Hey guys!!
I know it hasn't been long (for me, it's been about 20 mins), but I need to write some sarkney smut. Sigh. YES, THERE IS A KISS. I know it's been a long time coming, but be patient. No, don't hit me!! I'm tender!!
This contains smut. Please don't send angry responses, you have been properly warned. I may not be good at it, but I am trying. I am better at acting it out (just ask David Anders!!) kidding!! Don't kill me all you David Anders fans. I got to him first. Hands off!!!!
On that note, ENJOY!!! *************************************************************************** CHAPTER FOUR- ONE HOT NIGHT IN LOS ANGELES
Once back in L.A, the trio stopped at the JTF building. It was there, while Sark and Cole were being debriefed, that the inevitable conversation between Sydney and Vaughn took place.
"Syd," he said, pulling her into the conference room and closing the door. "We need to talk."
"I know." She said, looking anywhere but at him.
"I just thought maybe, we should go out, now that my divorce is finalised. You know, catch up on old times." She could tell he was nervous from the tone of his voice.
"Vaughn," she said slowly, looking up at him.
"I mean, I missed you Syd" he said, and shocked her by kissing her.
It took Sydney's brain to register what was going on. When it did, she pushed him away and stepped back. "No, Vaughn." She said, desperate for him to understand.
"Syd, it's okay, I'm not married. We can be together again." He moved closer to her and cupped her face with his hand. "We found each other again."
Sydney looked down and stepped away again. "Vaughn, I can't. We can't. I don't know. Someone -"
"Don't know what, Syd?" he asked, getting angry. "You don't know haw you feel? How could you have forgotten?"
"How could I?" She answered back, outraged, and equally as angry. "How could you?"
"This is about Sark, isn't it?" He said. "Don't deny it; I've seen how he looks at you." He paused. "And how you look at him. He's the 'someone' else you referred to"
"If you are suggesting what you better not be suggesting, you are crazy. Sark is a terrorist." She stressed the last word.
"Syd" he said, his anger disappearing.
"No, Vaughn. You had your nine months. Now let me have mine." With that final note, she walked away, as Vaughn looked on regrettably.
She ran straight into Sark. He looked between her and Vaughn questionably, but could tell from the look on her face that she didn't want to talk about it."
"Ready to go?" he asked her. She nodded, and followed him out of the building.
*A Short Time Later* Sydney sighed. She was sitting shotgun in Sark's black Mercedes, doing what the CIA referred to as 'transporting the asset'. What she was really doing was making sure Sark went home. They had already dropped Cole off at his apartment, which was much closer to the JTF building than Sark's was. Sydney smiled. Sark had insisted, rather forcefully, that he was NOT to share an apartment with Cole. In fact, that was part of their agreement with the CIA, as was allowing Sark to keep his beloved car. Sydney quietly laughed at the thought of calm and collected Sark, and the excitably mono- toned Cole living together.
Sark heard this. "What?" he asked, quickly glancing at her, then back to the road.
"Nothing." She replied, and sighed.
He looked at her again. "Can you do anything other then sigh?" he asked. She looked at him, prepared to glare, but it fell short when she saw worry etched on his face. 'No, he can't be worried about me.' She thought, and looked at him again, but he was looking at the road. They sat in silence for a while.
"Do you want to talk about what happened between you and Agent Vaughn?" he asked.
She paused. "He wants to be with me, now that he can."
He glanced at her again. "But you don't."
She paused again. "I don't know. I guess I got used to the idea that we couldn't be together again, and I realise now..." she stopped.
"What?" he asked. He thought that he understood her, but how she was answering her questions... She was surprising him.
"I'm okay with not being with him. I don't love him anymore, and I don't want to be with him." She stopped talking, but in her mind she added 'Because I want to be with you'. As if he could hear these words, he looked at her surprised, although he was only surprised by her admission.
'She doesn't love him. Maybe she can love me.' He thought, at the same time as she thought blushed, wondering if he knew that she liked him. She got redder, and he noticed this. Sydney was thankful when they pulled up to his apartment, where her car was.
