Chapter 4: Undeniable
"You don't have to go, you know," Sydney coaxed as she leaned against Vaughn's desk, arms crossed over her chest.
"Syd, come on. How often do you and I go on separate missions?" he asked, turning and looking over at her from where his hands were shoving folders filled to the brim with papers into his briefcase.
"Hardly ever," she grumbled, looking down to her shoes as she tilted her foot up and ground her heel into the floor.
"It's only two weeks," he started only to be interrupted by the young pouting woman.
"Yeah, two weeks of an extremely dangerous mission that could get you killed," she countered, her voice low as her eyes kept their focus on the speckled gray floor of the JTF. "Why wasn't I tasked to go with you?"
"Syd, I can take care of myself, you know this," pausing and taking a furtive glance around the room, he pulled her into their own corner. "What is this really about?"
"Vaughn, we just started dating, and I don't want all of this to be ruined. It's not like I've had a great track record with guys - you know that. I…I just don't want to know what it was like for you when I went out on missions," she admitted, seeing his eyes crinkle with a smile.
"That constant fear of not knowing what's happening?" he asked, finishing her sentence.
"Yeah," she muttered, her arms still crossed defensively over her stomach. She felt his hands grasp her elbows and pull her close, finally releasing her arms to wrap around his shoulders. "I'll miss you," she smiled and breathed in his unique scent, her nose pressed against his neck.
"Hey, I'm coming back; you have to know that by now. We didn't fight so long just to have me die on some meaningless op," he grinned and pulled back, seeing the faint edge of tears in her eyes. "Syd, don't cry, okay? There's nothing to be worried about. I've got Weiss as backup," he promised, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek tenderly as she let out a small laugh.
"Oh, yeah, that's reassuring," she mocked, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his mouth, her tongue tracing the line of his upper lip momentarily before pulling back. "Be safe."
"I will," he promised, turning and leaving her in their little hideaway.
She watched him walk away, gathering his things up from his desk before she left the room and ran headlong into Weiss.
"God, Syd, sorry. Totally wasn't looking where I was going," he apologized with a quick smile, bending down to pick up his Mission Folder from where it had landed on the floor. "See ya when we get back," he grinned and turned to follow Vaughn to Marshall's office for Op Tech gear.
"Hey, Eric?"
"Uh-oh, first name," he joked, but past the smile on his face she saw the seriousness in his eyes.
"Can you keep him safe for me?"
"Syd, I'm the one that got shot in the neck last time. You might ask him to protect me," Weiss tried to brush aside her favor, chalking it up to nerves on her part, but the pleading look she managed to squeeze from her doe-like eyes went straight to his heart.
Setting a comforting hand to her shoulder, he winked and went into Marshall's office. She'd retreated to her desk, determined to try and get something done, but not ten minutes had passed before a small message had appeared on her screen.
- Zone 4, forty seconds. I'm counting. -
A grin spread across her face as she stood, trying to keep her excitement at bay before walking calmly toward a back hallway. They'd named this secret little spot Zone Four because it was the fourth storage room in a line of six. Miscellaneous items filled the shelves in troves; neither one of them could muster enough courage to admit to having sex in a janitors closet, so giving it a new name seemed only proper.
Zone Four had seen plenty of action over the last few months, and as she moved closer to the door – which was ajar – she couldn't help but feel the anticipation pool between her legs.
She opened the door, stepped into the closet, and closed it securely behind her. Before it even had a chance to latch she felt his arms wrap around her waist, his hands splaying across her flat stomach as they skirted underneath the dark blazer. He let out a disappointed grunt when he found that her blouse was tucked into the top of her skirt and she couldn't help but laugh.
She tried to turn in his arms, but his constant grip on her waist kept her facing away from him. With an exasperated sigh she reached her arms back and ran one across his cheek while the other cupped the back of his head, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
As his hands undid the buttons of her blouse, leaving it tucked firmly in the top of her skirt, he slid the blazer from her shoulders and pulled back far enough for it to land on his feet between them.
