A/N: I've had a particularly rough couple of months that hit me in my heart, and I lost some motivation to write (or do anything, honestly). Some good friends brought me up and told me to "go write random smut", so here we are. Let's break some records, shall we?
Chapter 13: Record
The pair fell to the couch in rumpled business casual, exhausted from nearly twenty-four hours of travel across the planet. Their muscles were sore and aching from running, fighting, and sitting off and on in uncomfortable coach-class airplane seats.
"I'm not doing anything important for the rest of the day, and nothing can change that," Sydney grumbled, Vaughn grunting in agreement.
Each heaved a frustrated groan when her phone immediately rang in her purse, his chiming from his pocket a moment later.
"Come on," he growled and palmed the singing device, Kendall in bright letters flashing on the screen.
"No," Sydney huffed, and she leaned forward to dig through her purse. Turning it off, she chucked it back in with the other contents and stood, leaving the bag at the end of the couch.
"We can't just...turn off our phones."
A harsh, "ha," left her throat as her fingers undid the buttons of the blazer before sliding it from her shoulders, and she tossed it to the back of the couch heading out of the room.
"Watch me," she challenged, her hands pulling the button-up shirt from where it was tucked into her waistband. "You should too."
Vaughn shook his head. "They know where we live, Sydney." Leaning forward with elbows on his knees, he craned his neck to watch her retreating back, her hand pulling at the ponytail to shake loose the chestnut locks.
Turning before the entrance to the bedroom she peered down the brightly lit hallway, the late evening sun shining through the west-facing window of the secondary room to her left. Her hands hovered as they undid the buttons from top to bottom.
"Then Kendall can drive over here and knock on the door, which I'm not going to answer. I'm going to climb into a hot bath if you want to join me."
Michael was at odds with his conscience. Did he want to power down his cell and join her for who knows how many hours without work being able to get a hold of them? Yes. Yes, he did. Could he? Should they?
Her voice taunted down the hall from the master bedroom, "come on, Boy Scout, break the rules a bit. They've literally had us running non-stop for over a day. They owe us a break."
It wasn't like he didn't agree. Despite the fact that they'd had two separate flights and had slept the majority of both, he was tired just from the sheer number of hours without a familiar bed. The four hours at the hotel where they'd passed out in their clothes above the blankets didn't count.
'But are you too tired to take a bath with Sydney?'
His thumbs hovered over the button, the option on the screen popping up to power down the device. The water kicked through the pipes from the other end of the apartment and made his heart beat a bit faster. Looking back down to the phone, his thumb still hovered over the button.
"Michael," her voice pulled his attention back to the hallway where she stood clad only in a bra and panties, simple black cotton fringed with lace. Her hands were corralling the wayward locks of her hair into a bun at the top of her head, a few tresses disobeying and hanging from the clip in defiance. The effort bounced her breasts behind the cups and his eyes swept down her toned abdomen and thighs before moving back up as she secured the hair to the top of her head.
"Cheater," he accused, and her dimpled smile served as a response.
His thumb hit the button before his brain could try and convince him otherwise, and he tossed the phone next to her bag before standing. Fingers quickly undid the buttons of his blazer as his belt tightened around his waist above the growing bulge now straining the zipper, and his stride was purposeful as she disappeared through the door the moment her thumbs hooked the sides of the underwear inching the fabric down. The jacket hit the chair in the living room, probably - he didn't check after tossing it, and his fingers worked the loosening knot of the tie under his collar.
By the time he made it to the doorway of the bedroom, his shirt was wide open and his tie was hanging like two silk snakes on opposite sides of his chest. Lying on the padded carpet was the pair of underwear she'd stepped out of and the bra had been cast a few feet away closer to the bathroom entrance. The door was open and steam was beginning to fog the part of the mirror he could see.
As his hands hit his belt, he called out, "don't make it insanely hot or I'll die getting in."
She didn't respond verbally, but he did hear the turning of the faucet and assumed that colder water was being introduced to bring down the average boiling temperature that she enjoyed. Kicking the pants and boxers off in one fell swoop, he heard her relaxed sigh and the slosh of the water as she stepped into the large tub. It had been one of the reasons they'd picked this apartment. Insanely expensive for what he thought they were getting with regards to square footage, the way her eyes had lit up at the big bathroom with his and her sinks and the separate jet-styled tub and glass wall wrapped shower had sold them both.
Hovering in the doorway he took in her closed eyes as she stretched her legs out from her side, head against the suction-cup add-on plush bath pillow, another on the opposite side where he usually reclined. She'd lit a candle and warm lavender scents began to swirl and mix with the steam rising from the half-filled tub. They'd learned not to fill it too much after the first time they both stepped in and sloshed water over the wood-style laminate flooring, and a smile ticked the corner of his mouth upward at the memory of them unpacking every towel they owned to get it all mopped up.
"Are you going to stand there all night?" Her sultry voice pulled him from his memory to her purple-hued eyes, her hands splashing water up over her stomach and chest. Her gaze gave him a long once-over from top to bottom as his fingertips closed the bathroom door to keep the warmth trapped inside before he made his way over.
