Hello.
Sorry it's been so long, but I've been SO busy with school.
Here is another chapter
Thanx to Evonness, who gave me permission to use the whipped cream scene, which was inspired by Salvation.
This contains implied 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!!!!
Here we go. *************************************************************************** CHAPTER SIX- GETTING CLOSER "Listen Syd," he said, following her into the kitchen. When she didn't stop he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her around. She was holding a nozzle bottle of whipped cream, which made Sark smile, and think of all of they had to eat, and she chose whipped cream. Syd followed his line of sight and smiled, seemingly knowing what he was thinking.
This simple smile sent him back to the present. He frowned at her, and started again. "You were reckless, if something happened to you-"
He was cut off. "But it didn't," she said. "You're safe, I'm safe, and we're all safe." She thought for a while. "Except for the guards."
"Syd..." he said again, but he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. He could never stay mad at her. He could, however, torture her. He grabbed the can from her and sprayed some onto his finger. She looked at him with raised eyebrows. Slowly, and carefully, he licked the cream off his finger. She looked into his eyes, the desire in the obvious. He put some more on his finger, but before he could do anything, his cell rang. He held up a cream-less finger, telling her to wait, and answered his phone.
"Sark. Yes. Yes. No. When did that happen? No, I understand. I understand completely-" he looked at Sydney who was rubbing her hands all over his body. "I have to go" he said, looking at Sydney the whole time. "I have a rather pressing matter to attend to." He ended the call and chucked his cell phone on the counter.
Her next actions surprised him. She carefully, and slowly, just as he had done it, started to lick the cream off his finger. He tried to move away, but she took his whole finger in her mouth, licking and sucking the cream off.
"Sydney." It was meant to sound commanding, but came out as a rasping plea. She slowly released his finger from her mouth, which he immediately ravaged together with his own.
He pulled away quickly, and frowned at her, thinking back to the mission. They were sent on another smash and grab mission, but this one included MANY guards. Sark had been captured, and Sydney had risked her own life to save him. The thought that she could have been hurt angered him, and at the same time, warmed his heart, to think that Sydney cared about him that much. She looked into his eyes, and could sense the guilt that he was feeling.
She kissed him. "Don't worry. I'm fine, and what's important is that I'm here, now, with you." She kissed him again, but he pulled away.
"You could have been hurt." He said quietly. "I never would have forgiven myself."
Sydney looked at him carefully. Most would have been surprised at the amount of emotion Sark was showing, but Sydney was used to it. He only ever showed it around her. She kissed him lightly on the corners of is mouth.
"You're worth it," she said. "You're always worth it." She kissed him again, and a thought came to mind. She pulled back at looked at him, supposedly hurt. "Aren't I?" she asked, pouting.
He didn't answer, just kissed her long, and hard. Her arms snaked around his neck and his around her waist. He picked her up, and started for the bedroom as her cell rang. Sark and Sydney stopped. Sark sighed, kissed her once more, and, still carrying her, took her over to the table where the intrusion lay. She answered it.
"Hello" Sark put her on a bar stool and got out some wine.
"Sydney." It was her father.
"Dad?" she said, surprised. Sark looked up from uncorking the bottle and caught her glance. Jack never called unless something was wrong.
"Sydney, we need to talk, right now." He said, coldly. Well, more so than normal.
"This can't wait till morning, Dad?" she asked, looking back at Sark, who was pouring the wine into crystal glasses.
"No. It's about..." he paused, hesitant to continue.
"What, Dad?" she asked.
"You and Sark." He said his voice colder, and more distant than she had ever heard it.
"What?" she started to ask, but jack cut her off.
"Sydney, that's not what this is about. Not that I approve, but" he hesitated once more, and Sydney thought back to their conversations about Vaughn. Jack had never liked Vaughn. "We have a problem."
This snapped her back into reality. "What, dad?"
"Apparently, someone is following you and Sark. I received photographs of the two of you in his apartment, and the attached note says that they were taken on the day of the brake-in."
This shocked Sydney. "Someone was watching us?" she said, her eyes wide, looking at a now interested Sark.
"Yes," said her father. "But, that's not all. The note states that these pictures were also sent to your mother."
"Mum knows?" she asked. At this, Sark looked almost concerned.
"But how did they find her? I mean, no one can?" she asked out loud.
"That's what we have to find out, Sydney." Came the answer, but this one from behind her, from the lounge room. Sydney turned around and looked at the person in question.
Sydney was in shock. "Mum?" she asked.
Irina smiled. "Hello Sydney, Sark." She said, nodding to each of them.
"Your mother is there?" Jack's voice could be heard again. Sydney looked at her cell, and brought it back up to her ear.
"Yes" she answered her father. "She's here."
"Put her on the phone" jack demanded, and Sydney through the phone to Irina, who caught it easily.
"Jack" she said, and listened for a moment, before nodding. "All right." She said, and tossed the phone back to Sydney. Irina then proceeded to sit on the couch. Sydney put the phone back to her ear.
"Dad" she started, with the intention of asking what the hell was going on, but jack interrupted her.
"Wait for me, I'll be right over." He said, and disconnected. Sydney was still in shock as Irina gestured for the two of them to sit down. Sydney was vaguely aware of Sark standing behind her, and then sitting next to her, waiting for her father to come, and explain what was happening. ***************************************************************************
Ok, that's it.
If anyone is wondering about the spelling, that's how u spell MOM in Australia.
Thanx 4 ur reviews, and I look forward to more. Lol
Andrea
Sorry it's been so long, but I've been SO busy with school.
