I unfortunately do not own Alias (sniffle)
Thank you so much to those still reviwing and reading. Its very much appreciated- believe me. This is a relatively short chapter and i've just realised this is gonna be an epic fic (ie very long and fluffy) so keep reading! Thank you so much and enjoy- dani xxx
Vaughn woke to a placid silence; he frowned, peering over his shoulder to see a vacant white space beside him. His body was exposed to the cool air of the room, the warmth of the sheet now a gift to the floor. For just a second he thought she was gone- that she was still dead and he was still alone, drowning in his own sorrow. He shivered violently, tilting his head to the left, searching the bathroom for any signs of her- there were none. He smiled at the reassuringsensation of a familiar vanilla scent stroked him. Henoticed the sporadic collection of candles and perfume littered over her dresser, and the clothes strewn tiredly over the floor. He saw a wooden frame in which a picture of Jack sat quietly, staring into his subconcious. He also noticedthe shelf especially for Francie, an attractive photo of her surrounded by tea lights and small memoirs she had received from Will, her own destroyed in the fire.
He got out of bed slowly, the cold soaking his body. Grabbing a t-shirt from what had quickly become his white corner chair, he stepped towards her dresser, glancing at its femininity with a smile. There was a round antique silver trinket box he cautiously removed the lid of; it made a small welcoming ting as the top bashed its sides, its carved shining patterns gleaming in the husky bedroom glow. He replaced the lid of the round container, stepping to his left to study the also antique perfume bottles, their detailed cork-like silver lids matching the pattern of the trinket box. With care, Vaughn picked up one of the tear-shaped glass bottles, turning it gently in his hands. The thin transparent shell felt delicate and ached with a history it longed to share. Slowly, he returned it to its place beside the small collection of different sized and shaped bottles and the attractive collection of makeup she owned.
He turned to leave but a flirtation of cream caught his eye; there, sitting quietly around the neck of one of the engraved glass bottles was a cream ribbon from which hung a small silver charm; he frowned immediately recognising it as a friendship charm. The silver jagged edge of the broken heartcontrasted against the gentle patterned curve of the ouside, the middle shyly reading 'friends'. He sighed sadly, letting the metal fall from his fingers and chime against the glass. His head turned towards the bedroom door at the unique clinking sound of coffee cups from the kitchen.
Sydney hummed a nameless tune as she expertly moved her way around her kitchen. She thought how strange it was that less than a week ago, it was just simply a kitchen, but now, it was her kitchen, in her home. Home. Such a funny word- to some in can mean everything, to others, so little; a meaningless sound that falls from one's mouth in everyday conversation. Until Will and Francie, she'd never had a home to speak of. She had a beautiful house of course, beautiful clothes, beautiful toys- she never wanted for anything and she was truly grateful for that, but even as an infant she always seemed to pick up on the nagging emptiness of the possessions, never able to identify the sadness her gifts seemed to be wrapped in.
She drummed her fingers on the wooden kitchen surface digging her thumb into her neck as she rolled her head in a circle. The kettle whined at her and the small plastic button clicked to let her know it was ready to be emptied. She complied allowing the scolding water to fall onto the grains of coffee, giving the cups a small stir. She still hummed, her hips swaying in time to a rhythm-less song. She grabbed the milk carton, which sat to her left pouring it into the mugs and adding a teaspoon of sugar to her own. She gave them another stir reaching for her toast as she leaned to replace the sugar container. She groped at the plate with a frown, turning her head to see it empty. She spun round to see Vaughn inches away from her, leaning against the fridge biting into her missing toast. He chewed it slowly, their eyes locking until he swallowed it with a cheeky smile. Undeterred, she leant forwards to kiss him, their lips crushing in a quiet morning greeting. Sydney leant back against the worktop picking up her mug of coffee and bringing it to her lips with a blow. Her cautious exhale into the mug rattled a hollow sound as they continued to look at each other, silent flirtatious banter running between them. There was quiet for a while.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asked gently, bringing the buttered toast he had adopted to her lips. She took a bite shaking her head. He nodded in understanding, a mixture of his own experiences and the still present look of fragility hiding in her eyes reminding him not to push. He leant towards her, kissing her forehead; he didn't see her close her eyes at his touch, his tenderness making her shiver. As he pulled away she placed her hand to the nape of his neck pulling his mouth towards hers. They spent a small while lost in a gentle kiss until she grabbed the toast from his hands, slipping from his grasp and out of the kitchen.