"I've only got ten minutes, so we'd better not play around," he spoke into her ear, his low voice making her tremble against him with hardly contained eagerness. "As much as I'd like to."
She could hear the regret in his voice and smiled, though she knew he couldn't see it in the darkness of the room. Managing to turn in his arms, she moved backwards until her thighs bumped into the edge of the stack of crates in the corner. Using the top one as leverage, she hoisted herself up and through the dim light underneath the door – and her adjusting eyes – she saw his silhouette and reached out for him.
He found her hand and guided his body between her open legs. "I'm glad you wore a skirt today," he smiled, leaning forward and reaching his hands into the gaping openness of Syd's blouse to feel her beneath his palms. The muscles of her firm stomach jumped when his hands caressed her soft skin, her moan being cut short as his mouth fastened over hers.
Though the closet wasn't as comfortable as some of the places they'd had sex in, the seclusion and privacy – especially at work – made it ideal. His hands drifted down, pulling the shirt from her waistband before running down her bent thighs, her legs instantly wrapping around his hips and locking behind his backside.
His tongue thrust up into her mouth as her hands skimmed over his fully clothed chest and down to his tenting trousers. Wasting no time in undoing the zipper, she reached her hand in and found the hole at the front of his boxers. Gripping his cock and fisting two or three times, he couldn't help but push up into her hand with a few small thrusts.
He reached up behind her, his hand sliding underneath her ass to pull her closer to the edge of the crate, one hand sliding between her outstretched legs to find her wet and ready. Sliding her panties aside and inserting his tongue in her mouth, he pushed quickly into her warmth.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion in both ends of her body, her fingers tangling through his hair as he pulled back and slammed to the hilt into her warm channel. The pace was quick and frenzied, and he desperately tried to ignore his watch when it beeped, indicating that their time together was spent before either of them were.
Her hand reached down between them, fingers spreading around his pumping cock as he gasped against her light touch. Moving north, her fingers began to play with her clit as he tilted his head down, wishing he could see exactly what she was doing to herself. Her other hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him up to her mouth, their lips clashing as her walls began to tighten around his shaft, squeezing him in preparation for their impending climaxes.
Their mouths parted with a smack and he groaned against her lips as her fingers moved from their clutched position at the back of his neck to his shoulders, the fingers of her other hand moving from her own pleasure center to a splayed position against his taut lower stomach. Her nails scratched back and forth, caressing the sprinkling of hair on his abdomen as her body convulsed around his, pulling his orgasm from his body in hot spurts.
"God, Michael," she groaned, burying her face into his throat and nibbling at his moist skin, his body leaning heavily against hers as his watch went off once more.
"Just in time?" Sydney giggled breathlessly, pulling back and looking down at him.
"Actually it went off about five minutes ago, I just ignored it." He smiled, leaning in to brush a kiss to her swollen mouth before pressing the button to make the incessant noise stop.
"You're late," she mumbled, feeling him soften in her body and already regretting that their coupling was over.
"Yeah, sure am," he conceded, pulling her close for another quick – yet wet – kiss before moving away and tackling the task of fixing his clothing in the poor, if not complete lack of, light that filtered into the small room.
They quickly buttoned all their buttons, zipped the zippers, Vaughn feeling Sydney's hands dive into his coat pocket and depositing something before she opened the door to the hallway and sauntered out, blowing him a kiss and a wink as he quickly tried to adjust his belt and holster.
Feeling the lump against his side, his curiosity got the better of him until he heard her shout, "Don't look 'till you're on the plane. It's a surprise!" He sighed and brought his hand back down from its position above said pocket.
Two hours later, sitting with Eric on a stuffy CIA jet, he found himself pouring over papers of their mission.
"Dude, where did you go after tech op? You just disappeared," Eric asked without looking up from his reading, both of their jackets cast aside as they sat comfortably in their button up shirts.
"I went to say goodbye to Syd," he spoke cryptically.
"For twelve and a half minutes?" Again, there's no look on Eric's face, not even one of feigned ignorance.
