Chapter 9- The older man
Sydney's thought momentarily slipped from Weiss and their currant situation and instead focused on the beauty of the man standing in front of her in nothing other than a robe. His dirty blonde hair was messy, exactly how she liked it. His green eyes, although tired, still pierced through hers, willing her to come over to him and untie his bathrobe. There would be time for that later, they were spending the night together in their hotel room in Paris. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of her, both silent. Suddenly, as though he had read her mind, Vaughn walked towards Sydney pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her hard. Electricity went through her spine as she pushed off his bathrobe and was disappointed to find that he was wearing boxers. Vaughn finally pulled away laughing at the location of her hand and said,
"Not yet, first we are going to a fantastic restaurant, we are going to forget about everything for a few hours."
"Okay, I'll go change."
After getting in a white button down shirt, through which his tan skin could be seen, and a pair of black pands, Michael Vaughn sat on the bed thinking about Weiss. Although he wanted to have one peaceful night with Sydney, he couldn't stop thinking about his missing best friend. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Sydney walked out. His mind was instantly focused upon the beautiful woman who stood in front on him. She wore a red halter dress which was low cut and twirled around her legs loosly. Her hair was up in her usual pony tail but long silver earings dangled at her shoulders.
"What am I too fancy?" Sydney asked, wondering why Vaughn was staring at her so intently.
"No, you're perfect." Vaughn said in a tone which showed that he truly meant it. She blushed under his stare until he stood up and offered her his arm. She took it and shortly they were walking along the beautiful roads of Paris, simply enjoying each other's company. They came to a restaurant and Vaughn spoke to the host and they were shortly seated.
"God he is so sexy when he speaks French!" Syd thought to herself again.
"What are you thinking about?" Vaughn asked her. But Sydney just smiled, she couldn't tell him that she was thinking about his accent and the ass that went with it. "What?!" Vaughn smiled at her and she couldn't turn him down.
"You."
"Really?" He looked really surprised.
"Yeah." Sydney blushed.
"What about me?" Vaughn smirked and raised one of his eyebrows.
"I'm not telling you!" She laughed and which made Vaughn want to know even more.
"Tell me!"
"No, a girl has gotta have some secrets."
"Tell me one and I will tell you one…"
"What are you, 12?"
"No, come on it'll be fun!" Vaughn's boyish charm was hard to resist.
"Vaughn you already know way too much about me!"
"What are you talking about? I know so little about you."
"Vaughn you have been working with me for almost two years and we have spent like 80 of those years together."
"Okay, I'll start…when I was 11, I stole a watch from this little store near my house."
"I think I might have to report you to the CIA!!"
"Yeah, well my mom found out and I had to give it back; that was the scariest moment of my life."
"As scary as all the stuff we deal with?!"
"Scarier!" This made Sydney laugh. "Okay, your turn, tell me the scariest moment of your life."
"um…when my mom died." Both looked down into their dinners. Irina's betrayal had always been a hard topic for them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to darken the mood, tell me about…your…first kiss!" Vaughn blushed. "Come on tell me!"
"um…" Vaughn's face was bright red
"Come on, fess up!"
"Okay, this girl Isabelle, when I was 14."
"Okay, gonna need more details…"
"Well, we had been dating for like a month, and we were watching Casablanca on her parents bed, and…then we…" Vaughn was bright red and Sydney was laughing.
"How romantic!" She joked.
"Okay, okay, your turn!"
"No, its…its way too embarrassing!"
"Are you serious?! You can NOT back out on me now! I am sure its not THAT embarrassing!"
"No it is!"
"If I can guess why its embarrassing, will you tell me the whole story."
"Fine."
"Was the guy, 60 years old?!" Sydney laughed hysterically.
"No!!"
"Was the guy younger than you?!"
"No! I has nothing to do with the guy's age!"
"What, were you like 8?"
"No!"
"Then, what, Syd, come on, its me!"
"The guy's name was Brian and it was in the park."
"Why is that embarrassing??"
"um…I was, 19." Vaughn almost choked on his breadstick.
"You didn't kiss a guy until you were 19!"
"That's right, thank you very much!"
"I find that so hard to believe!"
"Why?!"
"Because you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Sydney blushed and they leaned across the table into a loving kiss. After they separated, the sat silently staring into each other's eyes. Vaughn suddenly stood up smiling and said,
"Do you want to dance?"
"Yes." Sydney stood up slowly and grace fully, taking Vaughn's hand and letting him lead her onto the dance floor where other couples were already dancing. Before they could start dancing, the band stopped and began a new song. Vaughn laced his hand around her waist, pulling her close and they danced slowly with her head on his shoulder feeling completely safe. Suddenly Vaughn's body stopped and tensed. Sydney lifted her head off his shoulder questioningly. But Vaughn didn't explain, he was staring at the other side of the restaurant. She followed his stare and found herself staring at an older man sitting at the bar. An older man who looked a lot like Vaughn.