"Hey!" he quietly exclaimed with a smile
"My toast" she chimed, taking a bite of the buttered bread playfully walking backwards away from him. He happily followed her lead, slowly walking towards her, stalking both her and her breakfast
"My Toast"
"Make your own toast"
"But I like your toast"
"Tough...toast" he laughed at her comment, falling in love with her goofiness. She mockingly bit into it, stifling a smile as he cocked his eyebrow at her pleasured humming "This really is good toast..." she whispered, indicating the bread with a small flick. Her eyes widened as she realised what he was going to do, a small shriek filling the hollow of her mouth. He advanced towards her, but she darted from his reach, dashing around the couch. They giggled as they moved expertly around her living room, but he was too quick for her, grabbing her waist andfalling onto the couch bringing her down on top of him. She giggled, her back contracting against his stomach as she laughed. He took a bite of the toast still held between her fingers
"See" he said once he had finished off his bite, "That wasn't so hard was it?"
"You know," she breathed, "If you'd just asked me, I would have gladly shared"
"Yes but this way is much more fun" he said kissing her neck. She sighed, subconsciously pressing her body into his. He placed his hands on her hips, the tips of his fingers dusting against her firm stomach. She groaned as he continued to kiss her neck and throat, occasionally nipping at her jaw. Sydney's arm bent up behind her, her hand tangling in his hair, pulling against it lightly. Her other arm hung over the edge of the couch, as distractedly she dropped the buttered toast onto the floor. He gently turned her around to face him, her stomach pressing against his. He kissed her neck and jaw carefully, his teasing movements slowly blending into a long, velvet kiss they both shared. There was nothing overly lustful about the kiss, but its deep passion was intense and stimulating. They moaned into each other as a shrill noise shattered the ravenous placidity of the moment. The pairlooked each other for a second
"Okay first of all, we're getting a new phone," Vaughn said with mock sincerity. Sydney laughed at his words and his ability to always manage to make her smile at exactly the right times. She leaned towards the table next to the couch, her long feline-like stretch causing her stomach to hover above Vaughn's head. He smiled slightly craning his neck backwards to look at her for a second; he again placed his hands against the dip of her hips, stopping momentarily to tie up the bow of her pyjama bottoms that had come undone from the friction of their movements. He placed a kiss against her stomach, the gesture causing her voice to waver slightly as she answered.
"Hello?" she said somewhat drowsily, the intoxicating nature of his touch causing her world to blur out of focus
"Hey Syd! How's my favourite girl doing?"
"Eric, hey!" she said happily looking down at Vaughn momentarily. They shared a humoured look admiring their good friend's timing
"Are you busy? You sound a little...distracted. Mike's not there is he?"
"Er no I haven't seen him" she said looking down at Vaughn
"You're in bed with him right now aren't you?"
"I'm trying" she quipped. To Sydney's confusion Vaughn let out a short blast of laughter, recognising the conversation.
"Yeah ok, so that was subtle" Eric joked about Vaughn's laugh "Put him on" Sydney complied with a contented sigh handing the phone to Vaughn, slinking her body between him and the back of the couch. He moved for her as he spoke, wrapping his arm around her, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. She felt as his words reverberated in his chest, his heart providing a steady and comforting rhythm.
"Eric?"
"Hello? Wha-who's that? It sounds a bit like someone I used to know, this guy who was my best friend and lived at my house for a while. I didn't know where he went- I mean, I rang, I left messages, I wrote a poem...I put his picture on the side of a milk carton, but alas he just disappeared. You know... I always wondered what happened to him" Eric said with mock sadness
"That's cute Eric. Did you prepare that or were the hints of spontaneity real?"
"Oh no they were real" Eric said with a sigh, adding dramatically "I speak straight from my heart- my empty broken heart" Vaughn laughed at his friend
"We need to find Eric a girl" Vaughn joked to Sydney who chuckled lightly, her eyes closed against the warmth of his chest
"Agreed"
"Hey I heard that! Seriously though man, I take it thinks are going ridiculously well in the Sydney/Vaughn camp?"