A hiss left his lips as the heat tingled the nerves in his feet and legs, the water hot despite her efforts at cooling. Sydney giggled at his scrunched face and hands balled into fists at his sides as every muscle in his body tensed.
Biting at her lower lip, "too hot?"
"Nah, it's...perfect," he grunted and slowly lowered into the water, everything loosening. An O formed on his lips as his nethers hit the surface, the extreme difference in temp from the air-conditioned room making him exhale as the erection throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Going all in, he sunk down opposite from her, sliding his legs to her right and reclining against the fiberglass. Closing his eyes he sighed into the air as his body began to loosen.
Despite the harsh introduction, he acclimated. It did feel delightful and relaxing, and his fingers danced over the skin of her shin down to her feet. Pinching the ball of her foot between his grip he dug in his thumb and she let out a satisfied moan.
Sydney cracked her eyes open and smiled at the lack of tension from his forehead to his chin. Gone were the worry lines that had been etched into his brow all day as well as the tautness of his mouth. His lips had a small curl and the lights from across the room above the mirrors bathed his tan skin in a warm glow. He hadn't shaved all day and the stubble cast a shadow on his jaw, cheeks, and chin, and she had a growing urge to feel that coarseness underneath her fingertips.
Sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip as his body temperature rose and she could feel the same happening at her neck. The two lounged, Vaughn with his eyes closed and head tilted back against the padding as his hand finished rubbing the sore spots of her feet, and Sydney soaking in every detail of him as he relaxed. Spinning the engagement ring around her finger with her thumb, the water making it easy to twist, she pulled her feet back and pushed up to kneel.
The moving water made him frown, but he kept his eyes closed while expressing his curiosity with a slight kink of the eyebrow. His smile grew when her legs straddled his and he felt her backside rest just above his knees on his thighs. Drips plopped into the water before raining over the exposed skin of his chest, and that sensation was followed by a wet finger tracing the line of his jaw. The touch made the muscles of his stomach jump more in anticipation than anything, and she felt his hands move to ghost against her calves.
"I'm really liking the stubble right now."
With his eyes still closed and his fingers swirling the hot water against her skin, "you hate the stubble because it chafes your skin."
The digit trailed a line along one side of his jaw to the other before heading back to stop in the middle and dip into the dimple of his chin. She dragged the edge of her fingernail south over the swallowing bump of his throat to where a small pool of drops collected between his collarbones.
"True," she granted. "But right now it's very sexy."
"Does this mean I could stop shaving for a little while?"
Her palm flattened against the center of his chest and she tilted forward to rub her nose against his as she nodded her head. "Maybe," her whisper brushed her mouth against his and the short stiffness tickled her lips.
Lifting his chin intending to catch her in a kiss, he frowned and cracked his eyes open when she pulled back staying just out of his reach. If he lifted his head he could easily snag her mouth, but if she wanted to play a little hard to get he wasn't going to stop her. He let his head flop back to the pad and his eyes slipped shut despite the wonton view on his lap, giving her complete control, something that had never let him down in the past.
Sydney brought her lips back to his, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and down to his chin before journeying to the other side as her free hand cupped his jaw, fingertips skimming the stubble. A soft sigh left his chest when her mouth settled over his, and he was overwhelmed by the soft fullness of her lips and the taste of the fruity chapstick that visually seemed long gone.
Their tongues swirled together, Sydney pulling back to rest her forehead against his as their breath mingled in quickened pants, "yeah...too scratchy," she said sullenly, though grinned as he chuckled a cooling breath across her cheeks and neck.
"Told ya."
"Yeah, yeah," she groused with a wide smile and caught his lips again, drinking his laughter.
Breaking for air he dragged his cheek along her jaw and skimmed his mouth against her throat, "you like it a little," he teased and rubbed the scruff of his chin deliberately against the junction of her shoulder and neck. A shiver ran down her spine at the rasp of both his voice and stubble, and the hand that was once planted against his chest slid up in a wet trail around to the back of his neck.
Sliding forward on his lap she felt his hardness press insistently against her stomach, the contact sending another bolt of excitement that trailed to her core. The moving water against their chests as they pressed together added to the friction, and she could feel his hands grip her thighs pulling her closer in an attempt to increase pressure against his need.
Pushing up on her knees, she hovered over him and caught his mouth. Using the movement of the water around and between them, she aligned his tip to her entrance. Their lips broke with a smack as they shared high and low groans as she slid down over him until he was as deep as he could go.
She set a slow pace, content to ride the waves of pleasure that were amplified by the shifting of the water in the tub. His head rested against the padding, his hands rubbing her back above and below the line of the water, and she could tell that he wanted to push and pull her over him but was holding back to let her have control.
The cresting wave was a constant ball of pressure low in her stomach with each slow slide against her G-spot, and she'd been teetering on the edge for a few minutes. A little extra speed or a harder thrust would send her toppling, but she was enjoying the euphoric moment where every nerve crackled before exploding in a shower of stars behind closed-tight eyelids.
"Let go, Syd," he said low in his chest, confirming that he'd been well-aware of her teetering and lighting a smile across her pouted lips.
"Not yet," she whispered with a strained pant, his eyes opening to see hard focus lining her brow fading to sheer pleasure behind the dimpled grin.
