DISCLAIMER- I only own Eliza, I don't own anything that has to do with
Alias. I know, it really is a sad fact.
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Chapter 8
Sydney changed and showered once she got home, before having a nap on her bed. She ended up jogging further out then she had intended and therefore she also had to jog the same distance back, which ended up being twice as long a jog then she usually would have taken. She burrowed her head further into the pillow, her eyelids drooping and her breathing becoming slow and even.
Michael Vaughn turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his and Sydney's house. Walking inside he saw that Sydney wasn't in the lounge or the kitchen, and after a quick search found out that she wasn't downstairs at all. He climbed the stairs to their bedroom, figuring that even if Syd wasn't there he could still change out of his suit. Looking through the open door he saw Sydney sleeping peacefully. He decided to let her sleep for a bit longer, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and walked into the adjoining bathroom to have a shower.
Sydney stirred and opened her eyes. She heard the sound of running water and turned her head in the direction of the bathroom just as the water was turned off. She came to the conclusion that Mike was home already. Sure enough a minute or two later he walked out of the bathroom door in a white shirt and dark blue jeans. Sydney, in her pale yellow tank-top and denim skirt that stopped just above her knees, smiled broadly as he entered.
"Hey sleepyhead," Michael said as he walked over to where she was sitting on the bed.
"Hey!" She replied happily. They kissed quickly and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms went around her waist.
"So what were you thinking about before I came in?" Mike asked, his voice muffled by Sydney's hair. He turned onto his back, lying on the bed and pulled Sydney to him so that her head was on his chest, their arms wrapped around each other.
"What makes you think I was thinking?" Sydney asked with a grin as Mike laughed aloud. "Nah, I wasn't really thinking about one thing in particular, just staring into space I guess."
"So you weren't thinking about me then? Fine, see what I care!" he said as he turned onto his side, facing away from her and pretending to be mad.
"Awww sweety, I always think about you, I said nothing in particular, you were one of the other things I was thinking about. Promise." Syd replied as she cuddled up to Michael's side and used her puppy dog face on him.
Mike turned back around and once again wrapped his arms around Sydney
"Yeh, sure," Michael said sarcastically.
"I was!" Sydney proclaimed, "Well what were you thinking about then?"
"What was I thinking about when?" Mike asked.
"I dunno, in the shower."
"What was I thinking about? The really hot girl that was walking down the street on my way home." Mike said as he tried to keep a straight face, which he did pretty damn well. Those little field trips with Syd for the CIA really do come in handy sometimes. He thought to himself.
"Oh really? Well I wasn't being completely honest about what I was thinking about anyway, I just didn't want to hurt you or your ego." Syd stated matter-of-factly, keeping on the same straight face as Michael and also succeeding at it.
"My ego?"
"Your ego."
"I so don't have an ego." He said defensively.
"Oh please, every guy has an ego."
"They do not!" Michael exclaimed.
Sydney gave him an 'oh please' look and he backed down.
"Fine, but my ego isn't very big, it's small, very small."
Sydney coughed a couple times and raised her eyebrows.
"What? Fine, when have I had a huge ego?"
Sydney thought for a bit. "Well actually, it sorta depends on what you classify as an ego, like if someone with a huge ego is someone who's selfish or if it's someone who's more jealous, or possessive."
"Oookay.I better not be the selfish one!"
"Your not the selfish one."
"So I'm the jealous and possessive one?"
"I guess,"
"I am so not possessive, and I don't get that jealous!"
"Oh come on," Syd started as she stared at Mike in disbelief. "Noah was one, quite a big one I must say. Half the time when I went on a mission in a bikini you wanted to beat the guy up, or when I had to wear black lingerie and then the guy made me change into the red one, at which point you would want to kill that guy for making me take the black one off and then you'd call him a son of a bitch, or vice-versa. I can't remember which order Weiss said them in."
Mike's face turned bright red at hearing this, "I'm gonna kill him, he's dead."
Sydney laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Anyway," Michael quickly continued, "stop changing the subject, what were you thinking about before?"
"Oh that, nothing really. But have you seen the new milkman? Whoa, especially on hot days when he jogs up to the front porch with his top off, only wearing a pair of shorts," Syd sighed as she stared into the distance dreamily.
Michael tuned onto his stomach and put his head just above Sydney's so that they were looking at each other.
"Well, I guess I don't have to kiss you anymore then, or hug you or keep you company, the milkman can do all that for you." He said as he sat up and started to get off the bed.
He didn't actually get off the bed though, due to Sydney hugging him from the back and kissing his neck as she said, "Yeh right, you wouldn't last five minutes."
"Well by the looks of things neither would you," he stated as they smiled at each other. He kissed her deeply on the lips and she returned the kiss equally as deeply. They stayed there in each other's arm's for what seemed like hours, until they went downstairs to make some dinner.
A/N hope ya liked it! Keep reading and reviewin plz! Thanx! I made the chapter a bit longa 4 u all. Obviously I havn't gotten to either of the storylines I suggested earlier but I'm getting there!
