Angry at herself for letting this happen, Sydney took out her anger on Sark, "Is this what you meant by me letting you go?"
Sark just smiled, "Now it's my turn."
Walking around behind her he started with her hips and moved his free hand upward until it was on her chest. Groping a little, his hands remained on top of her breast.
Sydney, who was now completely lost as to what his plan was, asked, "Is that how you … uh … " she bit back a pleased moan that was tempted to release, "usually check for concealed weapons?"
Sark nibbled at her neck, "Oh, is that what I was looking for?" His hand slipped off her chest and Sydney could almost feel remorse at its departure. "Then, you're right, I haven't been checking the right places."
As she felt his hand make its way for the front of her pants, sliding across her stomach, she decided to take control of the situation. Poising herself she was just about to make a grab for the gun, "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Sark said.
At her shocked look, he explained, "Did you know your neck tenses up a bit when you're about to make a move?" Sydney looked very displeased with the revelation of such a conspicuous tell. "Oh, it's nothing that you can see. But it is something," he kissed her neck again, "you can feel."
His hand made it's way between her legs and gently groped, sending Sydney completely out of control. Fighting to not be overwhelmed by desire, she still felt slightly disappointed when he withdrew his now damp hand. Bringing it up to his lips, he lightly licked his fingers. "Looks like we're both packing heat."