He hummed, "take all the time you need," he said with a soft chuckle. She'd been close for a few minutes, the fluttering of her channel around him both as arousing and relaxing as the cocooning water.
Her fingers tightened against his shoulder and neck and the higher pitch of the sounds in his ear brought warmth to his heart knowing he could have this effect on her each time. Despite the fact that she was already dancing at the precipice of bliss, he was nowhere near close and was genuinely curious at the number of times he could send her over the edge before he couldn't hold back the tide for himself any longer.
She shook with a small tremor and managed one more up and down before tipping into the precipice and crying out both versions of his name against his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her he peppered kisses along her neck and shoulder as she came down from her high.
Sydney sat upright, her eyes still closed and her cheeks flushed, hair in a disheveled bun with loose tendrils falling around her shoulders. Biting at her lower lip, she pulled in a deep breath through her nose and released it through pursed lips before opening her eyes.
"I'll never get tired of watching that," he grinned.
"I'll never get tired of doing it," she mused, setting a hand to his chest. "Are you not close?"
He shook his head. "Nowhere near. Wanna see if we can break the record?"
Sydney blushed and rolled her eyes. "You'll get close," she countered.
"Well yeah, but...records are meant to be broken, Sydney."
There was a sparkling fire in his emerald eyes, and she couldn't deny that avoiding the C.I.A. coupled with adventurous sex for however many hours they could go sounded like an amazing weekend, despite the fact that it was a Thursday.
"We can't do it all in the bathtub," she said, a beaming smile breaking out on his lips.
"You're on top; you're in charge."
Standing pulled him from her core, both groaning at the loss of contact. Stepping out and reaching for the towel, she heard him open the drain and exit behind her, his hands circling around to take the terry cloth from her grasp. As he dragged it over her shoulder his lips followed the path to the opposite side, and she found herself sighing and closing her eyes at his ministrations.
Left on left and right on right, he gently and leisurely patted her arms dry down to her fingertips before starting against each side of her ribcage and soaking the droplets down to the flare of her hips. His lips stilled against her soft skin when his eyes glimpsed the radiant image she made in the mirror's reflection. Her skin was a rosy glow from the heat of the water and as he scanned her face watching her features relax, he nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose moving his arms around her.
With the towel still hiding his hands, he circled them around and patted against her abdomen to catch the dripping water, leaving the skin dry and her breath in shallow quick pants. Though soft, the moment the miniature cotton loops were ghosted across her breast she let out a small gasp and leaned her back into his unmoving chest.
"How about a massage?" His lips flickered against the shell of her ear as his hands left her breasts and moved lower, his body following.
Crouching, he slid down one toned leg and then the other before charting a course between the two to her center. Her fingers dove into his hair as his mouth nipped at her hip.
She was accustomed to his touch in her most sensitive of places, but the added coarseness of the towel both muted and amplified the sensations. Unfortunately, he didn't linger, nor did he exude more than a feather-light dabbing pressure where she wanted it most. His effort, however, left her feeling heady dizziness that left her slightly unstable on her feet.
Fortunately, he righted his position and caught her as she tilted back against his chest. Wrapping an arm around and flattening his hand over her stomach, he tossed the towel to the hamper across the room and physically turned them toward the bedroom.
"Go lay down, I'll grab the oil." His voice was light though he kept the gravelly low tone he knew drove her crazy.
She lifted a hand to release her hair and set the clip on the counter, the waves bouncing below her shoulder blades. Climbing onto the bed and lying on her stomach, she waited with anticipation eating at her relaxation. His absence went longer than she felt acceptable and she turned her head to spot him leaning against the doorway with a bottle in his hand wearing only a smile and an erection.
"Enjoying the view?" Her chide widened his grin.
He nodded but didn't move.
"Take your time," she mumbled and closed her eyes.
Vaughn laughed quietly and stepped to the edge of the bed popping the lid to the essential oils. With a dollop in his palm, he set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together as the almond-scented concoction filled his nostrils and wafted in the circulating air of the bedroom.
Beginning at her calves, he worked his way to her backside kneading the oils into her skin and leaving a sheen to flicker in the low light. A groan left her lips as he hit a sensitive knot in her lower back, and he felt her feet against his shins as he leaned over to continue up to her shoulders.
Her heart rate bounced back up as his body moved to surround her knees and squeeze her thighs together. The moment his thumbs dug into the tenseness between her shoulder blades, she felt the last vestiges of tenseness begin to melt away.
"Was...your goal to put me to sleep? Because if I relax any more my brain is going to remind me that I haven't really slept past four hours each night in two and a half days."
No response. His hands continued their firm but gentle loosening of the muscles in her upper back. It wasn't until he lightened his touch to a tickle running down her spine to her backside and upper thighs that her skin broke out in gooseflesh and her breath quickened.
Planting his hands to either side of her elbows, her arms at her sides, his lips kissed between her shoulders as he pressed his hardened lower body against the cleft of her backside. Instinctively, she lifted her hips, but he pulled back and the next touch was his dragging fingertips moving from the back of her knee to the inside of her thigh.
