Thanks to fair cate, Mrs Michael Vartan, Vaughnbear, daisyduke947, Aly, sydney anne derevko bristow vaughn (project s.a.d.b.v. 47) b.a.d. v.s. ??? (phew what a name!), katejones2005, maggieann452 and Fay for reviewing my last few chapters and for those who want to know, after a small demand, Ithink I might do a sequel for one of my other fics nostalgia's triangle...maybe! thanks for reading so far!-love dani xxx
"Hi" she said shyly after opening the door to him
"Hey" he blushed- his smile and his voice extremely shy. He stepped towards her and she embraced him in a kiss. It was deep and dark, passion oozing from their movements, he groaned quietly into her causing a cool ripple of adrenaline to coarse through the centre of her stomach. They separated a minute later, the familiar gentlepanting returning to their chests once more. They rested their heads together similar to every time they experienced such a deep and moving kiss
"Thank you". She needn't say anything else. He used his thumbs to wipe away the stickiness her tears had left during their kiss
"I've never seen you look more beautiful," he whispered close to her ear, his breath hot against her. She giggled coyly stepping back from his grip; she did a small twirl and stopped when she was facing him again. She timidly looked down, blushing under his gaze- the black dress fit her perfectly. Its straps were made of thin lace that followed down the line of the low v-neck and there was another strip under her breasts that went around her body to tie at her back. The line of the dress plunged dramatically at the back, allowing the thin ribbon of lace to contrast against her creamy skin. It was unique, its beauty distinctive and striking; neither had seen anything like it before and he was immediately pleased with his choice. He took her by the hand and she closed the door behind them; there was a taxi waiting outside for them and he opened the door for her causing her to giggle. They sat close to each otherin the taxi, taking up only one half of the back seat. She leant up against him, coiling her body in his.
"I could get used to this," she whispered into his neck, her hushed voice unintentionally seductive. She turned his head to hers, their lips almost touching.
"What?" he breathed, brushing his lips against hers momentarily. He enjoyed teasing her, knowing she also took pleasur in it.
"This" she smiled, her tone matching his. "The candles, the roses, the bath. This dress. You" she said placing a kiss on his neck. He tried his best not to imagine her in the bath, but failed miserably. His fingers dusted along her thigh; they spoke between kisses and caresses
"Play your cards right Miss Bristow, and your evening could get even better" she laughed hitting him on the arm mockingly
They arrived at their destination soon after; they now stood adjacent to the waterfront. There was a black painted iron barrier similar to that at the pier that meant so much to them. As long as they could see, there was a row of small white bulbs illuminating the indigo sky above them. She leant in and kissed him in appreciation once more
"I think we were giving the cab driver a bit of an eye-full" he joked
"Yeah he was definitely getting more than he paid for" she quipped in return. He took her hand gently and walked her along the pavement. Across the road there were small patisseries, café's and boutiques. She couldn't understand how they were so close to their CIA offices yet these places were so different from the angry grey city she was used to. The lush greens of the treesand the pinks of gentle summer blossoms blended artistically with the small white lights that seemed to be all around them. They looped around trees and danced around the tops of the buildings. Random restaurants with blushing couples or people eating alone hid themselves, the path they followed happily led them to a restaurant apart from the others- more secluded but similar in their quirky romantic beauty.
Vaughn whispered something to the maitre-d who smiled and nodded leading them to a table slightly apart from the others. Vaughn guided her, his hand against her lower back, and action they were more than familiar with. She could feel the warmth of his hand against the dip in her back. He pulled the chair out for her allowing her to sit; he tucked in the chairs she sat, their movements synchronised perfectly. Vaughn sat opposite her and their gaze was unfaltering as the waiter returned with two long stemmed glasses filling them with a dark burgundy liquid. They picked them up, raising them to each other in a toast
"To you" he whispered with a smile
"And to you" she blushed. There was a gentle chime of glass on glass and they each took a small sip with a smile. They ordered distractedly from the menu reading Friscatti's, their fingers slowly dancing: small strokes and gentle caresses causing them to smile further. All their words were whispered, each sound escaping from their lips cherished and remembered. Sydney rolled some of her pasta around her fork lifting it to Vaughn who accepted it graciously; their eyes never left each other as he placed his lips over it, taking the pasta with ease. She moaned silently as he licked some of the red sauce from her palm, his eyes watching herresponse tohis actions, her head titling and eyes closed.