Every morning she would drive to Sark's, who would drive himself, Sydney and Cole to the JTF building. Every night he would drive her to his apartment, where her car was, so that she could drive herself home, for one whole month before now, their first op.
They both got out of the car, and at the same time noticed that his door was open. Sydney pulled out a gun and, to her surprise, so did Sark.
"You're not supposed to be carrying that!" she hissed.
He looked at her, torn between amusement and annoyance. "Shush, Sydney, shush. We don't want anyone to know were home."
She looked at him and laughed, hard, holding onto her stomach. When she looked at him again it seems that he chose to look annoyed. "Sorry," she said, not meaning it. "But Mr. Sark, who drives a very load car, that made a lot of noise, is SHUSHING me." She burst out laughing again.
"Are you quite done?" he asked when she had stopped, with his back to the door. Suddenly, someone in black ran out of the house, stabbing Sark, and ruching off into the night. Sydney was shocked, so much so, that she didn't even see where the intruder ran to, only concentrating on the bleeding man before her.
"Let's get inside." She said quietly to him, and helped him inside. She helped him onto a chair at the kitchen table and went into the bathroom for medical supplies. When she came out she found him up, walking around.
She frowned. "Sark." She said, and he turned around.
"It's nothing." He said. Sydney rolled her eyes.
"Let me be the judge of that." She said and laid out the supplies on the breakfast bar. She motioned towards a stool near her. "Sit."
He started to protest. "Please, Julian" she said quietly, looking into his eyes. Blue clashed with brown, icy cerulean with warm amber. He saw the concern in her eyes, and was touched. He sat down.
"Take off your shirt" she instructed, and he complied. She carefully applied iodine to his gash which, thankfully, wasn't too deep. She bandaged it tightly, and he stood up. Their eyes met once more.
He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but looking back, he was thankful that he did. He kissed her, lightly, and only once, making sure that she was okay with what he did. She looked up at him, questioning him, but saw only raw emotion in his eyes.
She kissed him back, forcefully, and he moaned in surprise against her mouth, putting his arms dangerously low on her waist. She smiled, and he must have felt it, because he pushed her back against the counter, and ground himself against her.
It was her time to moan. She reached up and put her arms around his neck, playing with his short, but partially grown back, hair. He lowered his hands, cupped he ass, and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his waist and started to grind himself against her. They both groaned, and their lips detached. Sydney through back her head, biting her lip to keep for screaming. Sark was planting kissed from her mouth, all the way down her neck, and across he shoulders, taking off her jacket to reveal a rather skimpy black tank top underneath.
Sark put one hand underneath it, and cupped her breast through her bra. Sydney couldn't have stopped the moan if she had wanted to. He pulled off the offensive tank. Their lips met again, and he whispered against them "Bed. Now."
She moved back as his lips reconnected with her shoulder. "No." She said. He stopped and looked at her, and she kissed him again. "Couch. Closer." He nodded, and moved them towards the couch. He carefully laid her on it, as if she were going to break. He climbed on top of her, and kissed her, not hard, like before, but soft, sweet and gentle as...
Her cell phone rang. The two pulled apart and looked at each other. Sark started to get off her, but she pulled him back down and kissed him. "Maybe not tonight," she said sultrily. "But you owe me." His eyes, now a deep sapphire, flashed with desire. He nodded, kissed her once more, long and sweet, before getting off of her.
She found her jacket and pulled out her cell phone. It was Weiss.
"Hey Syd, your not home yet. I have drinks, alcoholic of course, and ice cream all ready for you. Where are you?"
"I'm at Sark's, there was an intruder." She answered, smiling at Sark, who was putting on his shirt.
"Oh, are you okay. Do you need me to come over?" he asked, worried.
"No, I'm fine. Sark got a cut, but it's small." She tried not to laugh at Sark as he spread his hands apart and mouthed 'it was this big', like a fisherman talking about the one that got away.
"Oh, okay Syd. I guess I'll see you tomorrow when you get back home."
