The hardest decision of Sydney Bristow's life was in the process of being deliberated. She was in complete emotional turmoil, her forehead scrunched, her teeth biting into the tender flesh of her bottom lip. It was times of such mental anguish she missed Francie the most.
"What should I wear Fran?" she thought aloud. She missed her friend very much, feeling as if another member of her family had slipped out of her reach. Each day she cursed herself, the thought of being responsible for Francie's murder clawing at her insides.
Syd threw random garments into a messy circle on the floor. She stood in its centre her hands resting lightly on her hips. She closed her eyes and span around, the childish action making her laugh at herself. She stopped abruptly opening her eyes staring at the top her finger was pointing at. "Ugh no" she said disgusted by her accidental choice. She nonchalantly hurled the blouse across the room watching it slither down the wall lying lifeless and unloved on the floor. Sydney sighed loudly; this was hopeless.
Vaughn chewed on his lip anxiously as he ambled through the door of Eric's home. He loosened his tie with his left hand, tossing the keys on the table with the other. Vaughn ran his fingers through his hair walking into his current bedroom he shut the door behind him and headed for the bathroom attached. Reaching into the large shower leaning across to applying gentle pressure to the lever. A shout could be heard as the warm water rained down on his back, soaking his shirt.
He stood up straight after recoiling so quickly from the hissing cubicle. His arms outstretched, Vaughn looked down at his dripping shirt shaking his head at his own stupidity. In one swift movement he removed the navy tie pulling it over his head, starting work on the small white buttons of his.
Sydney has chosen her outfit. Finally satisfied with her choice she headed for the shower undressing as she went. Her small trail of clothing stopped however, her skills allowing her to distinguish something in the corner of her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks, facing the door of the bathroom. Her head cautiously turned to her bedroom window directly adjacent to Weiss's. The room, usually dark due to vacancy now had an occupant, one that made her heart beat faster then any assignment ever had. The sight before her made her blush and she begin to shiver.
Vaughn removed his shirt, his body gently contorting to the constricts of the material. It slid of his shoulders: his smooth skin glowing gently in the dusk light. He threw it towards a wicker basket in the corner of the room, the caramel woven material creaking unappreciatively.
She nearly moaned as his muscles flexed as he began to remove his shirt; its stylish thin blue stripes caused her eyes to wander over familiar paths when they were in the office, so this, this was achingly arousing. She felt she was watching something she shouldn't, a forbidden pleasure, a sight she hadn't seen in three long pulsating years. His tanned muscular chest was sculpted perfectly, his figure never becoming overly shaped. He was slender and tanned, and the charcoaled pattern was defined clearly on his curved shoulder. She was not close enough to see it, but she searched for the scar she knew she'd carved into his body, one of many she was sure she'd caused. She didn't see the pinkish slither of silver she was used to seeing embedded deeply into her stomach every time she had a shower.
Not wanting to be greedy, with much reluctance she dragged her eyes away form his handsome contours. She stepped into the bathroom removing the remainder of her work clothes allowing the scolding water to pound into the shower floor for a few seconds. She stepped into the glass cube a closed the door.
Ten minutes later Vaughn ambled out of his bathroom, a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. He had considered the sheer size of the shower and concluded it must have been built for the use of more than one person at a time. Mischievous thoughts flooded his mind and he chastised himself silently. This reprimand was crushed however when he noticed an image he had yearned for everyday for five long years. Sydney stood a towel wrapped loosely round her wet figure where she held it close to her chest. The material draped lavishly across the curve of her back; he smiled adoring way she always managed to implicate but never illustrate. He had always admired her class, leaving everything to the imagination, her natural beauty causing no need excessive makeup or provocative clothing. She was the epitome of sophistication; of course back in their handler-asset days he used to spend hours deliberating whether the accidental hint of thigh was really unintentional as she sat up on the crates opposite him.
With much pain he dragged himself away from the window, her back still to him. He made a future note: always-close-blind-when-Sydney-is-home. He didn't trust himself in the slightest.
She was ready. She was actually, finally ready for their date. After hours of careful consideration for the perfect 'I just threw this on but I'm still looking forward to going on a date with Vaughn' outfit, she distractedly applied some gloss to her supple lips.
The doorbell rang
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You were all sooo looking forward to them going on the date weren't you? Mwah ha ha...well I'm not that cruel cos I love you all too much. Thanks for reading so far! Enjoy the next chapter hope its ok