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She groaned as his tongue duelled with hers gently. She still tugged as his sweater as he pressed her into him, one hand on the small of her back the other, resting on her hip. Sydney let him remove her jacket, taking it from him in a fumbled exchange, throwing it aside.

They half fell down as he stepped back, not expecting any stairs, she steadied him however, and with little grace they ended up in her living room. A low dark moan growled from his throat, an almost animalistic sound she felt reverberate through her body.

Their kisses and soft caresses continued, his soft, velvet tongue tentatively toying with hers,remindingher of the fact he was anextremely loving and playful lover. There was great tenderness in their actions, with the undeniable hint of a mischievous hunger. They began to speak softly to each other as they kissed, their deep fast breathing informing the other of their lust.

"Nice place" he whispered into her as he pressed her up against the wall, his hand now resting against the hard surfacebeside her head, steadying them.

"Thanks" she moaned against him, slowly undoing the buckle of his belt. Her shoulder blades were pressed firmly against the wall, her hips compressed against his. Sydney's hand remained at his chest where it was clutching desperately at his clothes; they were at an angle against the cool glazed surface of the wall, the only things in contact with the enamel shell, Vaughn's hand and the top of Sydney's back.

Their lips had began to swell with the gentle vigour of their actions, softly teasing each other with their satin texture. Their mouths crushed against each other tenderly, and she hummed into him one more as with the pad of his thumb he gently stroked the exposed skin of her back, slowly caressing, delicately torturing her with his caring touch.

Sydney ran her hand up the subtle curve of his torso after seeing it only hours before from her window. She placed her warm hands against the sides of his faintly stubbled face. Their lips separated for the first time, her taste still toying with his senses on the soft texture of his tongue.

"Mmm" she groaned once more as began to nip at her neck, the soft bites blending and interlacing with his warm kisses. Her arms had wrapped around his neck as his mouth left hers, but now she was growing impatient with his teasing, longing for him. Her desires however were silenced as he began kissing her again, always aware of exactly how she needed his touch. She smiled against him, their bodies singing the same lustful mantra.

"No" she said quietly, pushing him away from her, a small suggestion of exasperation and sadness in her voice. He didn't seem surprised or upset by her actions; he licked his bottom lip, biting it as he looked to the floor.

"I- I'm sorry Syd" he whispered shaking his head softly. He looked at her through morose green eyes. Sydney leant against the wall, running a hand through her slightly dishevelled hair.

"It's just-"

"I know" he interrupted. He pause for a second, "Me too." He spoke in a tone she never heard of him before, one of extreme anguish but also adoration. He continued, "We have to take this slow. I want to do this right. I want to take you to dinner and tell you how beautiful you look, t- todance with you. I want make love to you all night, in a bed," he statedgesturing around them quickly with his hand,"I want to whisper your name in the way only you can make me" Sydney stifled a moan, tilting her head back to rest it against the wall. She tried to make the happy sting of his touch dissipate, to force the memory of his kiss and his taste from her mind. He was several paces away from her, his breathing, like hers, still heavy.

She took three quick steps to him as she had amidst the rubble of SD-6, letting him take her waist as she went to kiss him. His voice had been uneven, thick with emotion and yearning for her, but his message clear. She had never experienced a moment so compelling, so poignant, so- romantic. She began to cry against him, feeling the warm tears from his jade eyes tentatively fall against her. Their kiss was deep and innocent, not teasing or playful, just honest and tender, the forgotten amorous nature of their relationship seeping through their bodies. He picked her up gently and she expertly wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss never broke as he quietly carried her into her room; this time they didn't trip or stumble or groan at their mischievous teasing. They had remembered the meaning of making love, re-experiencing all they had felt so long ago. The sensations of each other's touch were now heightened, each gentle touch cherished, each loving whisper causing them to shiver pleasantly, every kiss refreshing their souls.

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Sydney shivered pleasantly at the familiar touch. She smiled, opening her eyes cautiously, wary of the sting of the early morning light. She turned her head towards him, her back remaining curved against the soft mattress.

"Morning" he half rasped, his voice, like him still sleepy. Her smile deepened, shy dimples appearing. His smile was gentle as he studied her face, carefully stroking her with his gaze. He was lying on his stomach, the cotton sheet resting across the dip of his spine; his fingers whispered across her stomach agonisingly slowly just above where the sheet lay. Her arm was bent up in the gap between them, her fingertips gently dancing against his stubbled chin. There was a sense of Ying and Yang to them, the pair completely harmonised with each other, yet complete opposites. She lay neatly on her back, her hand to his face as he, on his stomach was resting his fingers seductively just above the teasing hem of the sheet. Their legs were entwined, tangled in the whiteness of the sheet.

He'd been studying her for hours, only noticing the periodic shifts in light as they changed colour against her skin. He watching each fall and rise of her body as she slept, an almost undetectable smile gracing her lips. His hand had rested against the warmth of her body since before he had woken; for a long while she had laced her hand with his, only to remove it to rub her irritated nose, letting her hand fall back beside her head against the cool of her pillow. He'd almost laughed at this, the child-like action making her practically irresistible: not that she wasn't already he had thought. He could now without guilt or upset remembering how it felt to bearound her, to touch her,to be inside her, how she tasted. How she reacted to her touch; the way she moaned and called out his name into his ear as his fingers roamed. He could feel the changing reactions of her body to his movements, and how it felt to have her breathe, hot and ragged against his ear. He bit his lip once more, trying to suppress the growing desire he had every second he observed her

Neither, he noted, had shown any signs of surprise or confusion when they first opened their eyes, seeing only each other. For the last three years, the very second their heavy eyelids opened, this was what they saw. Just for a second, every desperate morning all he could see was Sydney- even inthe moments he tried not to. It used to make his entire body sting, now he glowed. No, what was truly confusing for the pair was the sleepy figure before them not being there, a sight both had automatically grown to expect since their first night making love. Them not being there was what was surprisingly frightening. Not this, this was just right, how the morning was supposed to look. This was perfection.

Their eyes had not parted and neither of their placid smiles had faltered. He finally spoke once more, this time it barely a sigh above a silence

"I love you"

She let his words drench her. Her smile fell for a second allowing the small words to have their impact on her.Her smile returnedas she crawled to him, his hand falling to her side as she lay on top of him; his skin was hot and smooth. Their firm stomachs were touching, her breasts pressing gently to his chest. They were separated only by the flimsy material of the sheet as she grazed her nose oh-so-softly against his. Their lips were barely apart when she whispered her response

"I love you" he smiled at her words, his aprehension quickly disintegrating.

Their kiss was dark and smooth, their heavy breathing returning. Their open lips teased each other, tongues flicking and teeth biting. He rolled her onto her back, the sheet separating them melting away under their heat; he could feel she was more than ready for him. He held her upper waist, his hands gently clasping around her ribs as left hot kisses against the centre of her chest and down her stomach. She moaned his name and the glorious cycle began again.

Phew. k hope i chose the right rating...i have a really cool idea for later, but it will probably have to be an R to be safe... please ;et me know what you think...thanks for reading hope it was ok. please review!! xx