the building and plunged around the corner. The van was still parked where she'd left it. She began to run towards it, but halted when the side exit door flew open.
Sark emerged from inside the building and turned to see Sydney standing a few feet away. She began to say something, but stopped when Sark aimed his gun towards her and fired. Sydney jumped, startled by the gunshot. Behind her, she heard a low groan and the sound of gushing blood. She turned to see a guard fall to his knees, his hand clutching at the river of red that poured from his stomach. As he fell to his side, he made a last attempt at a shot. Sydney threw herself out of the way.
Sark dove as well, but a second too late. The bullet bit into his thigh, and he let out a shout of pain. Sydney shot the guard in the head, then ran to Sark's side. "Fuck." He swore.
Sydney checked the back of his thigh. "The bullet went clean through. Are you okay to walk? We've got to get out of here." She helped him to his feet, and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Come on, I'll take you to the safehouse, and we'll clean you up."
"Sydney, are you forgetting who I am? You can't take me to a CIA safehouse."
"Right, of course. We'll drop you off wherever you need to go, then."
Sark eyed the van suspiciously. "Can your man be trusted?"
"I trust him." Sydney replied.
He thought for a moment. "Fine."
They began hobbling towards the van. "It's not like you had a choice, you know. You can't even stand without my help." Sydney said.
"That's wonderful, Sydney. I save you the trouble of being shot in the back, and I get merciless ribbing for my reward."
Sydney began to reply, but was interrupted by an explosion. They were both thrown backwards as the van burst into a tower of flames. Scraps of metal rained down around them.
Sydney pushed herself up to her feet, and stared in horror at the fire- engulfed van. Tears were filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. "Weiss?" She whispered. "Weiss?" She repeated the name over and over, unaware that each time; she got louder, until she was screaming. She ran towards the wreckage. Sydney heard Sark call after her, but she ignored him. She got as close to the burning van as she could, but she could see nothing on the inside, only fire. The smoke was choking her, and she stumbled backwards, right into Sark.
She turned and tried to speak, but she was racked with sobs. Sark was gazing at the flames, his face etched with confusion and alarm. Finally, he tore his eyes away and looked down at Sydney, who stood staring up at him, her eyes bright and full of pain. His face softened, and he put his arms around her. She stood within his embrace, stiff at first, but soon, she allowed herself to melt into him. She buried her face against his chest.
Sark held her in silence for as long as he could, but finally, he spoke. "Sydney, we have to get out of here." Her arms tightened around him, and she tried to speak, but her words were muffled. "We can't stay here. More guards could be on their way. We have to leave."
"I can't leave him." Sydney said as she shrugged out of his arms.
"There's nothing you can do." Sark said as gently as he could.
They both heard the exit door open behind them, and Sark swung around, took aim, and fired as another guard emerged from the building. "Sydney, we have to go."
She stared into the flames for a moment, then wordlessly wrapped her arm around Sark's waist again. They trudged off into the darkness. Sark's car was parked down the street from the storehouse. Sydney helped him into the passenger seat, shut the door, and got in the driver's seat. "Where am I going?" she asked quietly.
Sark gave her instructions on how to find his nearest safehouse. They drove mostly in silence, the quiet interrupted only by his occasional directions. Finally, after what seemed like hours of driving through darkness and trees, the headlights of the car lit a small, plain house. Sydney helped Sark out of the car and inside.
The house was really more of a shack, bare from the usual comforts of a home, save for the bed that sat in the corner, and a small table with two chairs in the tiny kitchen. She tossed the book on the table. Sydney sat Sark down on the bed. "Where are your medical supplies?" Her voice was hollow.
"In the bathroom, under the sink." He replied, and watched her disappear into the other room. He leaned back and undid his belt and his pants, and struggled to pull them off without standing. His leg was covered in blood. He removed his boots and his socks. Sydney came back with a wet towel, rubbing alcohol and bandages. She kneeled before him on the floor, and went to work. She cleaned most of the blood with the towel, and cleaned and dressed his wound.
She wrapped the bandage around his thigh once more, and fastened it. She noticed a scar, peaking out from the edge of the bandage, just above his knee. Sydney had a vague recollection of an ice cavern in Siberia, and hurling an ice pick at him. Her fingers traced the scar, and she looked up to meet Sark's gaze. His eyes were burning into hers. "Thank you." He said, his voice low and quiet.
Sydney attempted a smile, but failed miserably. Instead, she reached up and undid the fastenings for his bulletproof vest. He shrugged out of it, and tossed it on the floor. Sydney stood and removed hers as well. She removed her weapons, and placed them on the kitchen table. She turned back to face Sark. Her arms hung heavily at her sides. Sydney gazed at the floor, unable to bear the sight of pity in Sark's eyes. She heard the springs of the bed squeak as he struggled to stand. He closed the distance between them. She felt his hand run through her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and she looked up at him.
"Sydney," he began, but she shook her head. Fresh tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"I don't want to talk about it." She whispered.