"Wait, you timed us? I mean…me? Y-you timed me?" Vaughn finally broke the paper-work-stare-down to look up at his friend with a curious and annoyed gaze.
"Look, I've kept your little Zone 4 a secret, but if you and Syd keep leaving the messages up on your computer screens, all the wrong people are gonna start getting suspicious." Looking briefly over at his friend and fixing him with a small smirk, Weiss dipped back down into his paperwork, propping his head up with his hand.
Vaughn just let out a frustrated sigh, though a small smirk made his lips twitch as he thought back to the feeling of Sydney around him in their secret janitor's closet.
"I thought you'd made a pact never to have sex in a closet after what happened last time," Weiss' voice made him jump back into the present as he looked over at his friend with a large smile.
"That's why we renamed it 'Zone 4,'" Vaughn replied.
"Oh, like that makes a difference," Eric growled, and again their bickering was directed at the folders and files rather than at each other. The dim light flickered as the plane hit some turbulence, but evened out after a few seconds of small jaunts and jolts. "Was it good?"
"Was what good?" Vaughn asked, keeping a monotone voice to avoid further inquiry.
"C'mon, man, I live vicariously through you – you know that. Hell, if I was the one gettin' laid in a janitor's closet-"
"Zone 4," Vaughn interrupted.
"Whatever; I'd be shoutin' it so the world could hear."
"Yeah, well – fortunately for the world, you're not 'getting laid in a janitor's closet.'" Using the hand-quotes as punctuation, the friends mutually frowned at one another, Eric's set in a goofy death glare – possibly intent on mimicking Jack Bristow – and Vaughn's held a certain amount of humor behind his cocky smirk and raised eyebrows.
"So you're not gonna tell me anything?" Weiss whined, Vaughn's laugh echoing through the fuselage.
"It was sex with Sydney; how could it not be great? Happy now?"
"No," Eric growled, reaching out for another folder with a huff.
"You gonna throw a fit?" Michael questioned, his eyes scanning the page and flipping it, merely one more done out of an additional fifty in waiting.
"Maybe," Eric drew the word out.
"Oh shit!" Vaughn exclaimed, setting his pen down and rifling around through his trousers to locate something.
"What?" Eric asked, setting his things down, concern etched across his face.
"Donovan! I completely forgot to ask Syd if she'd feed him for me," he fumbled around some more before remembering that his phone was tucked away in his jacket. "Can you grab my phone for me? It's in the inside pocket of my jacket."
"Sure," Weiss turned, lifting Vaughn's coat as he stuck his hand into the pocket. A look of complete surprise crossed his face, a wide smile following as he felt rumpled silk against his fingertips.
"You sure your phone's in here?" he asked as Vaughn stood, searching through his pockets once more.
"It has to be, unless I left it sitting on my desk," he growled, seeing Eric pull a lacy pair of white and pink panties from his coat. Pure humiliation crossed his face as Weiss swayed them back and forth.
"Looks like someone kept a memento from his romp in the JC," Weiss smirked.
"Dammit, Weiss, give me those," he reached out, Eric jumping from the seat and taunting him from the middle of the aisle.
"Oooh, look-ee-here! I see London; I see France!"
"Have you two suddenly reverted back to elementary school?" Jack Bristow's booming voice filled the air as both men focused on the Senior Agent as he stood at the front of the plane. "I'll pretend I never saw those, Agent Vaughn, if you get them out of Mr. Weiss' hands immediately," he ordered before turning and making his way back to the closed off front of the plane.
"Damn you, Eric," Vaughn snarled, snatching the panties from Weiss's hands as his larger friend chuckled, handing Vaughn his cell phone and getting back to work.
"Don't blame me, man, it's Sydney's fault. At least it wasn't Jack that found 'em," he defended himself as Vaughn made his way to the back of the plane to call his aforementioned significant other.
After two rings she answered breathless. "Bristow."
"You know, I kinda wish you'd warned me about the panties in the pocket before I asked Weiss to find my cell phone," Vaughn's clearly disgruntled voice made her smile, despite his previous statement.
