07 Sexual Frustration

- - - She moves like a tender kiss

And I can't stop feeling

She soothes with her tenderness

And I can't stop feeling

I even don't even know her name

But I can't stop feeling

"Deeper" Hanson

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Sark settled himself on the sofa in the sitting room. He held a wineglass in between his fingers and watched the chemical swirl continually as she swished the drink around. It's not like the thought of sex and Sydney hadn't run across his mind at the same time before. Powerful woman always turned Sark on. He never thought it was possible to sleep with one of his biggest enemies though. This brought the phrase, "keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer" to a whole new meaning.

"Sark?" a voice brought Sark back to reality. Sydney stood in the doorway with sweats and tank top on. Her hair still fell neatly to her shoulders; she obviously didn't take her nap. "Sark?" she asked again. Sark blinked and his eyes re-focused as he looked back at her.

"Yes, my dear?" He asked, his voice unnaturally soft with her. He knew he had to continue the façade that they were really in love.

"Are you OK? You kept starring at that glass like it was about to shatter or something." Sydney inquired, looking at the wineglass and than back at him. She sat in an armchair across the room.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine. I was just thinking..." he trailed off when the image of him and Sydney together brought color to his cheeks.

"Thinking of what?" She asked once again.

"Oh, just that Mr. Sloane wants us at a meeting tomorrow. Nothing big." He reassured her and they lapsed into silence. For Sydney, this might've been a comfortable silence but for Sark it was nerve wrecking. Usually, lying came as second nature to him but he found it rather difficult with Sydney.

"When did we meet?" Sydney asked, breaking the silence.

"Meet? Well, I believe it was January of 2001." Sark said as he made up a random date, "We were both training in LA and-"

"I've been to LA?" She interjected quickly.

"Why, yes. Plenty of times." Sark replied in an obvious voice. He watched as Sydney moved from the chair to the couch.

"Tell me more about our first date." She continued on with the investigation.

"Well, we, uh, we went to a café downtown." Sark stammered as Sydney inched closer to him. "We talked about work, our families, our, uh, work and" Sydney was now nearly on top of him. He felt her hot breath on his mouth. "And, and work and-" Finally Sydney's lips captured Sark's. Sark didn't hold back but instead plunged in deep. His hands move to her face. Cupping it, he held her face close to him as he continued to deepen the kiss. He felt her hands wonder down to his belt buckle and attempted to conquer the small barrier. She had almost succeeded when her mind went blank and another memory came to her.

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Two shadowy figures stood in the kitchen. Sydney had just opened the oven when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist. With a smile she turned to the stranger and kissed him tenderly. He held her close but unwillingly, she pulled back.

"Dinner's done." she whispered to him.

"We have an oven, you know. We can reheat." He whispered in return and pulled her towards him once again.

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"Oh my god!" Sydney yelped as she fell off the couch and onto the floor.

"Sydney! What happened?" Sark said, disappointed with the outcome of the recent events. He helped her up as she looked bewilderedly at him.

"I had another memory and ... and ..." she trailed of as she sat on the couch once again. "Did you just call me Sydney?"

"Shit!" he said under his breath. "Oh, did I? Well, uh, you usually go by that name. It's your middle name, you know."

"Really? Oh, well that makes sense I guess." Sydney said with her head down. Sark began to feel nervous about these reoccurring memories and quickly changed the subject.

"What got into you there?" Sark asked, referencing her jumping on him. Sydney looked up, her face a light pink.

"The doctor told me to try to be intimate with you. He said if I do something I routinely do then that might bring back a memory." Sydney said, looking down at her hands. Her face contorted as she tried to resurface her memory."In my memory, I was kissing a man but it wasn't you." She looked at him with concern.

"Oh, well ... I'm not sure who he was. Tell me more about your memory." Sark asked curiously.

"Well, we were both in the kitchen and I was making something. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me and I told him dinner was ready and he said we could reheat. Do you know who this man is?" Sydney asked with a confused expression on her face.

"Hm, well it maybe sounds like your, erm, ex-boyfriend?" Sark threw out there and he waited for her reaction.

"Ex-Boyfriend? Then, then that was an old memory. What was his name?" Sydney asked, Sark could feel her eyes bearing through him.

"Micheal." He with slight disgust in his voice. "Sweet heart. I really think you should go to sleep. You've had a pretty long day. We can work on, on getting your memory back tomorrow. OK?" Sark urged her. Sydney took a second to consider it and nodded her head.

"Your right. It's just, so much has happened today. Wake me up for dinner then?" she asked and Sark nodded in return. Sydney softly kissed him on the cheek before she got up and walked out of the room. Once she was out of ear shot, Sark let out a large sigh and lay back on the couch. Sark couldn't remember in his life when he was so sexually frustrated. He wanted her. Plain and simple, he wanted her. Yet, at the same time, he was nervous about bringing back anymore memories.

He knew of Sydney and Micheal's love affair. It was quite obvious that he found humor in them trying to keep it a secret. Those midnight meetings, how she looked at him, and how he looked at her. This mission was more dangerous then he had comprehended.

Quickly, Sark reached over to the nearly by phone and punched in numbers. "It's Sark. I need a favor from you." He spoke into the receiver