This made her pay attention. "What do you mean by that?" she asked haughtily.
"Oh please, I know you Syd. I can practically HEAR the hickeys."
"What hickeys?!" she screamed, standing up. Sark looks over at her and quirks and eyebrow. He slowly makes his way over and whispers in her ear "We can make some if you like." She giggled, and heard Weiss say quietly "That's a great line. I have to remember that."
Sydney laughs and pushes Sark away. "Bye Eric," she says into the phone.
"Bye Syd" she hears before Sark takes her phone, closes it, and gives it back. She laughs again, and smiled sadly.
"I had better go" she said.
Sark looked confused. "Why. Agent Weiss even told you to stay. So, stay." He kissed her again.
"No- Julian- Stop- Please- Sark- Stop-" every work was interrupted by him kissing her. She grabbed her jacket and keys, and held an arm against his chest. "Your cut needs to heal. I'll see you tomorrow."
He sighed, defeated. "Okay," he agreed. "But you, Miss Bristow, owe me." He kissed her one last time, slowly, trying to snake his arms around her waist again but she stopped him, and pulled away.
"Bye Julian" she said, stepping outside, where he couldn't kiss her again, for fear of someone seeing them.
"Bye Love" he said quietly to her, and she smiled that radiant smile at him. He growled and whispered "you had better go before I take you right here."
She giggled, got into her car, and left. He went back into his house and leaned heavily against the door. "I love you Sydney Bristow" he said to himself, shaking his head. "Who would have thought?" He went to bed with her in his mind, and in his dreams. *************************************************************************** Okay, so god smut, or bad smut?
Please review, either good or bad, and whether I should write more smut, ACTUAL SMUT, or whether I suck.
Please also tell me whether you want Will in it or not.
Also, I'm gonna have a little comp. A lot of people like Syd, so I want you to come up with an original version of the line
If you hurt her, I will kill you
For Weiss. I already have a funny one for Cole, but this is your chance to come up with one for Weiss. It can be totally different that, as long as it has that message.
Good Luck, and Thanx
Andrea
I know it hasn't been long (for me, it's been about 20 mins), but I need to write some sarkney smut. Sigh. YES, THERE IS A KISS. I know it's been a long time coming, but be patient. No, don't hit me!! I'm tender!!
This contains smut. Please don't send angry responses, you have been properly warned. I may not be good at it, but I am trying. I am better at acting it out (just ask David Anders!!) kidding!! Don't kill me all you David Anders fans. I got to him first. Hands off!!!!
On that note, ENJOY!!! *************************************************************************** CHAPTER FOUR- ONE HOT NIGHT IN LOS ANGELES
Once back in L.A, the trio stopped at the JTF building. It was there, while Sark and Cole were being debriefed, that the inevitable conversation between Sydney and Vaughn took place.
"Syd," he said, pulling her into the conference room and closing the door. "We need to talk."
"I know." She said, looking anywhere but at him.
"I just thought maybe, we should go out, now that my divorce is finalised. You know, catch up on old times." She could tell he was nervous from the tone of his voice.
"Vaughn," she said slowly, looking up at him.
"I mean, I missed you Syd" he said, and shocked her by kissing her.
It took Sydney's brain to register what was going on. When it did, she pushed him away and stepped back. "No, Vaughn." She said, desperate for him to understand.
"Syd, it's okay, I'm not married. We can be together again." He moved closer to her and cupped her face with his hand. "We found each other again."
Sydney looked down and stepped away again. "Vaughn, I can't. We can't. I don't know. Someone -"
"Don't know what, Syd?" he asked, getting angry. "You don't know haw you feel? How could you have forgotten?"
"How could I?" She answered back, outraged, and equally as angry. "How could you?"
"This is about Sark, isn't it?" He said. "Don't deny it; I've seen how he looks at you." He paused. "And how you look at him. He's the 'someone' else you referred to"
"If you are suggesting what you better not be suggesting, you are crazy. Sark is a terrorist." She stressed the last word.
"Syd" he said, his anger disappearing.