"Well, maybe you should have thought twice about accepting a two week mission to Russia," she deadpanned and leaned against a tree to catch her breath.
"Where are you?" though filled with static, his question came through.
"Just out for a run, you?" she asked, stretching her legs a bit to keep the muscles warm.
"Just got yelled at by your father for Eric flashing your undies in the fuselage of the plane," he told her.
"Oh my God…did…did my dad-"
"Oh yeah, and he was mighty pissed. But I suppose it serves you right. Though I'm sure I'll be the one to get punished for your little sleight-of-hand. Anyway - getting off the subject of your father catching me with your panties in my coat pocket – I need to ask you a favor," he changed the subject.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Can you feed Donovan for me? He's my dog, and I kinda forgot about him in the rush to leave," he asked with a small smile on his face as Eric made kissy-faces at him as he knelt over the back of his chair. Flipping him off Vaughn turned away and ducked into the small lavatory, closing the door behind him.
She paused, a brilliant smile plastering her face. "Sure, but…Vaughn I don't have a key,"
"Well, this was gonna be a surprise, but in my drawer – toward the bottom – you'll see a little gift-wrapped box. Don't open the box," he ordered, his eyes narrowing. "Promise me you won't open it, it's your birthday present,"
"Good God, Vaughn, my birthday isn't for another month," she chastised, though butterflies danced through her stomach at the thought of Vaughn finding her gift early because he couldn't wait.
"Swear to me-"
"Vaughn, you're acting like a little kid," she laughed at him.
"Promise me, Syd," he said again.
"Okay; alright! I promise I won't look in the box!"
"Okay. Open up the card and inside you should find a key to my apartment. Which is half the surprise, but oh well. I kinda need my dog to be fed over the next two weeks," he grinned, hearing her soft laugh over the phone.
"Okay. What do I feed him and where is it?"
"It's in the kitchen, three cabinets to the left and under the sink. A can of the wet stuff then half a can of the dry stuff. Half a can only, I don't wanna come home to a fat dog," he grumbled, hearing Eric's muffled "asshole" from the other room.
"Promise. No fat dog, and no present peeking."
"Okay, I gotta go. I'll call you soon, okay?"
"Okay," she replied.
"Oh, and Sydney," he paused, knowing she was still there.
"Yeah?"
"Tonight your panties and I are gonna have a little interlude of our own, and I promise I'll be thinking of you when I jack off," he heard her intake of breath, knowing that ever since she'd found him pleasuring himself the night she'd come home early from a mission, it had been something that completely turned her on. "Just to let you know."
"You son of a-" Was all he heard as he hung up the phone with a chuckle, walking back to the table where Eric continued to mock him about the closet.
Sydney walked into Vaughn's apartment intent on looking through every book, magazine, and/or photo album to her satisfaction. She'd never been there before, but she felt as if she knew exactly where everything was because she knew him. Closing the door behind her she heard a low rumbled growl from the dark foyer.
"Oh great," she mumbled, trying in vain to search out a light. "Vaughn, your dog better not be a man-eater or it's over," she muttered to herself, feeling a set of teeth bite into her bare calf. She yelped and jumped away before finding the light and flipping it on to show a small – and slightly overweight – bulldog glaring over at her, his little pointy teeth showing up behind his floppy lips.
"Donovan, I'm here to feed you!" she grumbled seeing a few little puncture points begin to dribble blood. "You hungry?"
His floppy ears perked up as much as they could, and he became an instant best friend to the young woman. She squatted down as he moved forward into her body, jumping up and licking at her face as she laughed and stood, moving into the kitchen.
Rummaging around and finding everything she needed to feed to Donovan, he stood in the kitchen gobbling up his dinner as she walked over to the impressive bookcase. He had almost everything she did in her reading arsenal and she smiled while touching several of the hard backed books she hadn't yet acquired.