The tip of his pointer finger flicked lightly against the outer edge of her nether lips feeling the juices of her anticipation. Pressing a bit, it wasn't hard to slide between her closed thighs and delicate folds to locate the swollen button. Her airy moan let him know he'd hit his mark, and he flicked the digit against the bud three or four times before retreating.
Wrapping around his shaft he aligned himself with her opening by feel as his mouth continued to explore the back of her shoulders and neck, moving farther north to kiss her cheek as he pushed his hips forward and slowly sheathed himself in her wet warmth with a groan.
Vaughn's knees kept her legs together, as he slowly began to move. Sydney moved her arms up to flatten beneath her head. Lifting a bit on her forearms, his mouth exploring the jutting rise of her shoulder blade as this position created a small valley between her spine and his stomach. Pushing her hair aside with his nose he blazed a trail with his mouth across her back and up to her neck while keeping himself propped up so that only his mouth and their most sensitive parts were touching.
The new angle and the tightness of having her legs together dropped her head down as she hid behind a curtain of floral-scented brown hair, and a mewl left her throat making him grin. The sensation of her feet coming up and pressing against his backside with her heels was also new as he was used to being cocooned between her legs no matter the position. The driving need to go harder was settling low in his stomach, and he decided to give it legs. Pulling back slowly but sinking in hard and fast, he was rewarded with another moan behind the shroud of hair.
Her walls tightened on each thrust, and though he kept the pace and retreat slow, his skin slapped against hers with each fill of her warmth, and she could feel the tingling sensations begin to emanate from her G-spot to her lower stomach, and farther up still to her pounding heart. Not being up on her knees meant that she couldn't tip back to meet each thrust, but she let her legs curl up against his taut backside and thighs for more contact. His mouth was still suctioning and nipping against her shoulders and neck, and she could feel his hands planted just behind her elbows sink into the mattress.
Lifting her head she turned as if to look back while keeping her eyes closed tight and felt his mouth against the shell of her ear. The scratch of the stiff hairs on his chin rubbed the skin of her shoulder made her shiver again, and the gentle kiss he pressed to her cheek was diametrically opposed to the rough thrusts that were shocking every nerve tingling in her skin.
"You gonna fall off that cliff, baby?" His words ground into her ear, and just the taunt mixed with the low timbre was the push she needed as the roiling eruption blasted from her center outward to the ends of her limbs. Her hands clutched the blanket in two fists and her legs squeezed against him as tight as they could, Vaughn slowing as she came down from the high, peppering kisses to her neck, shoulder, and back before sitting upright. His hands moved to massage the muscles as she lowered flat with a contented sigh.
She stretched out her arms and gripped the edge of the bed to pull herself forward a bit, rolling onto her back as Vaughn still straddled her legs from above. This move perfectly lined up his mouth with her breasts. Diving his nose into the valley and then tracing up one peak he sucked the top of the mound into his mouth as she groaned and dove her fingers into his hair.
"God, Vaughn, gimme a minute," she grumbled still out of breath and eyes still closed, the lashes feathered out against her flushed cheeks.
Acquiescing with a chuckle he sat up, his hand resting palm down over her lower stomach. Lifting a bit he reorganized their legs until hers were spread around his, and he scooted forward when she hooked her knees over his hips. Opening her eyes revealed his devilish grin as his eyes swooped her from head to toe leaving a fuzzy bubble to rise in her stomach at the desire pooling in his deep green stare. As if it had forgotten that it had just gotten off, her body tingled in excitement for the next round.
"I could get used to this," she mused in a sultry drawl.
He put a finger to his lips, "shh, listen."
Focusing her ears, she didn't hear anything other than the hum of the air conditioning and shrugged with a shoulder.
"No phone ringing; no scampering off to Timbuktu; just...it's pretty nice, don't you think?"
She rolled her eyes knowing what he was digging at, but she played along anyway. "I was more talking about the attention and not the lack of work."
Michael laughed, his abs bouncing, and leaned forward to catch her lips as he decided they looked far too kissable. This caused his shaft to run along her swollen nubbin, her hips jumping up and squeezing it between their abdomens. His tongue swooped hers before he moved south to explore her neck and throat.
"You can't admit it, can you?" His words were a jesting grumble against her racing pulse point.
She let out an airy giggle. "Admit what?"
"You're dying to see how many times they've called, aren't you?"
A grunting scoff came from her throat which he felt against his mouth, "I'm the one that suggested turning off the phones, Vaughn."
"True," he thought. "Seriously...maybe this should be the new normal," he suggested and rose again, one hand propping on her knee over his hip as the other gripped his shaft and angled the bulbous tip of his arousal to rub circles around her sensitive button.
"While that would be nice," she groaned, her eyes closing at the sensation. It was still tender from the recent orgasm and she wanted to escape his constant pressure, but she stayed still not entirely wanting it to stop. "This isn't a job."
Vaughn rolled his eyes while aligning himself with her entrance and slid in an inch or so before pulling back and going up to circle the bundle a few more times. His eyes took in the pouted O shape of her lips and the gasping pant that left her chest through those pouted lips. "I don't know, Sydney. I'm working pretty hard here."
"There are," she paused with a whimper as he entered again only to pull back and drag his arousal against her femininity. "There are so many...other times to have this conversation."