"Er..." Vaughn started, the comfortable pressure against his chest reminding him of Syd's presence
"Oh right yeah, Syd right there... well I'll be here until eight if you want to come over, I'm more than positive you must be running out of clothes by now"
"Where you going at eight? You're not seeing that Anna girl that you met at the bar the other week are you 'cause that pick up line was just disastrous-"
"Well I'm sorry if unlike you I actually have to use pickup lines in the first place-" Vaughn began to protest as he always did when someone implied he was attractive- similar to Sydney, he was way too self-critical and modest for his own good
"-And no I'm not seeing a girl, I have to work- unlike you two some of us aren't lucky enough to be given weekends off"
"Ah well you've got me there" Vaughn said looking down and stroking Sydney's hair. She smiled sleepy, her eyes still closed, leaning into his hand.
"So you'll come round later? I think Donny misses you"
"Eric, by Donny do you mean you?" Vaughn ribbed
"Funny. See you man"
"Yeah bye" he bent his arm back replacing the phone to its holder. It made a courteous beep as he groaned at the protest of his muscles. Clearly not being in the field at least once a week was taking its toll on his usually exhausted body, some of his muscles becoming stiff through a lack of use. "Syd?" he whispered not sure if she was asleep. A small murmur escaped her as she snuggled into the crook of his neck further. Vaughn circled his arm around her waist, resting his cheek against her hair. He felt his eyes flutter close, an easy sleep overcoming him.
Sydney slowly opened her eyes, disorientated as to where she was. She frowned adjusting her head to get a better view of her surroundings
"Morning..." said a gentle voice. She smiled and closed her eyes, a wave of adrenaline flitting through her stomach at the sound of his voice. "...again" she sighed a laugh tilting her head towards him. They shared a sweet and innocent kiss. her drousy state reflected in her actions. He mirrored her tenderness.
"How long-"
"-Were we asleep for?" he finished for her"About an hour" he didn't tell he'd been asleep for about half of that, the rest of her slumber spent studying her delicate beauty. "Hey um, I think Eric raised a good point- I'm running out of clothes and stuff and I need to get some more from his and from storage, and I think my dog's feeling neglected. Plus I'm sure you're getting sick of me already..." he joked quietly,nervous of her answer
"Vaughn" She said turning to lie on her stomach again " I need you- you have to know that. You're my oxygen, I don't operate without you; believe we when I say that without you I'm a shadow- I barely exist. I can never get enough of you- you know that" She kissed him gently, emphasising her point, and filling him with a modest confidence.
"I love you," he whispered
"I love you" she spoke, matching his hushed tone. She grazed her nose against hisand they kissed again, this time for longer than before; to her delight the tips of his fingers slipped under the hem of her top, teasing her with his touch. He broke their contact with a slight hum, licking his bottom lip, his eyes closed
"I should go," she groaned slightly at his words, not wanting him to leave her
"Okay" she nodded gently "I think while you're out I'll go shopping- I need to pick up some things"
"Hmm" he hummed inquisitively "Anything I might like to know about?" she giggled quietly
"Maybe" she flirted, kissing him playfully
"I look forward to it," he laughed into their kiss
A small while later, Vaughn stood in Sydney's room getting dressed after his shower. Sydney, after tidying both the kitchen and the living room sat on her bed observing his actions. Vaughn watched her study of him, their eyes connecting every one in a while as if previously rehearsed. Syd bit her lip trying to ignore the fact he was stood half naked in front of her, the toned contours of his chest and stomach making her blush. She felt very warm all of a sudden, his innocent movements flooding her mind with impure memories, images and thoughts.
Vaughn himself was finding it hard to concentrate on the simple task of dressing. He tried not to notice the hug of the top she wore and the manner by which it accentuated her toned feminine curves of her waist and the gentle swell of her breasts. The smooth outline of her legs caused him to swallow, and he stared at the headboard behind her for a few moments in an attempt to compose himself. He allowed his eyes to drift back to hers for a second, green once more clashing with chocolate. Vaughn lowered his arms to his side after buttoning up his jeans; the couple were still for a moment, their tender hunger growing as each agonising second passed.
"What difference will an hour make?" he asked quickly moving towards her, dropping his t-shirt on the floor. He bent down to her, their lips and tongues clashing in a soft passionate crush . At the same time he placed a knee on the mattress between her legs as she hummed a brief response to a question, willingly accepting his touch. He followed her cue as she leant back against the bed, his body pressing itself against hers. Vaughn smiled as she brushed her hands against his back, momentarily forgetting the fact he was already half undressed. They quickly became lost in each other; time lazily slipping by as the glorious circle started all over again. After all, what difference could an hour make to people to whom time only consisted of each other?
Thank you for reading this. Please please review... love danielle xxx