Title: True Lies
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Please Read and Review
Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat, then they go on a mission with Syd and Vaughn and then, well just read the story. Like duh!
A/N: I went out today and saw Lord of the Rings and that was an 8 hour thing what with lunch and shopping and tomorrow I have to be up at 5 to go fishing, so be very impressed that I am up at 11pm writing the notes for ALL FOUR STORIES! But hey I love it and I love it because I love all of the reviews I get. I was upset this morning because there were none there, but that was cause the site broke, but when I got back from the movies, there were heaps, so thank you, I love them and look how hard they make me work. Be warned, none of these have been proofed because I'm way too tired, so any major problems, I apologise in advance. Enjoy them and if you don't know how to get more you're obviously brain dead: reviews!!!!
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were. If I win tatslotto, ten times, I'll buy them and throw Jack and Irina into a room with a big bed and lots of alcohol and toasters and throw Syd and Vaughn into another room with a lot of hockey tickets and pizza, and a bed.
Chapter Fifteen
She grinned, helplessly as he mumbled something, not understandable, but defiantly, that first of what could last all night. She moved closer, hoping to hear better and watched him, intrigued as he brought his right arm up to slide it under his head, sighing again in a content way she hadn't heard in thirty years. He rolled and ended up facing her, his eyes still shut and his hand under his head moving out a little to lie between them.
Swallowing, not so sure of herself anymore, Irina closed her eyes and whispered, "Jack..."
He responded straight away with a muffled, "Yes?" It was an amazing trait that Irina hoped her daughter had inherited; it was like a magic ball through which all things were clear, through which there were no lies and there were no defenses to hide behind.
Responding, slowly and carefully, the uncertainty growing, she spoke, "How was work?"
It was a simple test; she just wanted to see if he knew what was going on and his answer proved he did, "What work? We're on a mission."
The slippery smoothness of the words reminded her so much of the old Jack while the words made her wonder if he had changed and now was ready to talk about his work, "What mission?"
He grinned in his sleep, the simple, plain smile without defensive maneuvers to back it up took about twenty years off his appearance and Irina felt guilty again, "I don't know." He continued to grin and Irina almost let out a gasp when she felt a hand on her hip. They were facing each other, Jack on his right side, left arm under the covers, hand now resting on her hip, each of his fingers making their own little path as they skimmed up and down over the skin of her hip, all the while on the other side of the material. She shivered and it wasn't from the cold.
His other hand, the one lying between them moved at this point, his hand tangling in her hair as he played with it. Trying to bring the situation back to conversation, Irina spoke, her eyes still closed and her voice surprisingly sweet, "Jack..."
"Hmmmm..." he sounded like one of those men off television, the sensitive males who sits and reads to his girlfriend and lives only to please her, Irina noticed this with growing curiosity. He was exactly the same as she recalled.
She searched for something to talk about, unused to speaking to anyone in there sleep, "How are you?' It was a plain, stupid, indifferent question with a simple answer, or at least that was what she' d thought, she expected a 'fine' or a 'good' or even a 'tired', but not what he told her, his voice dropping lower and becoming more and more quiet.
"I'm good," he began, "Despite the fact that everyone thinks otherwise."
Unthinkingly, Irina asked, her voice humored as she slipped closer to sleep, "What do you mean?"
She could feel him smiling at her, but didn't comment, waiting for an answer, "I mean," the hand in her hair moved to her check, a finger caressing the skin next to her eye with a tenderness she'd forgotten. "Everyone, including you," he chuckled, "You all think I'm unemotional, uncaring, uninterested."
He stopped and Irina felt drowsy. She knew she should have been wide awake, with what he was telling her, but his voice, usually curt and cut up, was so incredibly smooth and lulling that the jet lag and the weariness she had been accumulating over her lifetime was suddenly catching up with her and she was so close to sleep. She mumbled an "Hmmmm...?"
