'Oh my god! I'm kissing him. I can't keep my hands off him. How long have I wanted to do this for? Was it there in the back of my mind this whole time? I wonder what he is thinking. Probably that I am insane.

But that thought is chased out of my head as I realize that he is kissing me back with just as much fervor, were crazy, we can't be doing this! But why then does it feel so good? Wow I haven't felt like this in… whoa how long has it been?

He is taking off his coat now, his lips still attached to mine. We really need to stop before this gets out of hand. His hands are on my waist now. Maybe in five more minutes. Now his hands are on my back pulling me closer to him. Alright, alright we'll make it ten minutes. I feel something hard against my back, is that a wall?

Thank God, because his hands are the only thing keeping me standing at the moment.

Suddenly I feel his lips on my neck, nipping slightly.

Well hello, any rational thought just went out the window and there go my knees, as I feel them give out underneath me and I sink to the floor bringing him with me.

What the hell!! Were like the last two people on earth who should be doing this!

Hell! Were the last two people on earth who should want to be doing this!

After years of trying to kill each other, trying to eliminate the others existence this is what it has all come to?

Where in the world did this sudden desire to kiss him senseless, to push him against the wall and make him feel for me all the things I am feeling that I can't explain and really don't care to at the moment, not when his hands seem to be everywhere at once, not when I can't even form a complete sentence, not when he smells so good, like that Armani cologne that I love so much, I wonder if he knows that its my favorite cologne? If I had known he would have made me feel like this I would have attacked him ages ago on one of those stupid meaningless missions that were always on.

Did he just moan? Holy crap he did! Why is he stopping? That's just cruel, getting me all hot and bothered and then stopping.

"Miss Bristow, my apologies but what has come over you?" he was leaning back on his heels now breathing heavily. "For that matter what has come over me?" he said running his hands thru his hair. "Bloody hell."

I stopped breathing. I've lost the function to do so. Now would be a great time for a snide retort of a witty one, whichever came first. Now if only I would formulate the words.

Where the hell did my vocabulary go? Oh right, that vanished the second I jammed my tongue down his throat.

"Um…I…uh" did I just stutter? Wow, real sexy. I blush as I realize that I am going to admit how I feel at the moment. "You just looked really good in that suit and you smelled like my favorite cologne and I just couldn't help myself."

I cringe at the fact that he will probably never let me forget how stupid I sound right now and idiotic I am for saying what I did. I'll never live that down.

He smirked. What? Why is he smirking, that's usually not a good thing.

But that wasn't his usual smirk .this one was different. Then I saw it, a very slight but very there pink tinted blush.

I smiled. All the sudden a while new light came over the while situation, Sark wasn't just a cold blooded killer; he was also a young man who was a little shy and a very good kisser.

"You're blushing" I blurted out. Now why would I just blurt that out, hello Sydney did you not just tell yourself that he is a cold blooded killer? He could easily kill me for pointing out his humanity.

"So, you are too?" he scoffed defensively. "You have to admit that this is quite an odd situation we find ourselves in Miss Bristow?"

"I know" I said smiling even more because he was trying to defend himself. "But I have never seen you blush before, it's kind of cute."

He blushed a deep red at the cute comment. "well I don't know if you have noticed, but killing people and trying to take over the underworld," he said sarcastically." Doesn't really count for an awkward situation, at least not for me." He smirked again, and that just smirk was just begging her to take a hit.

"Oh I see so making out with me is awkward? Tell me something Sark, is it because I am the boss's daughter or just a woman in general? Because I would have thought that for a man of your expertise, that kissing a woman would have counted for a good situation, not an awkward one, but I understand if it's just because you're inexperienced with woman, you're still young there's still time to learn the ropes. Maybe even have a serious relationship with someone. Thought you're most likely going to get sucked into this lifestyle, give up any semblance of normalcy that you have left and die a lonely man." I finished snidely emphasizing on the word lonely hoping I would get a reaction out of him.

I did.

"I'll have you know that I am well accomplished in all aspects of my life." I heard the emphasis on all.

"If you say so" I told him loving the rise I was getting out of him.

He nodded to me "I believe I made you unable to stand and from the looks of it you're still unable to do so." He said pointing out the fact that I was still sitting on the floor.

"Maybe I'm just tired" I snapped back.

"If you say so" he said clearly mocking my earlier remark.

"You're a self righteous bastard Sark."

He smirked again. Knowing he was making me uncomfortable.

Does he ever tire of those lopsided smirks?

"There's the Sydney I know and love"

Please like you could ever love someone, I believe you need a heart for that, something which you were not built with"

"So now I'm a robot? Interesting"

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall and sighed frustratingly. When would the train stop? What was I thinking kissing Sark? When I was kissing him I wasn't really thinking of what would happen when I stopped kissing him, or how awkward the silence would be after the fact. Now we had an almost twenty four hour train ride, alone, in a compartment of our own. Did I mention that we were alone and that Sark smells really good and looks amazing in that white oxford and his now rumbled hair?

When I opened my eyes he was staring me. "What" I said trying my best to sound mean.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you?"

"Excuse me" I laughed

"You were thinking about me weren't you?"

"No I heard you I just don't know what the hell made you think that I would be thinking of you right now? A little sure of ourselves today are we?"

"Not more then usual, why are you avoiding the question?"

"I'm not"

"Yes you are"

"No I am not"

"Miss Bristow, it's blatantly obvious that you are."

"Would you stop calling me that, my name is Sydney Sark, use it."

"I like Miss Bristow better besides I don't really know you, why would I use your first name?"

"You kiss strangers often then?" I said frowning and really getting annoyed now.

"Do you?" he said raising his eyebrows. His eyes were clearly laughing at me.