Minidreams1216: Thank you for being my first reviewer. I'm glad someone is taking a chance on this story. Otherwise, why write it? Although I do admit, writing these two characters is sort of fun. :P

Chapter Two

"We can't keep doing this." Rachel said, breaking the silence. She was silently thinking it to herself, but found that she was actually saying it out loud. Her head rested perfectly on top of Sark's chest, the rhythm of his breathing relaxed her.

"You know, it doesn't help when you keep calling me." Sark commented with a sly smile.

Rachel lifted her head and objected. "That was once, and if I recall correctly, you've called me twice." She said, copying his smile.

"That may be so, but you're right. We … can't keep doing this." Sark said lightly. To Rachel, it sounded as if he regretted saying it. She nodded slowly and placed her head back on his chest. Just then, a dull ringing echoed throughout the hotel room; Sark recognized it, and started to get up, Rachel moved to the side, using the sheet to cover herself. "Duty calls." On the way over to his phone, he picked up his boxers and slipped them on. "If you'll excuse me a moment." Sark said as he picked up his phone and took the call in the next room.

Rachel hated their situation. She knew that at that moment, he was in there, planning his next attack, presumably on APO. She wanted to believe he could change. However, he was probably thinking the same thing about her. No, Rachel thought, I won't let him get to me. Quickly, she stood up and started to gather her clothes.

When Sark emerged from the room, Rachel was fully clothed. "It's safe to presume that this time, it wasn't the rum that offended you." Sark quipped, noticing that she intended on walking out again, like she always did.

"What are we doing?" Rachel asked him, ignoring his comment about the rum, although it did bring back memories to the first night they met.

"What do you mean?" Sark inquired, although he knew full well what she meant. He wish that they could continue doing … whatever it was that they were doing, no strings attached. However, it was becoming more difficult each time they got together.

"This … us?" Rachel brought a tired hand to her forehead and continued, "Do you know what my coworkers would think of me if they knew?" She asked incredulously.

Sark nodded. "Possibly the same exact thing mine would about me. Do you honestly care?" He asked her.

"Yes … unfortunately I do." She admitted.

"Ah, there's the difference between us."

"Among other things." She said, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

"Well yes, that's fairly obvious."

"But tell me," Rachel began and she slowly made her way over to Sark and started to circle him as she continued, "You wouldn't care if Peyton knew about us? Her best friend-"

"Former." He corrected her and watched as she walked around him.

"Right." She smiled furtively. "You wouldn't mind if Peyton knew about us? That my hands touched you?" She proceeded to walk around him, and also started tracing her finger around his naked chest and back. Rachel loved to tease him, only because the situation never arose very often.

Sark, on the other hand, hated it when she teased him, especially in this moment. The delicate touch of her finger on his chest, sent chills down his spine. He wanted so desperately to have her right then, but he knew she had other plans. "Stop." He choked out.

"That's what I thought." Rachel said as she removed her hand. "You may think we're different, but you are just like me. You care what people think. Even though you act like you may not, you care."

Sark was about to protest, but a ring of another cell phone cut him off. It was Rachel's this time. "Duty calls." She said, mimicking his response to his cell phone ringing. She gave him one last look, and grabbed her cell phone, her purse, and then left the hotel room.

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