She could still hear his voice, just on the brink of sleep, his last words hit her, "But I'm not, in your case especially, I'm the opposite, I just hide it really, really well." She smiled, wanting to look at him but too close to sleep to open her eyes. "Especially with you, with you I can never tell the truth, cause you'll never guess what I'm hiding." The smile on her face was sad, knowing it was all a riddle and a memory of times past when he had been with her in another world and now he was mixing the two lives up. In her last moments of consciousness, she heard him whisper, "you'll never guess what I'm hiding Irina, never in your life." And she felt something wrong, something biting at her, telling her there was a problem, but she had no time to think it over as she fell into sleep.
It was seven am, the sun was shining far too brightly in the second royal sweet as both Sydney and Vaughn had forgotten to draw the curtains and lef the window to be greeted just after six by hard, golden rays of the sun. And now, neither lay awake in the royal red bed, the little lines of light just creeping up on them, little spots of intense heat where the sun was concentrating on the covers of the bed, a spot here, a spot there and one, just moving, tantalizingly slowly towards Vaughn's closed eye.
His eyes flickered as the sun hit him, fluttering open quickly, he looked around. Not daring to move as he felt like he'd just woken from the best dream and now all he had to do was close his eyes to return. He felt unusually warm, but not hot, more of a tingling warm that began at his toes and ended at the tips of his ruffled hair. He smiled and closed his eyes, wriggling his toes, one by one and loving the feel of the velvet on them.
He flexed his shoulders as he remembered where he was and why and suddenly he froze, the reason for the warmth and the incredible feeling of complete bliss sweeping back over him, his flexing back ran into a pair of hands that couldn't be his as they were up high, one near his hair. His chest which had moved less than an inch moved with some trouble as he looked down to find a head, no doubt Sydney's, lying there. He grinned in spite of himself and sighed, heavily but careful not to move another inch, just happy to be there and not under anyone's scrutiny.
He could feel her pressed against him, her arms both around his neck and one hand going down to the centre of his back, just across from his shoulders and the other up to the nape of his neck. One of her legs had someone wriggled between his and he could feel the heat radiating off it, through the pants, he wished weren't there. She nuzzled in further and he held his breath, wondering if she would wake up, but she didn't and he went back to investigating the position of her limbs.
The length of her was against him and it felt better than he had even imagined possible, all the pleasure countless girlfriends had managed to bring were gone and they both still had their clothes on. She moved her feet as he thought and he could feel them, cold and slim, next to his. He smiled again, completely taken with how he had woken up. He rolled his shoulders, proud and feeling like he could take on the world.
For a second he wondered at the CIA's protocol, it was rubbish, he decided; this felt great and he was ready to work twice as hard if it meant more missions like this, but then he realized where his arms were and a cheeky grin took over, one was around her back, his hand resting on the small of her back having crept under the shirt she'd stolen from him and his other was a little lower. Sadly, he removed it, trying not to imagine the injuries he would be stuck with if she'd woken first. He grinned again at the thought, knowing it would have been worth it anyway.
He stretched again and started tracing lazy circles up and down her back, his hand exploring carefully, taking every scar and curve in and committing them to memory. He smiled but stiffened when he felt her take a deep breath and her head raise to look at him, disorientated and confused. By the look of her it took about ten seconds for the truth to settle in.
She had awoken to the most amazing feeling, like waking up and realizing it was the weekend, but a thousand times better. Like eating chocolate ice cream on a stinking hot day, but a million times better than that. In fact Sydney thought that whatever was causing this feeling must be of another world because she'd never felt it before and never heard it described. She stretched and looked up, there was Vuaghn, totally normal, obviously, another dream she decided.
Until, instead of the usual loving look he gave her a raised eyebrow and a look that said, 'please don't beat me up, it wasn't really my fault and if you kill me now I'll never get to explain.' She just raised her eyebrows higher and stared at him, a second later realizing how close they were and looking back down as she felt a hand that wasn't hers trailing up and down her back like fire and ice all at once.
Gingerly, she moved back and laid down on her back, her left arm still pressed against Vaughn's chest, her feet still tangled with his. She sighed and went to get up but stopped when Vaughn said, "I'm sorry."
