ABOVE THE ATLANTIC
Sofya was resting in one of the plane-seats. Sydney was seated accros her while Jack and Vaughn were three seats to the front of them. Her outfit was a shot in the rose if she dared to say it herself. A short, black leather skirt with high heels boots that went all the way to her knees and, to make the outfit perfect for the job, a white see-through top with a sexy black bra underneath it.
"Like the outfit ?" Sydney's voice broke the silence
Sofya looked up. "You did a wonderfull job, I couldn't've picked it better myself"
Sydney looked down before speaking again. "You said Frocelli has a thing for women that belong to another man"
Sofya kept her stare at Sydney. "Yes"
Sydney looked up to meet her sisters stare. "You do know that he's heartless and that he killed people in a ruthless way"
Sofya smiled slightly. "Who ?"
"Sark" Sydney answered
"What makes you think that Sark is the man I was reffering to ?" Sofya wondered
"Isn't he ?" Sydney passed the ball back
The two sisters remained quiet and just kept staring at each other. Once again, it was Sydney who broke the silence. "How did you meet ?"
Sofya smiled and thought back to the day when her mother had introduced her to Julian Sark.
FLASHBACK
"Sofya, I'd like you to meet your partner Julian Sark" Irina said to her fifteen-year-old daughter.
Sofya turned around and saw an incredible attractive blonde standing beside her mother. He was casually dressed in a jeans and a black button-up shirt.
"Julian, meet my daughter Sofya" Irina said again
Sark took her hand into his and pressed a light kiss on it. "It's nice to meet you" he said with a smile
Sofya, never taking her eyes off him, smiled back. "Nice to meet you too. British ?" she asked noticing his accent
Sark smirked. "Ireland" he answered releasing her hand
He had also taken in his new partner and made the conclusion that she looked much older than she really was and looked far more beautiful than her age should allow.
"I'll give you some space to get to know each other. After all, your lifes will depend on the other from this moment." Irina said while leaving
END FLASHBACK
"We became a wonderful team, every mission we went on was a succes. Mom was so proud" Sofya mocked
"Like me and Vaughn" Sydney said softly, more to herself than to her sister
"Me and Sark are nothing like you and Agent Vaughn. Especially because there is no me and Sark. We're not in a relationship Sydney, we don't have an attachement"
"But you're sleeping together" Sydney finished
Sofya didn't answer her statement because memories flooded into her mind and she couldn't help but become lost in them.
FLASHBACK
26th of october 2000, Berlin
Sofya was pointing a gun at the director of McAfee Computer industries, demanding the software that they used to decode e-mails. Sark was at her side, looking rather calm at the shaking man.
"I would tell her where we can find the technologie, mr McAfee. You won't like it when she gets pissed off" he said with a hint of amusement
Sark had noticed that she wasn't herself today, she was moody and the sexual tension that was always present between them was replaced by a cold and distant Sofya. They had been partners for three years now and he couldn't find an explanation for her behavior
"I'm losing my patience, mr McAfee" Sofya said cold
McAfee supressed a sob. "Down the hall, there is a box and the combination to open the lock is 9054. The disk you're after is in there"
Sofya shot him twice before walking out of the door. Sark followed her. "Now that was uncalled for, he told us what we wanted to know"
Sofya didn't even smile as she used to, she just stopped at the object that McAfee told them about. Sark looked at her puzzeled
"What is wrong Sofya ? You haven't been your perky self today"
Sofya gave him a death glare before typing the combination of the lock into the computer. As soon as she opened up the box, the alarm went off in the building. Sofya swore a Russian curse.
"He tricked us, now I'm glad you killed him" Sark said before pulling her with him down the corridor
They took out their guns and shot at the guards that appeared from the elevator. They quickly made it to the entrance of the buiding but before they could leave in Sarks car, one shot of the guards was effective and made his way into Sofya's thigh. She gasped out of pain and Sark shot the guard that had shot her. Then they speeded away.
Sark carried her into their hotel room. Luckily, no one had been down at the reception so that they could've been questioned about Sofya's condition. He put her down on the bed and took the bottle of vodka they had bought on their way to the hotel. He opened it and was about to pour it over her wound when she took the bottle out of his hands.
"Wait" she whispered before taking deep gulps from the bottle. It was half-empty before she returned it.
Sark smiled. "A true Russian"
Sofya bit her lip as she prepared herself for the pain that would come. In one movement, Sark emptied the remaining half on her thigh. She didn't scream or even moan in pain, but took a few deep breaths to control the pain. Then she heard Sark lit a match, she opened her eyes in shock.
"I'm sorry love but this will help to close the wound" he said
He took her hand in his and pressed a kiss on it. Sofya tried to relax and took a firm grip on his hand. She nodded slightly and Sark dropped the match on her wound.
This time she did scream, the fire closed the wound as he told it would but it felt like dying, not that she wouldn't welcome death at this moment but there were more pleasant ways than burning alive.
Once the wound was completely closed, Sark put a bandage around it and began to undress her.