"But I have your," he ground deep from his chest and punctuated it with another thrust, "rapt attention."
"What do you want me to say? I'll...I'll say it," she begged as he pressed in again, and she cracked open hooded eyes finding him already staring intently in her direction.
Bringing his hand to his mouth he licked his thumb and lowered it to swoop in a wet line from the bottom to the top of the bundle making her hips jump and stomach tense, a low moan dragging from her throat.
"I mean...I'll quit if you promise you won't stop," she grinned, their eyes connected as the pad of his thumb continued against her clit while pushing lazy and slow into her channel.
Vaughn was beginning to feel the churn in his stomach, a warning sign that his body was going to start preparing for release well before he wanted to be ready. With this knowledge, he sped up the finger at the top of her sex and pushed slightly higher on his knees to allow himself to hit deeper. This less intimate position gave him the view to watch her breasts as they bounced with each push, and that along with the tightening of her around his shaft made a groan bubble up from his chest. His free hand ran tickling lines across her stomach and thighs, and she held his emerald gaze until the first crest of another orgasm sent her body into a shudder and closed fast her eyes with a scrunch.
It was almost too much. He pulled free from her heat despite wanting to feel the rippling in her contracting core, but he likely wouldn't have been able to stop from spilling into her and putting a slightly premature end to their game. This was only number three, they had at least two to go, and while the goal may kill him, he was very excited to see if it was achievable.
"That was close," she chuckled, and he opened one eye to glare at the satisfied smile on her face. "That was only three, you know."
"I'm well aware," he grumbled, his voice low and scratchy.
More than anything, he wanted to grab her hips and sink into her pliant body to finish what he'd started, but he shook his head and beat back his primal instinct. Rolling to the side he flopped to his back beside her, his chest rising as he took a few deep breaths, and she couldn't keep her eyes from drifting to his hard need, the head purple, and every few seconds it throbbed and twitched as a drop of precum pearled at the tip.
She rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand looking down at him, her free hand tracing the outer line of his pectoral and seeing his nipple harden in response. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder and letting her fingers trace each toned abdominal muscle downward, she bit her lip when his erection bounced when she hit a particularly ticklish spot above his navel. Dipping a swirling finger inside, she continued lower but jumped when his hand circled her wrist just before she could make her target.
"Don't," he ground.
"Why not?"
"I don't need it." His eyes were still closed, but the other hand at his hip was fisting the coverlet.
"So...you don't want me to?" Sitting up freed her other hand, and unabashedly she swirled the pad of her pointed finger against the crown of his arousal, and his hips nearly came off the bed. "I think you want me to."
"God...of course I want you to but…" a deep groan left his throat as she circled the tip once more, spreading the sticky drop before tracing the rigid shaft down on the bottom side. "I might not be able to, you know," he grumbled.
The bed shifted a bit and he desperately wanted to open his eyes, but knew that the wanton sight of what she was doing, or going to do, threatened to unwind everything he'd been trying to keep bottled.
"You think I can't help you recoup? You're not going to make it, sweetie. I know your tells far too well, and it'll be painful long before any record gets broken. Just...lay there. It's my turn now," she ordered, and he decided he couldn't disagree. It was almost painful now.
Fingers circling his shaft caught the breath in the back of his throat, and he decided he would never tire of feeling her hands on him knowing she felt much the same. Sydney felt his hand come up and rest lightly against her back, and she leaned forward to press her lips to his taut lower stomach. As her hand stroked up and down he felt the coil tightening at her ministrations, her mouth against his abdomen trailing wet kisses around his navel speeding up the process.
Her thumb rubbed the sensitive underside of the head, the pad tracing the groove and making him groan. This set his toes to curl against the edge of the bed, and she took a bit of pride in calling how close he'd been, though she'd heard it in his voice and felt it in his muscles as he'd tensed under her arms and legs.
He'd been so fixated on the feeling of her hand and the impending orgasm that when her tongue circled the oversensitive head, his breath caught in his throat before coming out in a ragged groan. His hand against her back squeezed and she grinned, curling it around the soft crown. She could taste herself on him and a rush of erotic energy flew to her center.
With the added friction of her mouth at the head and her hand gripping and moving up and down, he was teetering at the edge of his release. The moment the pointed tongue traced the groove at the base of the shroom-shaped tip he tapped her shoulder. She pulled back and slid up a bit to lean over and press a kiss to his stubbled chin, then cheek, his hand letting go of the blanket to dive into the hair at the nape of her neck and drag her lips up to his.
She kept a steady pace with her palm as his lips devoured hers. The grip he had at the back of her neck tightened as his gravelly groan escaped against her lips, his body stiffening before a hot splash hit the back of her knuckles. Rhythmic pulsing emptied himself over her hand and his stomach, and she continued the thrusts until he was well and truly spent, his body going limp in a panting heap against the blanket.
"God, I love you," he groaned feeling her press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth and nuzzle her nose against his cheek.
Once his breathing had somewhat calmed, he looked down at the mess across his abdomen with a grunt, Sydney following his gaze and laughing. They shared another kiss before she moved to the bathroom, and he dropped his head back before tossing his arm over his eyes to clear the stars from his vision.