She looked at him and realized what the look had meant; still she played with him, eager to see where she could take it, "What about?"
He went red so fast she almost laughed, changing it to a inquisitive smile at the last minute. "Um, you know." She looked at him innocently and shook her head, knowing her hair was against his arm and shoulder and loving it. He sighed and continued, "Getting so close. I didn't do it on purpose." She looked at him, her face suspicious enough to fool him, "You know that don't you?"
She grinned and got out of the bed, her shirt falling back down from where it had crawled up but not quickly enough to conceal a perfectly taunt abdomen from Vaughn and a brown, curved back. He grinned from behind her, wiping the look form his face when she turned back, catching him and glaring in jest for a minute before looking at him with a smile, secretly taking in his very exposed chest again while he looked away and out the window.
The city, thirty of forty closely clustered buildings, was quiet, the noise of the cars not reaching these heights, just the screech of fruit bats as the flew past, on their way back to the botanical gardens. The sun was poised, just above the horizon, a perfect red circle, larger than it usually looked, behind the city. It was a perfect view and Sydney stood, still, much to Vaughn's delight without pants on, just looking out, sighing as two more bats flew past.
"It's a wonderful view," she commented, breathing deeply, as if the air was fresh and clean when it truly wasn't having passed through many vents.
Vaughn grinned and replied, meaning quite something aside from the city, "Absolutely beautiful." Sydney turned and grinned, yawning not with fatigue but a happy little yawn as she stretched again, her arms above her, and on her tip toes, giving Vaughn yet another exquisite view.
"What time is it?" she asked, a watch on her wrist, but she just wanted to hear his voice.
"Just going Seven thirty. We don't need to meet your parents for another two, three hours." She wanted to get back into bed and stay there forever , but she knew she couldn't, instead, she chose to disappear around the corner, through the door and into the bathroom where she slipped, a grin still on face as she stepped under the hot water.
Well, okay, I went out and came home and my back hurts and my neck hurts and my fingers and I haven't watched TV in days, argggg, But I love it so review please.
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Please Read and Review
Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat, then they go on a mission with Syd and Vaughn and then, well just read the story. Like duh!
A/N: I went out today and saw Lord of the Rings and that was an 8 hour thing what with lunch and shopping and tomorrow I have to be up at 5 to go fishing, so be very impressed that I am up at 11pm writing the notes for ALL FOUR STORIES! But hey I love it and I love it because I love all of the reviews I get. I was upset this morning because there were none there, but that was cause the site broke, but when I got back from the movies, there were heaps, so thank you, I love them and look how hard they make me work. Be warned, none of these have been proofed because I'm way too tired, so any major problems, I apologise in advance. Enjoy them and if you don't know how to get more you're obviously brain dead: reviews!!!!
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were. If I win tatslotto, ten times, I'll buy them and throw Jack and Irina into a room with a big bed and lots of alcohol and toasters and throw Syd and Vaughn into another room with a lot of hockey tickets and pizza, and a bed.
Chapter Fifteen
She grinned, helplessly as he mumbled something, not understandable, but defiantly, that first of what could last all night. She moved closer, hoping to hear better and watched him, intrigued as he brought his right arm up to slide it under his head, sighing again in a content way she hadn't heard in thirty years. He rolled and ended up facing her, his eyes still shut and his hand under his head moving out a little to lie between them.
Swallowing, not so sure of herself anymore, Irina closed her eyes and whispered, "Jack..."
He responded straight away with a muffled, "Yes?" It was an amazing trait that Irina hoped her daughter had inherited; it was like a magic ball through which all things were clear, through which there were no lies and there were no defenses to hide behind.
Responding, slowly and carefully, the uncertainty growing, she spoke, "How was work?"
It was a simple test; she just wanted to see if he knew what was going on and his answer proved he did, "What work? We're on a mission."
The slippery smoothness of the words reminded her so much of the old Jack while the words made her wonder if he had changed and now was ready to talk about his work, "What mission?"