Reaching the mantle over the faux fireplace, she started on the left and made her way picture by picture. Most of the people showed she didn't know, but she was pretty sure that one was him and his mother – he looked relatively the same so it had to be a recent one – and next to that with a small candle in front of it was a picture of William Vaughn. He was wearing his uniform, though that was the only professional air around him. In his arms was a smiling little boy that she guessed to be around six years old. His front top tooth was missing, leaving a large gap that was easy to spot.
His shining green eyes and tiny dimpled chin made Sydney smile sadly at the framed photo, knowing the outcome of that particular story. Moving on, she laughed aloud at a funny picture of Weiss and Vaughn in a fight on the ice. Eric had Vaughn pinned to the cold floor of the rink, his fist poised above the sandy blonde head as Michael reached out to stop him from pummeling him in the face.
Someone must have called out because Weiss had looked up from what he was doing in time to smile his patented goofball smile in the middle of his beat-down.
There was one serious picture of the two of them at what she assumed to be Langley, decked out in fine suits with a rigid posture, saluting the American flag.
Finally, at the end, she recognized her own smiling face and remembered when Vaughn had taken the picture. She'd been sitting at her desk all night working on something for Kendall – intel her mother had acquired – and since the large bald man figured that she was the best in the office to deal with anything that came from Irina Derevko's mouth, she was automatically tasked to the job.
Meaning she had to miss a dinner-date with Vaughn. She'd called to let him know, as well as apologize, and heard the disappointment in his voice when he reassured her that they'd find some other time to have a real date. He'd shown up two hours later with a small rose, finding her at her desk rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The moment he'd called her name she'd smiled and turned to look over at him, her chin propped up in her hand.
The flash went off and he snapped the picture with a grin before handing her the rose and kissing her forehead, sneakily setting a sandwich in front of her.
" I just figured that we could have our date here," he explained.
She smiled at the memory and moved on, seeing Donovan finished with his dinner and lying in the middle of the linoleum floor on his back, his legs spread out and his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
'I wonder where his room is,' she thought quickly, and small smile forming at her lips. Walking down the hallway she found it easily. The large, king-sized bed was in the middle of the room, and though it wasn't anything fancy or even what you could call stylish, his room – in addition to his entire apartment – was completely Vaughn. Everything he had in the relatively large space accented his personality to a tee, and she decided that even if she was given the chance she wouldn't change a thing.
She snooped around a bit before sitting on the edge of the large bed as her phone rang from her pocket.
*Vaughn*
The name blinked at her and she smiled, pushing the call button.
"Your dog bit me," she answered instead of her usual hello.
"He did? Well, that's not like him. What did you do, kick him?" Vaughn asked with a chuckle, though concern was evident in his voice.
"Nope. Just walked in and heard him growl," the muttered, falling back onto the soft bed beneath her. "Bit my leg before I turned the light on. I mentioned food, however, and suddenly we're best friends."
"Well, you'll live. Where are you now?" he questioned, stretching out on one of the extended chairs in the plane, Weiss' snoring echoing off of the walls.
"I'm still at your place. I snooped around a bit, hope you don't mind," she told him casually.
"Nah. Find anything interesting?"
"Nah," she copied, standing and making her way from his room back out to the living area, Donovan still sprawled out on the floor. "I don't know what you were worried about, anyway."
"What do you mean?" he frowned, closing his eyes as the wrinkles popped out on his forehead.
"He's already fat. I don't think me overfeeding him will make have much of an impact," she laughed.
"Ha, ha, very funny. You have any plans tonight?"
"Nope. Just by myself, all alone in my apartment," she left off suggestively, an idea forming in her head. "As lame as it is I'll probably just go home and go to bed."
"Well, I'll let you go. I need to find some ear plugs or figure out some way to make Weiss' snoring stop," Vaughn grumbled, looking over at his friend as he reclined in his seat, his mouth hanging open permitting the abrasive grunts and snorts to leave between his lips.
"Okay. Be safe and call me when you land," she smiled into the phone, even though he couldn't see it.
"Promise." He clicked the end button, snuggling deeper into the leather cushions to try and find some rest, settling his phone on his chest in case she called him before drifting to sleep.