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Chapter 8
Sydney changed and showered once she got home, before having a nap on her bed. She ended up jogging further out then she had intended and therefore she also had to jog the same distance back, which ended up being twice as long a jog then she usually would have taken. She burrowed her head further into the pillow, her eyelids drooping and her breathing becoming slow and even.
Michael Vaughn turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his and Sydney's house. Walking inside he saw that Sydney wasn't in the lounge or the kitchen, and after a quick search found out that she wasn't downstairs at all. He climbed the stairs to their bedroom, figuring that even if Syd wasn't there he could still change out of his suit. Looking through the open door he saw Sydney sleeping peacefully. He decided to let her sleep for a bit longer, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and walked into the adjoining bathroom to have a shower.
Sydney stirred and opened her eyes. She heard the sound of running water and turned her head in the direction of the bathroom just as the water was turned off. She came to the conclusion that Mike was home already. Sure enough a minute or two later he walked out of the bathroom door in a white shirt and dark blue jeans. Sydney, in her pale yellow tank-top and denim skirt that stopped just above her knees, smiled broadly as he entered.
"Hey sleepyhead," Michael said as he walked over to where she was sitting on the bed.
"Hey!" She replied happily. They kissed quickly and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms went around her waist.
"So what were you thinking about before I came in?" Mike asked, his voice muffled by Sydney's hair. He turned onto his back, lying on the bed and pulled Sydney to him so that her head was on his chest, their arms wrapped around each other.
"What makes you think I was thinking?" Sydney asked with a grin as Mike laughed aloud. "Nah, I wasn't really thinking about one thing in particular, just staring into space I guess."
"So you weren't thinking about me then? Fine, see what I care!" he said as he turned onto his side, facing away from her and pretending to be mad.
"Awww sweety, I always think about you, I said nothing in particular, you were one of the other things I was thinking about. Promise." Syd replied as she cuddled up to Michael's side and used her puppy dog face on him.
Mike turned back around and once again wrapped his arms around Sydney
"Yeh, sure," Michael said sarcastically.
"I was!" Sydney proclaimed, "Well what were you thinking about then?"
"What was I thinking about when?" Mike asked.
"I dunno, in the shower."
"What was I thinking about? The really hot girl that was walking down the street on my way home." Mike said as he tried to keep a straight face, which he did pretty damn well. Those little field trips with Syd for the CIA really do come in handy sometimes. He thought to himself.
"Oh really? Well I wasn't being completely honest about what I was thinking about anyway, I just didn't want to hurt you or your ego." Syd stated matter-of-factly, keeping on the same straight face as Michael and also succeeding at it.
"My ego?"
"Your ego."
"I so don't have an ego." He said defensively.
"Oh please, every guy has an ego."
"They do not!" Michael exclaimed.
Sydney gave him an 'oh please' look and he backed down.
"Fine, but my ego isn't very big, it's small, very small."
Sydney coughed a couple times and raised her eyebrows.
"What? Fine, when have I had a huge ego?"
Sydney thought for a bit. "Well actually, it sorta depends on what you classify as an ego, like if someone with a huge ego is someone who's selfish or if it's someone who's more jealous, or possessive."
"Oookay.I better not be the selfish one!"
"Your not the selfish one."
"So I'm the jealous and possessive one?"
"I guess,"
"I am so not possessive, and I don't get that jealous!"
"Oh come on," Syd started as she stared at Mike in disbelief. "Noah was one, quite a big one I must say. Half the time when I went on a mission in a bikini you wanted to beat the guy up, or when I had to wear black lingerie and then the guy made me change into the red one, at which point you would want to kill that guy for making me take the black one off and then you'd call him a son of a bitch, or vice-versa. I can't remember which order Weiss said them in."
Mike's face turned bright red at hearing this, "I'm gonna kill him, he's dead."
Sydney laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Anyway," Michael quickly continued, "stop changing the subject, what were you thinking about before?"
"Oh that, nothing really. But have you seen the new milkman? Whoa, especially on hot days when he jogs up to the front porch with his top off, only wearing a pair of shorts," Syd sighed as she stared into the distance dreamily.
Michael tuned onto his stomach and put his head just above Sydney's so that they were looking at each other.
"Well, I guess I don't have to kiss you anymore then, or hug you or keep you company, the milkman can do all that for you." He said as he sat up and started to get off the bed.
He didn't actually get off the bed though, due to Sydney hugging him from the back and kissing his neck as she said, "Yeh right, you wouldn't last five minutes."
"Well by the looks of things neither would you," he stated as they smiled at each other. He kissed her deeply on the lips and she returned the kiss equally as deeply. They stayed there in each other's arm's for what seemed like hours, until they went downstairs to make some dinner.
A/N hope ya liked it! Keep reading and reviewin plz! Thanx! I made the chapter a bit longa 4 u all. Obviously I havn't gotten to either of the storylines I suggested earlier but I'm getting there!