"Here," she got his attention, stepping into the room with a wet washcloth in her hands. "I'm going to go grab a drink, do you want anything?"
"Thanks. Uh, whatever. I'll drink whatever you show up with," he laughed, his eyes following the sway of her hips as she left the room. Glasses clattered from the kitchen as he made his way to the bathroom, and he heard the tell-tale pop of a cork from a bottle, likely wine. Cleaning himself up, they stepped into the bedroom at the same time from opposite ends.
"I thought I could make it," he grunted, falling to his side on the bouncy, comfortable bed to prop on his elbow.
Sydney laughed and poured one glass of the wine for them to share before settling gently to face him with her head propped the same.
"Believe me when I say a break sounds amazing. I felt like a baby deer walking into the kitchen; my legs are like jello."
Vaughn chuffed and shook his head behind the sip of wine, the robust red tickling his tongue with an earthen, berry taste. "Does the record still get broken if it's not in one sitting?"
Sydney grinned as he handed over the glass, her fingers delicately wrapping around the stem. "Are you suggesting we move to standing? That could be pretty difficult at this stage," she nodded to the rouge liquor before taking another drink.
"Aren't you the comedienne after three orgasms and two sips of wine," he chastised, pulling the glass from her and taking a hearty swig to finish it off.
Dimples and an open-mouthed laugh accompanied by a massive eye roll made him chuckle into the now-empty glass. Pushing up he felt the pinch in his side as his sore muscles protested, but he got to his knees and reached toward the bottle on the nightstand. It was just out of reach. Pushing her hip to get her onto her back, he tossed his leg over to straddle her knees giving him access to the nightstand.
Her hand jumped into her hair as she settled onto her pillow dragging the long tresses to one side out from behind her shoulders. Hitting his thighs, fingernails grazing and tickling, she could feel his skin reacting beneath her palms. Michael pulled out the loosely jammed cork with his teeth and refilled the cup to the half-way point. Awkwardly replacing the topper and pushing it in with his chin, he cast the bottle back to the nightstand and looked down at the contentment written on her face.
Taking in her soft brown eyes, hooded under heavy lids and lashes, a sweet smile hooked the edges of her pouted lips upward. "You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning down for a kiss, Sydney's hand curling around his as it held the stem of the glass, the other flattening against his chest to keep him upright.
"Do not spill wine on the bedspread," she grumbled.
This made him sigh. "I wasn't going to. Did you...miss the 'you're beautiful' part?"
"You would have," she giggled behind her words. "And thank you, but no kissing or moving up and down while holding wine on the bed."
Vaughn rolled his eyes, tugging gently out of her hold and bringing it to his lips for another hearty swig. "No kissing if I have this?" Tilting his head, he aimed at the glass.
She shook her head, a cheeky smile underneath a warning playful glare.
"No going up?" His free hand dragged a finger from her belly button up through the valley between her breasts.
Another shake, though he saw her eyes darken and the glare loosen. He took another drink, a blood-colored drop lingering on his bottom lip that she had an almost irresistible urge to remove with her mouth.
"No," he turned his voice low, "going down?"
The finger made an abrupt turn and moved south back to her navel, circling the indent before journeying further and stopping just above the top of her femininity.
She wasn't so quick to respond this time.
"Ooh, is that the magic phrase that allows me to drink wine in bed?"
Without waiting for a response, he handed her the glass and shimmied backward toward the foot of the bed. The moment his legs weren't around hers and his hands touched her shins, she couldn't stop from opening to him. At the glistening wetness at the juncture of her thighs, he felt his lower half begin to firm.
Sydney puffed up the pillow behind her head and brought the glass to her lips, Michael peeking up and seeing an expectant smirk on her red lips. Moving to his knees between her calves, he leaned forward and set a wet, open-mouthed kiss to her stomach. He brought his left hand up in a dancing line from her knees to her thigh and skimmed his fingertips over her sex.
She hummed behind a mouthful of wine, and for a moment he realized how much of a queen she was - at least to him, though she would deny it if he ever said as such out loud. Tilted up on a pillow with a glass akin to a goblet in her hand, she watched with anticipation as every muscle in her body tensed when her center was touched by his lazy drifting fingers. He could already taste her...that sweet flavor that was uniquely Sydney made his growing arousal press into the bed.
Sydney decided she should probably set the wine aside, knowing that the moment his mouth touched her center she wouldn't be able to control her muscles. It would have been terribly hypocritical of her to fling the red liquid across the coverlet in a throe of passion.
His fingers traced the edges of her nether lips in slow swoops before taking a finger in a line from the swollen nubbin at the top to the opening at the bottom, slipping it inside with a spin before exiting. He knew it wasn't long before her fingers dove into his hair, nails skimming his scalp and sending a tingle running down his spine, as was her custom when he was parked between her legs.
Piercing green eyes watched her take another sip and then cast the drink beside the bottle. She settled back to the pillow and her eyes drifted closed, hair fanning out in a dark halo, and he studied the pleasure that crossed her face when the tip of his tongue flicked the button. Right on cue, one hand grabbed the comforter and the other was instantly in his hair pulling him harder against her center. He obliged, opening his mouth and suctioning it to the top.