"What are you doing ?" she whispered
"Undressing you for bed love" he answered
She slapped his hands away. "I am quite capable of doing that myself"
Sark sighed and walked away from the bed, he watched as she carefully stripped her white leather top hissing in pain. After removing her pants, she put on her grey nightgown and got under the covers.
Sark also got into the bed a few minutes later, they had always shared a bed so it wasn't a problem now but he still felt the coldness and hoped that a goodnight rest would do her good.
Sark awoke in the middle of the night because of someone was crying. He was shocked to discover that it was Sofya who was quietly sobbing. Never in their partnership had he seen Sofya cry, hell he hadn't even seen her sad. He turned to her side and touched her shoulder.
"Love ? Are you alright ?" he asked softly
Sofya cursed herself the minute she felt his touch, he wasn't supposed to see her like this, like a foolish emotional girl who cried over everything. She nodded slightly and tried to calm herself down.
"Just tell me, you'll feel better"
She wasn't so sure about that but maybe she would. Maybe if she said it once, she could accept it and deal with it. She took a deep breath.
"It's my birthday today", she whispered, "Eightteen"
Sark looked confused, why would she cry over something like that ? It was just a stupid day, not something you get emotional over because nobody gave you a present or a card and especially not Sofya. He had seen her do horrible things without blinking an eye.
"Three years of living this life, twelve years of emotional deattachement, never a kind word, a loving word. I never chose this life, I never wanted it, I never wanted to become like my mother and now I am her. I've done just as horrible things as she did and I'm sick of it. I turned eightteen today and she didn't even call, what kind of a mother does that ? Turning her child into a monster and then leaving her by herself with no one to rely on or to trust, just because it might kill you" Sofya's voice was louder now and angry
"You're not a monster Sofya, and you're not alone" Sark said softly
She turned her head towards him. "How can you say that ? You're Julian Sark ,you don't do attachement if I did anything to piss you off you wouldn't hesitate to shoot me"
Sark laughed. "You're right dear but I have no intentions of killing you anytime soon. You're a beautiful, strong and dangerous woman, you don't take shit from anybody and that's what makes me think of you as a companion, a partner…a soulmate"
Sofya thought about his words and realised he didn't mean the last in the corny, cliché kinda way but as a deeper meaning. It was true they were a lot alike and Sofya didn't deny she found him extremly attractive. And then, in one swift movement, she pressed her lips on his in a hungry desperate kiss.
Sark responded immediately to her kiss, licking her bottomlip asking for entrance to her mouth. She allowed it rather quickly and let her tongue duel with his, this was her first kiss, she never had the time to consider a boyfriend and even if she had every boy would run like hell once he found out what her family was like, what she was like.
She broke the kiss when she felt Sarks hands push the strap from her nightgown off her shoulder. Sark didn't stop though now that he've had a taste of her, he wanted to taste everything: her sweet mouth, her smooth skin, he couldn't stop. He kissed his way down her neck showering it with kisses, Sofya moaned and this encouraged him even more.
Hours later, they layed totally spent in each others arms. Sofya was still panting heavily, her virginity gone forever. In her dreams, she had always imagined Sark to be an agressive lover, full of fire and passion. But he had been so gentle with her and loving that she at one point thought that it wasn't Julian Sark who was taking away her innocence. In the back of her mind, a voice told her that he had been so gentle because he had known it was her first time. When he had finally penetrated her, after many minutes of teasing, he had stopped as she had cried out from the pain his invasion caused. Her climax had been so powerful that she had almost passed out from the intensity of it.
She turned her head towards him and saw him just being as blown away by their union as she was. No words had been exchanged during the act, neither had felt the urge to speak and even now they didn't feel it. They knew their partnership had taken a new level and neither felt any remorse or regret. Sark bend down his head to kiss her on the lips. The exhaustion they both felt was taking over and after their gentle kiss, they both gave in.
END FLASHBACK
"Sofya ?"
Sofya snapped out of her memory's and looked her sister in the eye, irritation easily seen on her face. "Yes ?"
"We're landing in Italy in a few moments" Sydney replied
Jack and Vaughn also came to their seats, Jack with cuffs in his hands. Sofya looked a bit amused.
"My cover will be easily blown wearing that Agent Bristow, I am not known being that kinky" she said with a smirk
Jack decided not to react on her comment and threw the cuffs on the table next to them. He looked her straight in the eye.
"If you do anything that compromises this mission, I will kill you" he said coldly
Now Sofya wasn't amused but looked as cold as him. "I do not doubt that"
They all got off the plane and went to the car that the CIA has arranged for them, Sofya gave Jack the directions of the nightclub that Frocelli owned and quickly made up a cover story in her head for Frocelli about her guests.
Please read and review because I only got one review for the two last chapters. But anyway hope you like this one with the beginning of the 'relationship' of Sofya and Sark. There's going to be some Sofya/Jack in the next chapters, he's going to be cold for maybe three or four more chapters. And also, I'm not going to update in a while with the exams going on. Sorry !