They thanked the waiter once more as he cleared their plates quietly watching the interaction between the pair. She laughed at something he said, the waiter didn't hear what but smiled. Vaughn stood and walked to stand beside her. His smile had gone but was still present in his eyes; Sydney frowned slightly not understanding
"Dance with me?" he said quietly, secretly worried about her response. Sydney smiled standing to face him. Their bodies were inches a part as he took her hands walking backwards leading her to a small gap between the tables and the small now empty bar. The violinist who had gone previously unnoticed by the young couple smiled at the pair and played to them; other tables watched sweetly as they began dancing only seeing each other. She pressed her body to his resting her head on his shoulder; he took her hand, holding it as they danced, his other placed once again to the warm skin of her back. Their bodies swayed gently to the music, their hips moving subtly as if to a song only they could here. He lifted her head off his shoulder, the knuckle of his forefinger under her chin. Vaughn brushed the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip and along her jaw. They shared a whispered kiss.
"I'm so in love with you Sydney- every second that I'm with you, around you, even away from you, I love you more." She bit her lip shyly at his words, looking down. "I've loved you for always. And I always will. It's only you Syd. Always you. You are the most beautiful person I'll ever know- your strength I-its humbling Sydney, you're beauty is breath-taking, I'll never be able to describe the feeling I have when i'maround you- I could never explain how it feels to be this in love with you." she looked up, her eyelashes saturated with moisture. Sydney sniffed, laughing at herself.
"Oh Vaughn," she gently sighed. "I love you too much-I mean it'sbordering on compulsive". They exhaled a loving laugh together, resting their heads against each other. "I've been in love with you my whole life...I- is that possible? I- I have been waiting for you to save me my whole life. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and loving you is more intoxicating than anything I have ever experienced. I love you so much and I always will."
Later, the couple shared a Tiramisu, feeding each other with their spoons and occasionally, fingers; they giggled at their messy actions, Sydney biting his fingers and they slipped into her mouth. Vaughn suckedthem defensivelyin mock pain, his goofy pretending causing her to lean back in her chair and laugh loudly. It was a deep laugh that caused him to shiver with delight at her glowing happiness; something he hadn't experienced in three long empty years.
Even after her endless protesting he paid for the meal reaching for her hand across the table as the stood. They were given a complimentary bottle of wine that shared the name of the restaurant to take home with them. Something told the waiter when he gave it to them it would never be drunk- just kept as a romantic reminder of a blisteringly wonderful night. A bottle they would show their children and grandchildren, possibly being drunk ona distant anniversary. They giggled as they left, their hands intertwined, their heads bowed in flirtatious repartee. They departed with a smile and he kissed her knuckles gently. The waiter watched them disappear down the path, following the river of lights half hidden by the emerald leaves ruffled by the warmth of the evening spring breeze. They were in their own world, completely oblivious the events around them.
Vaughn whispered broken French into her ear as they wandered down back through the buildings and greenery to the seafront. He kissed her hand once more pulling her into a long velvet kiss. Their lips crushed against each other sweetly, their tongues gently duelling. Sydney moaned into his warm, chocolate mouth pressing her hips to his. They pulled apart as the taxi he had order arrived, kissing tenderly once more in silent agreementto keep their hands off each other on the ride home. She place her palm against his cheek
"I love you" she spoke, her voice hushed
"I love you" he replied in a whisper
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