Her sweet moan filled the air, his groan echoing in return as he sank into her warmth with lips and tongue. While he was here was one of the moments that she fully let herself go with him, though it had been happening more and more each day.
Tracing her folds and tasting her wetness, he curled his finger inside to find the sensitive patch of her G-spot and brush it repeatedly while his tongue picked up the pace at her bundle. Alternating between that and sucking kisses, Sydney felt the fuse in her stomach light and burn a path toward her core.
The higher pitch to the sounds coming from her throat, the curling of her toes he felt against his back, and the rush of juices against his mouth, he knew she was nearing the precipice. Lightening the touch of his tongue to snake-like flicks, he pulled his hand back before inserting three fingers into her warmth and curling them up against her internal button to brush it with all three at alternating intervals.
A shower of sparks erupted from her channel and rode the waves to her brain, everything behind her clenched eyes going yellow and then orange before being smothered by iridescent black. The hand at his hair bundled the short strands tightly between her fingers making him wince and chuckle, and the other pulled up on the blanket tucked below their bodies as far as it would lift.
The legs that had surrounded his shoulders pushed as her hips lifted off the bed a few inches, but still, he remained at her center, fighting the instinctual tightening of her muscles and wishing it was his length and not his fingers that were experiencing the contractions in her core as the walls undulated with her climax.
Sydney gasped, his mouth and fingers letting her come down slowly while prolonging the earth-shattering orgasm just enough to make her think a second, smaller one was on the back end. Just before it would have made itself known, however, his mouth left her center and the fingers were withdrawn, kisses placed against her inner thighs.
"God, Michael," she groaned in a heavy, wanton voice, and he rose to trail his lips across her stomach, breasts, and neck.
Once he was tucked between her legs he pressed his renewed hardness at her entrance and sunk into her still clenching body.
"This okay?" The tremor of excitement in his voice made her grin.
"You...you think of every time like the...the first time," she panted, "don't you?"
He grinned, pulling out and sinking back in, "no."
Wrapping legs high over his hips, "liar," she called. Her hands gripping his biceps on each side.
Michael chuckled, his mouth placing a suckling kiss to her nipple before he lifted his head back up.
"Every time is infinitely better than the first time," he groaned with a fan of hot air against her sweaty skin, "which was amazing. I was just making sure you're good, it's been a long night."
As much as she wanted to make fun of him, the fact that he always put her first was endearing. "This isn't gonna kill me, but if it does? I'm fine with it."
They shared a laugh as his mouth explored her neck and chest, finally tipping up to join their lips and tongues as his hips kept a slow but steady rhythm. Despite the lingering thought that her body may at some point decide that it was done, the fact that he'd nearly wound her toward a smaller cliff with his mouth readied her for his last push. The tenseness in his muscles was evident against her palms, and she dragged her fingernails down his sinewy forearms until she hit his wrists.
The familiar tingle spread from her abdomen to her heart in pulsing waves, all connected to the slow thrusts of him inside her, the tip rubbing deliciously against her inner button as the base nudged the outer on each inner push. Sliding up her hands clung to his ribcage, her fingernails digging into his skin on the back side as her thighs tightened and closed around his hips involuntarily.
Dropping a suctioning kiss to the column of her throat, he spoke low into her ear. "One more time, Syd."
He was close, yet again. This time, though, there wasn't anything stopping him from driving the wave through her body and then losing himself in the feel of her careening off the cliff into oblivion.
Sydney wasn't sure what cloud nine would have felt like, but now assumed it was this. The moment between orgasms and the feeling of warmth, comfort, passion, and bliss all melding together in her abdomen and chest. The myriad of colors behind her eyes had run the spectrum, and at the moment it was all hued pinks and purples. Sparkling flecks of light twinkled from the neurons firing within the overloaded pleasure center of her brain. Another deep pool spread beneath her, and a tingling shudder ran from the top of her head to her center as she dove in yet again, and everything in the microseconds afterward grounded her to the man she loved.
She felt the way his hand brushed a stray hair from her forehead before cupping her cheek and tilting her up to meet his mouth. She felt the hardness of him between her legs contradicting the softness of his kisses and whispered words. She also felt the trembling of his other arm as it held his weight above her and realized that he was still holding on for something.
Vaughn's lower back tightened as he held himself above her while she came down from her high, her fingernails loosening from his sides leaving behind crescent dents in his skin. They panted together as she opened her chocolate eyes, "you beat the record."
He chuckled. "Technically, you beat the record." His arms shook as his body reminded him how close he had been while essentially willing himself not to come with her on her last cresting orgasm as he selfishly wanted to make the record an even number. Five wasn't as impressive as six.
Lowering his mouth again to hers, their tongues languidly danced as his hips, almost on their own and driven by base instinct, continued short, slow, randomly-timed thrusts. The burning in his lower stomach made him stop a moment and squeeze his eyes closed before pushing out a whooshing breath through whistle-pinched lips against her chest.
"Michael, let go," she repeated his words from earlier, and he smiled, opening his eyes to look deep into her nearly full purple gaze.