"No, Vaughn. You had your nine months. Now let me have mine." With that final note, she walked away, as Vaughn looked on regrettably.
She ran straight into Sark. He looked between her and Vaughn questionably, but could tell from the look on her face that she didn't want to talk about it."
"Ready to go?" he asked her. She nodded, and followed him out of the building.
*A Short Time Later* Sydney sighed. She was sitting shotgun in Sark's black Mercedes, doing what the CIA referred to as 'transporting the asset'. What she was really doing was making sure Sark went home. They had already dropped Cole off at his apartment, which was much closer to the JTF building than Sark's was. Sydney smiled. Sark had insisted, rather forcefully, that he was NOT to share an apartment with Cole. In fact, that was part of their agreement with the CIA, as was allowing Sark to keep his beloved car. Sydney quietly laughed at the thought of calm and collected Sark, and the excitably mono- toned Cole living together.
Sark heard this. "What?" he asked, quickly glancing at her, then back to the road.
"Nothing." She replied, and sighed.
He looked at her again. "Can you do anything other then sigh?" he asked. She looked at him, prepared to glare, but it fell short when she saw worry etched on his face. 'No, he can't be worried about me.' She thought, and looked at him again, but he was looking at the road. They sat in silence for a while.
"Do you want to talk about what happened between you and Agent Vaughn?" he asked.
She paused. "He wants to be with me, now that he can."
He glanced at her again. "But you don't."
She paused again. "I don't know. I guess I got used to the idea that we couldn't be together again, and I realise now..." she stopped.
"What?" he asked. He thought that he understood her, but how she was answering her questions... She was surprising him.
"I'm okay with not being with him. I don't love him anymore, and I don't want to be with him." She stopped talking, but in her mind she added 'Because I want to be with you'. As if he could hear these words, he looked at her surprised, although he was only surprised by her admission.
'She doesn't love him. Maybe she can love me.' He thought, at the same time as she thought blushed, wondering if he knew that she liked him. She got redder, and he noticed this. Sydney was thankful when they pulled up to his apartment, where her car was.
Every morning she would drive to Sark's, who would drive himself, Sydney and Cole to the JTF building. Every night he would drive her to his apartment, where her car was, so that she could drive herself home, for one whole month before now, their first op.
They both got out of the car, and at the same time noticed that his door was open. Sydney pulled out a gun and, to her surprise, so did Sark.
"You're not supposed to be carrying that!" she hissed.
He looked at her, torn between amusement and annoyance. "Shush, Sydney, shush. We don't want anyone to know were home."
She looked at him and laughed, hard, holding onto her stomach. When she looked at him again it seems that he chose to look annoyed. "Sorry," she said, not meaning it. "But Mr. Sark, who drives a very load car, that made a lot of noise, is SHUSHING me." She burst out laughing again.
"Are you quite done?" he asked when she had stopped, with his back to the door. Suddenly, someone in black ran out of the house, stabbing Sark, and ruching off into the night. Sydney was shocked, so much so, that she didn't even see where the intruder ran to, only concentrating on the bleeding man before her.
"Let's get inside." She said quietly to him, and helped him inside. She helped him onto a chair at the kitchen table and went into the bathroom for medical supplies. When she came out she found him up, walking around.
She frowned. "Sark." She said, and he turned around.
"It's nothing." He said. Sydney rolled her eyes.
"Let me be the judge of that." She said and laid out the supplies on the breakfast bar. She motioned towards a stool near her. "Sit."
He started to protest. "Please, Julian" she said quietly, looking into his eyes. Blue clashed with brown, icy cerulean with warm amber. He saw the concern in her eyes, and was touched. He sat down.
"Take off your shirt" she instructed, and he complied. She carefully applied iodine to his gash which, thankfully, wasn't too deep. She bandaged it tightly, and he stood up. Their eyes met once more.
He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but looking back, he was thankful that he did. He kissed her, lightly, and only once, making sure that she was okay with what he did. She looked up at him, questioning him, but saw only raw emotion in his eyes.