Here is another chapter
Thanx to Evonness, who gave me permission to use the whipped cream scene, which was inspired by Salvation.
This contains implied 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!!!!
Here we go. *************************************************************************** CHAPTER SIX- GETTING CLOSER "Listen Syd," he said, following her into the kitchen. When she didn't stop he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her around. She was holding a nozzle bottle of whipped cream, which made Sark smile, and think of all of they had to eat, and she chose whipped cream. Syd followed his line of sight and smiled, seemingly knowing what he was thinking.
This simple smile sent him back to the present. He frowned at her, and started again. "You were reckless, if something happened to you-"
He was cut off. "But it didn't," she said. "You're safe, I'm safe, and we're all safe." She thought for a while. "Except for the guards."
"Syd..." he said again, but he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. He could never stay mad at her. He could, however, torture her. He grabbed the can from her and sprayed some onto his finger. She looked at him with raised eyebrows. Slowly, and carefully, he licked the cream off his finger. She looked into his eyes, the desire in the obvious. He put some more on his finger, but before he could do anything, his cell rang. He held up a cream-less finger, telling her to wait, and answered his phone.
"Sark. Yes. Yes. No. When did that happen? No, I understand. I understand completely-" he looked at Sydney who was rubbing her hands all over his body. "I have to go" he said, looking at Sydney the whole time. "I have a rather pressing matter to attend to." He ended the call and chucked his cell phone on the counter.
Her next actions surprised him. She carefully, and slowly, just as he had done it, started to lick the cream off his finger. He tried to move away, but she took his whole finger in her mouth, licking and sucking the cream off.
"Sydney." It was meant to sound commanding, but came out as a rasping plea. She slowly released his finger from her mouth, which he immediately ravaged together with his own.
He pulled away quickly, and frowned at her, thinking back to the mission. They were sent on another smash and grab mission, but this one included MANY guards. Sark had been captured, and Sydney had risked her own life to save him. The thought that she could have been hurt angered him, and at the same time, warmed his heart, to think that Sydney cared about him that much. She looked into his eyes, and could sense the guilt that he was feeling.
She kissed him. "Don't worry. I'm fine, and what's important is that I'm here, now, with you." She kissed him again, but he pulled away.
"You could have been hurt." He said quietly. "I never would have forgiven myself."
Sydney looked at him carefully. Most would have been surprised at the amount of emotion Sark was showing, but Sydney was used to it. He only ever showed it around her. She kissed him lightly on the corners of is mouth.
"You're worth it," she said. "You're always worth it." She kissed him again, and a thought came to mind. She pulled back at looked at him, supposedly hurt. "Aren't I?" she asked, pouting.
He didn't answer, just kissed her long, and hard. Her arms snaked around his neck and his around her waist. He picked her up, and started for the bedroom as her cell rang. Sark and Sydney stopped. Sark sighed, kissed her once more, and, still carrying her, took her over to the table where the intrusion lay. She answered it.
"Hello" Sark put her on a bar stool and got out some wine.
"Sydney." It was her father.
"Dad?" she said, surprised. Sark looked up from uncorking the bottle and caught her glance. Jack never called unless something was wrong.
"Sydney, we need to talk, right now." He said, coldly. Well, more so than normal.
"This can't wait till morning, Dad?" she asked, looking back at Sark, who was pouring the wine into crystal glasses.
"No. It's about..." he paused, hesitant to continue.
"What, Dad?" she asked.
"You and Sark." He said his voice colder, and more distant than she had ever heard it.
"What?" she started to ask, but jack cut her off.
"Sydney, that's not what this is about. Not that I approve, but" he hesitated once more, and Sydney thought back to their conversations about Vaughn. Jack had never liked Vaughn. "We have a problem."
This snapped her back into reality. "What, dad?"
"Apparently, someone is following you and Sark. I received photographs of the two of you in his apartment, and the attached note says that they were taken on the day of the brake-in."
This shocked Sydney. "Someone was watching us?" she said, her eyes wide, looking at a now interested Sark.
"Yes," said her father. "But, that's not all. The note states that these pictures were also sent to your mother."
"Mum knows?" she asked. At this, Sark looked almost concerned.
"But how did they find her? I mean, no one can?" she asked out loud.
"That's what we have to find out, Sydney." Came the answer, but this one from behind her, from the lounge room. Sydney turned around and looked at the person in question.
Sydney was in shock. "Mum?" she asked.
Irina smiled. "Hello Sydney, Sark." She said, nodding to each of them.
"Your mother is there?" Jack's voice could be heard again. Sydney looked at her cell, and brought it back up to her ear.
"Yes" she answered her father. "She's here."
"Put her on the phone" jack demanded, and Sydney through the phone to Irina, who caught it easily.
"Jack" she said, and listened for a moment, before nodding. "All right." She said, and tossed the phone back to Sydney. Irina then proceeded to sit on the couch. Sydney put the phone back to her ear.
"Dad" she started, with the intention of asking what the hell was going on, but jack interrupted her.
"Wait for me, I'll be right over." He said, and disconnected. Sydney was still in shock as Irina gestured for the two of them to sit down. Sydney was vaguely aware of Sark standing behind her, and then sitting next to her, waiting for her father to come, and explain what was happening. ***************************************************************************
Ok, that's it.
If anyone is wondering about the spelling, that's how u spell MOM in Australia.
Thanx 4 ur reviews, and I look forward to more. Lol
Andrea