Sydney hung up the phone with a sly smile while moving back around the end of the couch, reaching his bedroom in a matter of seconds. Moving toward the digital camera she'd seen sitting on his desk, she set it up on the edge, pointing toward the bed. Tilting the small screen up, she smiled wide when the perfect angle appeared. Setting the camera to take a picture every ten seconds, she readied it and then moved around to sit on the bed.
"Jack to this, big guy," she grinned, the first flash going off as her fingers began to lift up the hem of her t-shirt.
Vaughn awoke groggily at a vibrating sensation on his chest and looked down at his phone reproachfully. It wasn't a ring, merely a text message, and he opened it slowly in an effort to force his brain to remember which buttons to push.
SYDNEY: Your bed is comfy
Was all it said, and he confirmed that the message was indeed from Sydney. A surge of excitement went straight from his heart to his cock as he re-read the words carefully.
'She's in my bed. She's sleeping in my bed,' he thought to himself as he broke into a full-on grin.
Sitting up completely, he fumbled around for a few minutes trying to send a message back.
YOU: Wht r u doing in my bed
Not the best grammar or punctuation, but he didn't care. The only tangible thought going through his head was, 'Is she naked?' His phone buzzed back, her message coming up with a quick push of the button.
SYDNEY: Resting
"Well that's cryptic," he whispered to himself, keeping his voice low to keep from waking Weiss.
YOU: I thot u were going home
A few seconds passed before she answered back.
SYDNEY: Your bed seemed comfyr
YOU: Bad grammr frm the Eng major
SYDNEY: Bite me
YOU: ok
After a long interlude in their texting conversation, her message showed up.
SYDNEY: I'm gonna go. Do you have wireless internet up there?
YOU: think so. Y
SYDNEY: You should check your email
YOU: k. Syd u can sty there if u want
SYDNEY: I know. Nite
YOU: nite
Vaughn stood after pocketing his cell phone, apprehension and bit of excitement filling him as he walked over to the table where the laptop sat and grabbed it quickly. Sneaking it back to his seat he opened the lid quickly. After three desperate attempts at typing in the correct password, he managed to get to the main screen.
"Wait…which one?" he wondered aloud, grabbing his cell from his pocket and leaving her a quick message.
YOU: whch 1
Vaughn waited for a couple minutes, thinking that maybe she'd turned off her phone and slipped back into his bed for a night of rest. He could check both, but the security of checking his work e-mail was a pain to get past.
SYDNEY: ours
He grinned, connecting the wireless internet and typing in the address to Yahoo!™.
A few seconds later, BoyScout1 logged in and read the wonderful note that said You have 2 new messages.
Opening the mailbox quickly, he clicked on the first one, noticing that the second had several large attachments.
BoyScoutsGirlScout
Sweet dreams, Vaughn.
Love, Syd
That was the entire message. Deleting it quickly, he opened the next and clicked attachment 1 of 20. 'Damn, what the hell are you up to, Syd,' he wondered as the picture loaded on his screen.
It was just an ordinary picture of her, sitting on the edge of his bed with a small smile, wearing his favorite green t-shirt. She'd asked him once why it was his favorite, and he merely replied that it wasn't long enough and he enjoyed the sight of her belly button playing peek-a-boo with him.
She was in a pair of khaki shorts that fell a little above the middle of the thighs, though the way she was sitting on the bed forced the material up a bit higher. It was a cute picture but he briefly wondered what else she had in store for him.
Opening the next picture, it showed her lifting her shirt up, her entire stomach being shown. He'd already studied each defined abdominal muscle, but that didn't mean that his hands weren't itching to fondle the screen in front of him. His plane ride just got a whole lot more interesting.
Finally, in the fifth picture, she was perched on the edge of his bed in nothing but her shorts, her fingers massaging her breasts lightly, the dark nipples sticking out from between her pointer and middle fingers. The tightness against his zipper was almost unbearable, but he knew he couldn't just whip it out in the middle of the flight.