He grinned in his sleep, the simple, plain smile without defensive maneuvers to back it up took about twenty years off his appearance and Irina felt guilty again, "I don't know." He continued to grin and Irina almost let out a gasp when she felt a hand on her hip. They were facing each other, Jack on his right side, left arm under the covers, hand now resting on her hip, each of his fingers making their own little path as they skimmed up and down over the skin of her hip, all the while on the other side of the material. She shivered and it wasn't from the cold.
His other hand, the one lying between them moved at this point, his hand tangling in her hair as he played with it. Trying to bring the situation back to conversation, Irina spoke, her eyes still closed and her voice surprisingly sweet, "Jack..."
"Hmmmm..." he sounded like one of those men off television, the sensitive males who sits and reads to his girlfriend and lives only to please her, Irina noticed this with growing curiosity. He was exactly the same as she recalled.
She searched for something to talk about, unused to speaking to anyone in there sleep, "How are you?' It was a plain, stupid, indifferent question with a simple answer, or at least that was what she' d thought, she expected a 'fine' or a 'good' or even a 'tired', but not what he told her, his voice dropping lower and becoming more and more quiet.
"I'm good," he began, "Despite the fact that everyone thinks otherwise."
Unthinkingly, Irina asked, her voice humored as she slipped closer to sleep, "What do you mean?"
She could feel him smiling at her, but didn't comment, waiting for an answer, "I mean," the hand in her hair moved to her check, a finger caressing the skin next to her eye with a tenderness she'd forgotten. "Everyone, including you," he chuckled, "You all think I'm unemotional, uncaring, uninterested."
He stopped and Irina felt drowsy. She knew she should have been wide awake, with what he was telling her, but his voice, usually curt and cut up, was so incredibly smooth and lulling that the jet lag and the weariness she had been accumulating over her lifetime was suddenly catching up with her and she was so close to sleep. She mumbled an "Hmmmm...?"
She could still hear his voice, just on the brink of sleep, his last words hit her, "But I'm not, in your case especially, I'm the opposite, I just hide it really, really well." She smiled, wanting to look at him but too close to sleep to open her eyes. "Especially with you, with you I can never tell the truth, cause you'll never guess what I'm hiding." The smile on her face was sad, knowing it was all a riddle and a memory of times past when he had been with her in another world and now he was mixing the two lives up. In her last moments of consciousness, she heard him whisper, "you'll never guess what I'm hiding Irina, never in your life." And she felt something wrong, something biting at her, telling her there was a problem, but she had no time to think it over as she fell into sleep.
It was seven am, the sun was shining far too brightly in the second royal sweet as both Sydney and Vaughn had forgotten to draw the curtains and lef the window to be greeted just after six by hard, golden rays of the sun. And now, neither lay awake in the royal red bed, the little lines of light just creeping up on them, little spots of intense heat where the sun was concentrating on the covers of the bed, a spot here, a spot there and one, just moving, tantalizingly slowly towards Vaughn's closed eye.
His eyes flickered as the sun hit him, fluttering open quickly, he looked around. Not daring to move as he felt like he'd just woken from the best dream and now all he had to do was close his eyes to return. He felt unusually warm, but not hot, more of a tingling warm that began at his toes and ended at the tips of his ruffled hair. He smiled and closed his eyes, wriggling his toes, one by one and loving the feel of the velvet on them.
He flexed his shoulders as he remembered where he was and why and suddenly he froze, the reason for the warmth and the incredible feeling of complete bliss sweeping back over him, his flexing back ran into a pair of hands that couldn't be his as they were up high, one near his hair. His chest which had moved less than an inch moved with some trouble as he looked down to find a head, no doubt Sydney's, lying there. He grinned in spite of himself and sighed, heavily but careful not to move another inch, just happy to be there and not under anyone's scrutiny.
He could feel her pressed against him, her arms both around his neck and one hand going down to the centre of his back, just across from his shoulders and the other up to the nape of his neck. One of her legs had someone wriggled between his and he could feel the heat radiating off it, through the pants, he wished weren't there. She nuzzled in further and he held his breath, wondering if she would wake up, but she didn't and he went back to investigating the position of her limbs.