Sark nodded. Sydney tried desperately not to sob, not to break in front of the man who was supposed to be her enemy, but all she could do was long for him to hold her again. She needed him to lessen the pain that was burning her insides. Sydney found herself leaning into him, and resting her cheek against his shoulder. After a moment, she felt his arms move up and circle around her. His warmth comforted her.
An eternity seemed to pass as Sark listened to Sydney's sniffling and sighs slow to a stop. She wiped away her tears and raised her head to look up at him. "I'm sorry." She said.
"Sydney, there's no need to apologize." He replied.
She was silent, and she held his gaze as her hands moved slowly up his back and caressed his neck. Sark looked surprised, but he said nothing. She watched his face as she pulled him closer against her, then closed her eyes as her lips met his. Her kiss was searching, and full of need. At first, he remained motionless, but finally, his hands traveled up her arms and held her face as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. She backed him up to the edge of the bed, and he sat, pulling her down with him.
Sydney climbed into his lap, her thighs straddling his. She ran her hands down his chest to his waist, and her fingers grasped desperately at his sweater. Quickly, she broke the kiss as she pulled the sweater up and over his head. She tossed it behind her to the floor. Her eyes raked over the smooth skin of his chest and arms, made imperfect only by the ghosts of wounds from missions gone by. She was too familiar with the scars that their kind of life could leave. Her eyes met his. "Sydney, what are you doing?" He asked, slightly out of breath.
"I don't know. I just know that I don't want to feel alone anymore." She said as she pulled off her shirt. Her lips crashed into his once more, this time more urgent and demanding. Her hands ran through his hair, and the short hairs bristled against her palms. She sucked and bit his lip as she felt his hands slide up her sides and back to the clasp of her bra. He unfastened it, then slid the straps from her shoulders, one after the other. She leaned her head back as he kissed a trail from her neck to her shoulder, and he pulled the bra away from her breasts. He pressed one hand against the small of her back, pushing her closer to him, as the other cupped her breast. His thumb ran over her taut nipple, and she let out a low moan.
She brought her lips against his neck, and she kissed and sucked at it. She couldn't resist giving him a gentle bite, and it brought a growl to Sark's lips. She kissed her way back to his lips, and she flicked her tongue over them, before tangling it with his tongue once again. Their breath was heavy and fast.
Her hand trailed down between them, caressing his chest and stomach, to feel him over his black silk boxers. He was already hard and ready for her. She stroked him through the smooth material, and he groaned against her mouth. He grasped her hips, flipped her onto her back, and pressed himself on top of her in one fluid motion. Sark nibbled on her lip, then trailed kisses down her throat, between her breasts, and down her stomach. He undid the button of her pants and pulled down the zipper with his teeth. He slipped his hands under the waistband of both her pants and her panties and pushed them slowly down her hips. He pulled them off her legs, then kissed his way up to her breasts.
His tongue rolled over her nipple, and she arched her back as he sucked one and then the other. He pressed his hips against hers, and she felt his cock push against her through his boxers. Her hands slipped down to them and tried to push them down. "Sark," she breathed, "take these off."
Sark looked up at her, then stood up from the bed and slid them off. He gazed down at her for a moment, and Sydney sat up and took his hand. She pulled him onto the bed beside her, then swung her leg over his hips and sat on top of him. Her fingernails traced paths down his chest, and she leaned down and kissed him passionately. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and she sighed as his hand ran up her thigh and between her legs. He rubbed her slowly, teasing her with his fingers. His other hand was tangled in her dark hair, keeping her lips pressed against his. Sydney was moaning and sighing as his fingers worked faster, when she finally reached down and pulled his hand away from her.
She took his cock into her hand, and locked eyes with him as she rubbed him against herself. She was slick with wanting him, and she guided him inside of her easily. She couldn't help but gasp as Sark filled her, and she closed her eyes as she began to rock back and forth. She felt lighter then air as she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm.
Sark sat suddenly and wrapped his arm around her waist. Without slipping out of her, he flipped her onto her back, and he began to thrust hard against her. She was almost overwhelmed by the feeling of him, and she gasped for breath between moans. Her fingernails bit into his back as she cried out. Her eyes were shut tightly. "Sydney," Sark whispered against her ear, "look at me."
Sydney opened her eyes and gazed up at him. She'd never seen his eyes so blue. "Sark." She moaned.
"You're so beautiful."
An odd feeling of familiarity flashed in her mind. She reached up and caressed his cheek. He leaned down and kissed her as they came together.
****
Sydney awoke to the pale yellow light of morning. She looked at Sark, fast asleep next to her, and sighed. She slipped quietly out of the bed and set about finding her clothes. She dressed quickly, and grabbed her weapons and the book off the table. She began to leave, but stopped and turned back to the table. She tore a blank page from the back of the book and pulled out a pen from her vest. She scribbled a quick note, then left.
Thank you for being my distraction.