'Think of what Weiss would say. Or worse – Jack Bristow. He'd shoot me in the face,' Vaughn thought, his hand periodically slipping down to rub at the bulge in his trousers, moving to the next picture.
Number eight was interesting. Striking a pose that she had to have learned from a mission in a strip club, her fingers had moved from her breasts to her stomach, then finally to the waistband of her shorts.
Number eight: The top button.
Number nine: The zipper.
Number ten: the shorts around her ankles.
No panties. None. His cock twitched, begging to be set free as he looked over at his discarded coat where he knew her panties were safely tucked away before turning back to the screen.
It was then that he came across page eleven - his favorite so far. A completely naked Sydney Bristow lounging on his bed. The angle of the camera had changed a little bit and the zoom had definitely been used. He could still see his comforter of course, but there was unquestionably more skin than cloth in the shot. It was very erotic.
Leaving that window open he clicked on the next picture, his heart slamming to a near stop against his rib cage and his trousers become slightly moist with a sudden spurt of liquid from the tip of his erection into the soft yet tight material of his pants.
Sydney had positioned herself with her back against his headboard, one leg lying flat on the bed and the other pulled up with her heel resting against her backside, her knee jutting up to lean alongside her arm. As much as he enjoyed her legs, they weren't entirely what his eyes had been drawn to. While one hand was occupied with her breasts, paying close attention to her taut, perky nipples, the other had meandered down toward her soft, exposed mound.
Her first and ring finger had spread her outer lips apart, showing the camera the pink interior of her folds.
Flipping quickly to the next picture, she was much in the same position except that her eyes were closed, and her sweet pouted lips were in a tight circle, and her two first fingers were obviously massaging her clit.
"Oh, God-" he groaned as he opened the next and saw her fingers glistening in the dim light of his bedroom from the pooling wetness between her legs.
"Vaughn? You okay?" Weiss' voice broke through the haze that was his mind. Closing the pictures and quickly slamming the lid to the laptop closed, he stood abruptly and jogged for the bathroom.
"Eric, you open that up and I'll kill you," he growled with a turn, catching a curious Weiss making his way over to where he'd been sitting before. His friend held up his hands in defense, backing up to where he'd been seated and flopped down into his recently abandoned chair as Vaughn closed and locked the door of the restroom.
His hands immediately went to his tented dress pants to relieve the pressure building up in his lower half. Yanking the zipper down - ignoring button and belt - his erection popped out from the new opening to slap against his stomach. Hastily grabbing the shaft in one hand, the other reaching down to squeeze at his taut balls, Vaughn began the age-old pumping rhythm.
His hips bucked up to meet his hand, and a solid yank down mixed with a pinch to his sensitive tip made his orgasm explode; biting his tongue to hold in his groan. It wasn't until he calmed his breathing down and found his heartbeat before opening his eyes and realizing that he'd made a complete mess of the sink, the wall, and the mirror in front of him.
"Damn it," he growled, grabbing a hunk of toilet paper and cleaning off his hands and wilting member. After shoving himself back into his still moist trousers, he set off with a paper towel and cleaned up the aftermath of Sydney's e-mailing session.
'You're gonna get it, Syd. You don't even know how much you're gonna get it,' he thought before running the sink and splashing some cold water onto his lap, letting out a loud curse before walking from the restroom.
"Watch out, that sink will get ya," he grumbled, using a fresh towel to try and dry his pants.
"Yeah, I can see that." Weiss grinned, leaning back against the headrest as Vaughn reopened the laptop and closed everything, making sure to leave Sydney's revealing e-mail in the saved folder and shutting everything down.
"By the way," Eric grumbled from his half-asleep position on the other side of the plane.
"What?" Vaughn grunted, more of a statement as he settled back onto the long couch.
"I didn't know Syd was that naughty."
"Jackass!" Vaughn snarled, jumping from his seat and tackling his friend in his chair, Eric's mocking laughter filling the air as they continued the flight toward the longest two weeks of Michael Vaughn's life.
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