"One more minute," he begged in a raspy whisper, and he slowly pulled back to equally as slowly push back in.
She hummed, "take your time." Lifting her head she fastened her lips to his throat and tasted the salt of his skin, a groan vibrating against her mouth.
"Can I ask you a question?"
She grinned, "yes, I could probably go one more time, but if I don't, it's fine. Believe me."
Another slow thrust was his response. "If it was me or the agency...would you quit?"
The shock was written on her face. 'If I screwed it all up, at least it was after five.'
"This...you want to ask this now? Vaughn are...you," she paused thinking back to the earlier conversation, "I wasn't being serious before."
"Would you pick me?" He pushed with both his body and his query, and he saw the conflict on her face. She wanted to throw it all away and stay in the moment with their bodies in tune, but her mind had taken off at the insinuation and he could tell. The benefit of their intimate position kept her from having the wherewithal to compartmentalize, though it was a rare occurrence anyway with him these days.
"Yeah," she answered quickly. "Of course."
Surprise etched his face as she answered so confidently. "Really?"
"Michael, I am so in love with you. It's not a hard pick," she swore and brought her hand up to press the worry lines in his forehead away and sweep her fingers across his stubbly cheek.
"I'd never ask though, you know that. I don't know why I did now, honestly. I was going to ask if you could go again," he laughed his nerves away.
"It's okay," she grinned, her touch skimming from his jaw to his chest and down the ripples of his abdomen to the taut muscles under his navel. "You are so close," she giggled.
He scoffed, "you don't know how close I am." Punctuating his words with another thrust, his body rejoiced at the idea that completion was on the horizon.
The mewl that left her throat formed into words. "Your back tightens up," she started, her free hand circling around and feeling the tautness of the muscles. "Your voice goes low and rumbles from your chest," an example groan bubbled up as he kept the in and out slow and sensual, enjoying the build-up despite the fact that he'd had more than enough by this point.
Strained, "is that all?" For the first time he noticed the lower edge to his words, lower even than when he tried to turn her on.
Sydney moaned low in her throat and shook her head, but couldn't talk any longer. As her eyes closed, his free hand snuck between their bodies and found the overestimated and overused button at the top of her sex. Pressing his forehead against hers he focused on the emanating pleasure generated by the lower halves of their bodies.
The constant rhythmic pulsing of her walls around him coupled with the slow retreat and resheath into her velvet-lined channel was too much. His constitution was depleted; his tank was empty. He was now relying on pure instinct and his body took over demanding release. Sliding his arms beneath her he pressed against her chest and buried his face in her neck.
This was the last of his signs that he was close, and her arms circled around his back, one hand cupping his neck and holding him against her throat. He curled into her and clung to the peace he always took in her - with her. With his thighs pressed against her backside and Sydney's legs hooked high around his waist, the base of his shaft ground against her pearl pushing her toward a final orgasm, as was the norm near the end.
Stars shimmered behind his eyelids as his release exploded from the coiled rubber band in his lower stomach, and he let out a harsh groan against her neck as his body tensed and his hands clutched at the back of her shoulders. Sydney's final orgasm was nearly simultaneous and smaller than the previous, and she was a bit thankful as her body screamed 'enough is enough, let's go to sleep'. She calmed sooner having been in this delightful state several times already and found her fingers running soft swirling patterns over his sweaty cool back as he relaxed.
"Don't fall asleep on me," she mumbled and kissed his shoulder, his laugh in her ear a low rumble.
"I wasn't."
He was. He'd already been drifting when her voice pulled him back.
"Yes you were."
Situating with a roll, she tucked herself into his side as he snored immediately into her hair. Exhaustion pulled at her bones and she fell willingly into the embrace of sleep.
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Refreshed and relaxed, Vaughn sipped his coffee as he rode the elevator to the rotunda floor. It was early on Monday, and while he was preparing for the reaming of a lifetime from Kendall after the pair had ignored their phones for nearly three full days, he didn't regret a moment of the workless weekend.
Seeing Will reading through a thick file, he patted him on the shoulder as he passed. "Hey man, Kendall in his office?"
"Six? Six times? Do you know how hard you make it to be anyone's boyfriend?"
Michael choked mid-sip as the coffee burned his tongue, throat, and finally fingers as it sloshed over the styrofoam rim. His green eyes went wide and he looked left and right and directly over his shoulder as if expecting Jack Bristow to pick him up by the scruff and toss him on his ass in the parking lot.
"You...how...did Syd...did she tell you?"
Will rolled his eyes and went back to his paperwork. "Sydney told Francie," he explained and turned with a mischievous blue twinkle in his glare. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."
"Agent Vaughn? I'd love some explanation on why it took three days to get a hold of you," Kendall's voice boomed across the rotunda, all eyes present swinging around to see the man with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl wrinkling his forehead all the way up to the bald crown.
Will leaned in with a whisper, "maybe he'll be impressed and you won't get stuck with paperwork if you explain it to him."
"I earned that paperwork," Vaughn answered with a grin, passed his coffee off to the reporter-turned-analyst, and winked behind a smirk.
"I hate you," Will called out.
"You'll get there, little guy." Vaughn taunted as he turned to accept whatever punishment the boss had in store.
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