The length of her was against him and it felt better than he had even imagined possible, all the pleasure countless girlfriends had managed to bring were gone and they both still had their clothes on. She moved her feet as he thought and he could feel them, cold and slim, next to his. He smiled again, completely taken with how he had woken up. He rolled his shoulders, proud and feeling like he could take on the world.
For a second he wondered at the CIA's protocol, it was rubbish, he decided; this felt great and he was ready to work twice as hard if it meant more missions like this, but then he realized where his arms were and a cheeky grin took over, one was around her back, his hand resting on the small of her back having crept under the shirt she'd stolen from him and his other was a little lower. Sadly, he removed it, trying not to imagine the injuries he would be stuck with if she'd woken first. He grinned again at the thought, knowing it would have been worth it anyway.
He stretched again and started tracing lazy circles up and down her back, his hand exploring carefully, taking every scar and curve in and committing them to memory. He smiled but stiffened when he felt her take a deep breath and her head raise to look at him, disorientated and confused. By the look of her it took about ten seconds for the truth to settle in.
She had awoken to the most amazing feeling, like waking up and realizing it was the weekend, but a thousand times better. Like eating chocolate ice cream on a stinking hot day, but a million times better than that. In fact Sydney thought that whatever was causing this feeling must be of another world because she'd never felt it before and never heard it described. She stretched and looked up, there was Vuaghn, totally normal, obviously, another dream she decided.
Until, instead of the usual loving look he gave her a raised eyebrow and a look that said, 'please don't beat me up, it wasn't really my fault and if you kill me now I'll never get to explain.' She just raised her eyebrows higher and stared at him, a second later realizing how close they were and looking back down as she felt a hand that wasn't hers trailing up and down her back like fire and ice all at once.
Gingerly, she moved back and laid down on her back, her left arm still pressed against Vaughn's chest, her feet still tangled with his. She sighed and went to get up but stopped when Vaughn said, "I'm sorry."
She looked at him and realized what the look had meant; still she played with him, eager to see where she could take it, "What about?"
He went red so fast she almost laughed, changing it to a inquisitive smile at the last minute. "Um, you know." She looked at him innocently and shook her head, knowing her hair was against his arm and shoulder and loving it. He sighed and continued, "Getting so close. I didn't do it on purpose." She looked at him, her face suspicious enough to fool him, "You know that don't you?"
She grinned and got out of the bed, her shirt falling back down from where it had crawled up but not quickly enough to conceal a perfectly taunt abdomen from Vaughn and a brown, curved back. He grinned from behind her, wiping the look form his face when she turned back, catching him and glaring in jest for a minute before looking at him with a smile, secretly taking in his very exposed chest again while he looked away and out the window.
The city, thirty of forty closely clustered buildings, was quiet, the noise of the cars not reaching these heights, just the screech of fruit bats as the flew past, on their way back to the botanical gardens. The sun was poised, just above the horizon, a perfect red circle, larger than it usually looked, behind the city. It was a perfect view and Sydney stood, still, much to Vaughn's delight without pants on, just looking out, sighing as two more bats flew past.
"It's a wonderful view," she commented, breathing deeply, as if the air was fresh and clean when it truly wasn't having passed through many vents.
Vaughn grinned and replied, meaning quite something aside from the city, "Absolutely beautiful." Sydney turned and grinned, yawning not with fatigue but a happy little yawn as she stretched again, her arms above her, and on her tip toes, giving Vaughn yet another exquisite view.
"What time is it?" she asked, a watch on her wrist, but she just wanted to hear his voice.
"Just going Seven thirty. We don't need to meet your parents for another two, three hours." She wanted to get back into bed and stay there forever , but she knew she couldn't, instead, she chose to disappear around the corner, through the door and into the bathroom where she slipped, a grin still on face as she stepped under the hot water.
Well, okay, I went out and came home and my back hurts and my neck hurts and my fingers and I haven't watched TV in days, argggg, But I love it so review please.