She kissed him back, forcefully, and he moaned in surprise against her mouth, putting his arms dangerously low on her waist. She smiled, and he must have felt it, because he pushed her back against the counter, and ground himself against her.
It was her time to moan. She reached up and put her arms around his neck, playing with his short, but partially grown back, hair. He lowered his hands, cupped he ass, and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his waist and started to grind himself against her. They both groaned, and their lips detached. Sydney through back her head, biting her lip to keep for screaming. Sark was planting kissed from her mouth, all the way down her neck, and across he shoulders, taking off her jacket to reveal a rather skimpy black tank top underneath.
Sark put one hand underneath it, and cupped her breast through her bra. Sydney couldn't have stopped the moan if she had wanted to. He pulled off the offensive tank. Their lips met again, and he whispered against them "Bed. Now."
She moved back as his lips reconnected with her shoulder. "No." She said. He stopped and looked at her, and she kissed him again. "Couch. Closer." He nodded, and moved them towards the couch. He carefully laid her on it, as if she were going to break. He climbed on top of her, and kissed her, not hard, like before, but soft, sweet and gentle as...
Her cell phone rang. The two pulled apart and looked at each other. Sark started to get off her, but she pulled him back down and kissed him. "Maybe not tonight," she said sultrily. "But you owe me." His eyes, now a deep sapphire, flashed with desire. He nodded, kissed her once more, long and sweet, before getting off of her.
She found her jacket and pulled out her cell phone. It was Weiss.
"Hey Syd, your not home yet. I have drinks, alcoholic of course, and ice cream all ready for you. Where are you?"
"I'm at Sark's, there was an intruder." She answered, smiling at Sark, who was putting on his shirt.
"Oh, are you okay. Do you need me to come over?" he asked, worried.
"No, I'm fine. Sark got a cut, but it's small." She tried not to laugh at Sark as he spread his hands apart and mouthed 'it was this big', like a fisherman talking about the one that got away.
"Oh, okay Syd. I guess I'll see you tomorrow when you get back home."
This made her pay attention. "What do you mean by that?" she asked haughtily.
"Oh please, I know you Syd. I can practically HEAR the hickeys."
"What hickeys?!" she screamed, standing up. Sark looks over at her and quirks and eyebrow. He slowly makes his way over and whispers in her ear "We can make some if you like." She giggled, and heard Weiss say quietly "That's a great line. I have to remember that."
Sydney laughs and pushes Sark away. "Bye Eric," she says into the phone.
"Bye Syd" she hears before Sark takes her phone, closes it, and gives it back. She laughs again, and smiled sadly.
"I had better go" she said.
Sark looked confused. "Why. Agent Weiss even told you to stay. So, stay." He kissed her again.
"No- Julian- Stop- Please- Sark- Stop-" every work was interrupted by him kissing her. She grabbed her jacket and keys, and held an arm against his chest. "Your cut needs to heal. I'll see you tomorrow."
He sighed, defeated. "Okay," he agreed. "But you, Miss Bristow, owe me." He kissed her one last time, slowly, trying to snake his arms around her waist again but she stopped him, and pulled away.
"Bye Julian" she said, stepping outside, where he couldn't kiss her again, for fear of someone seeing them.
"Bye Love" he said quietly to her, and she smiled that radiant smile at him. He growled and whispered "you had better go before I take you right here."
She giggled, got into her car, and left. He went back into his house and leaned heavily against the door. "I love you Sydney Bristow" he said to himself, shaking his head. "Who would have thought?" He went to bed with her in his mind, and in his dreams. *************************************************************************** Okay, so god smut, or bad smut?
Please review, either good or bad, and whether I should write more smut, ACTUAL SMUT, or whether I suck.
Please also tell me whether you want Will in it or not.
Also, I'm gonna have a little comp. A lot of people like Syd, so I want you to come up with an original version of the line
If you hurt her, I will kill you
For Weiss. I already have a funny one for Cole, but this is your chance to come up with one for Weiss. It can be totally different that, as long as it has that message.
Good Luck, and Thanx
Andrea