Alias: Letting Go
Title: Letting Go
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: season 4 promos
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Summary: Can Syd and Vaughn take it slow?
Letting Go
She parts from our kiss to speak.
"We should take it slow," she said, her voice serious and quiet. Perhaps she's right, but how can I take it slow when in all I can focus is her mouth, all I can think about is wrapping my arms around her body and kiss her, kiss her until she's out of breath, kiss her whole body.
"Yeah, you're probably right," I hear myself saying.
It's not like I don't want to spend some time with her, just talk and watch her, I love those little things we used to do before and I'd love to have it all back. Instead we wasted so much time before in our relationship, waiting for the Alliance to be brought down, waiting while I untangled my life from Lauren and still she wants to wait. That must mean something. I'm sure it means much more than I'm seeing right now.
Syd smiles and my only response is smiling back at her, her hair falling off her shoulders while she lowers her head a little bit and watches me back.. I reach out my hand to caress her cheek and she sighs softly and leans against my palm, slowly turning her face to kiss it, a wet small kiss that send shivers through my spine, and she continues kissing my wrist, my fore arm and going up until she finds the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
I don't even realize when I grabbed a handful of her hair, but now I have both my hands on her head, holding her, scrapping her hair, delicately, while she moves closer to kiss me. She first kisses my neck and I desperately want her to come even closer, so I can kiss her lips. I coax her, caressing her hair with my hands, trying to pull her to me, but she doesn't let me. Instead, she pulls away a bit, smiling.
"Vaughn..."
"You're so beautiful," I say, as a hold her hand in mine and then it's all it takes for her to surrender and fully kisses me. I close my eyes when our lips touch, maybe even before, but it's like an instinct I have in me, something that leads me so I can find my way through her. Her tongue invades my mouth and her kiss is demanding, eager, passionate, and breath taking. Each stroke of her tongue against mine sends flush of heat straight to my cock and I feel it hardening slightly when she pushes herself closer to me, her leg pressing against mine. I hear her soft moan into my mouth when my hands slid from her arms to her waist, grasping it, rubbing my fingers against the thin fabric of her blouse to feel her heat. Sydney's reaction to my gesture is to lean even further, almost sitting on my lap, which I wouldn't mind if she did.
"Do you want some wine?" she says, suddenly pulling away from me. She leaves me and goes to the kitchen smiling and I'm really trying hard to figure out what goes on in her mind right now.
"Sure... why not," I hear myself saying. I look at her moving around in the kitchen, a mix of disbelief and understanding. Sure, talking it slow, that's what she said and I agreed. We're going to take it slow, then.
Syd sits by my side on the floor and hands me a glass of wine, having a sip of her own. God, how much did I miss her smiling face, this amusement shining in her eyes and the happiness that suits her so well? I missed the sound of her laughter when I say one of my crappy jokes and even the way her small finger rises and she leans the glass against her mouth to drink it, swallowing fast and then putting it down, turning her attention to me once again.
"So, how was the hockey season this year?"
I chuckle. Where did this come from? A while ago we were making out like two lusty teenagers and now she asks me about the hockey season? I can't help but grin at that.
"I can't say I had the time to watch the games the way I wanted, this season."
"Oh," She says, taking another sip of her wine. I chuckle again.
"Syd?"
"Yeah?"
"Come here"
She moves closer again, giggling, her hands moving straight to the back of my head to curl up my hair while my lips find hers again to carry on with the make out session. And, as soon as I hold her hips in my hands, I pull her to me so this time she's sitting on my lap, comfortably positioned so I can touch her.
Yeah, her scent still is the same, the scent from her hair, from her neck and the deliciously smoothness of the skin below her chin. She moans as I bite her slowly, tenderly, buckling lightly and unconsciously against my lap. I sneak one hand under the hem of her blouse to caress her belly and she practically jumps from the surprise and hisses low. She tastes so good I could devour her right there.
"Vaughn?" she moans, letting her head fall against my shoulder.
"What?" it sounds like a growl to me. The things she makes me feel.
"This is not taking slow."
"I'm just kissing you."
And, oh lord, this is good. The feel of her warm belly against my hand, the way she shivers slightly when I come close to her breast and the wetness of her tongue circling a spot under my ear, her hand gripping at my shirt. I can't stop touching and kissing her now.
"Oh, the hell with it. Come on," she says, standing up and leaving me staring dumbfounded at her.
"Huh?"
"Let's go to the bedroom."
* * * * *
As I fall on my back on her bed, holding her in my arms, all rational thoughts are gone. Syd straddles my lap and sits, removing her blouse in a fast move and throwing it away, to sit at a dark corner of her room, she leans against me again to delve her tongue into my mouth, stealing the air from my lungs. She rubs slightly against my crotch and I'm already so hard I don't think I could take it.
"Too many clothes" she whispers breathless, pulling away from me, removing her bra.
I flip her, so now I'm on top, looking down at her flushed face, breathing hardly, and bend to kiss her breast and bite her nipples. She yelps in the silent room and I smile, teasing her another minute. She's impatient, tugging at my shirt so I'd pull away to take it. I do as she wants me to, throwing the cloth somewhere away from us and continue my task of kissing her, biting her lower lip.
Syd tries to unzip my pants, unsuccessfully, and whimper against my mouth, frustrated. I kiss her again before sitting up to take off the annoying pants and take hers off too, kicking them out of the bed and turning my attentions to Syd once again. Her hair is a mess around her face and I smooth is slightly, kissing the line of her chin.
She pulls down my underwear and pushes it away with her feet. A small whimper comes out of her mouth when I lie above her, my cock pressing against her painfully, earning to be inside her.
"You are beautiful, Vaughn," she says, looking at me. "I missed you so much, baby."
"Me too," I say, kissing the way down her body until I reach her underwear, pulling it off and away. I take a moment to look down at her again, her eyes watching me back intently and it is one of those moments that we don't need to say anything to mean it all. I know exactly what's on her mind right now and I'm sure she can read mine. Her eyes sparkle with tears, threatening to fall and she sighs loudly.
I kiss her ankle, her calf, her thigh, her whole leg, licking her salty skin. I can already feel the heat from between her legs, smell her scent and the way she buckles her hips, begging me to stop teasing her, it makes me grin.
"Vaughn..."
She opens her legs farther as I bend between them to taste her, still watching her intently. I love the way she closes her eyes and throws her head backwards in expectation, waiting for the moment I touch her with my tongue, when she lets out a shuddered breath and a loud moan. She's so wet and slick, I run my tongue all over her folds, slowly, taking my time to please her.
"Vaughn!" she whimpers, both her hands now holding my head.
She raises her hips against me, bringing me closer to her as I started to suck her clit. After a few minutes of teasing, I can tell she's already close to an orgasm and then I stop, moving up in her direction. I feel my whole body tingle with the tip of my cock against her entrance. She breathes hard against my face.
"Fuck me, Vaughn. Do it now," she demands.
And who am I to deny her anything? I push into her slowly, each nerve ending of my body practically humming until my whole length is inside her. She closes her eyes and pants, her head moving restless from side to side and, by the way she grips at my shoulders, I can tell she's feeling the same I am.
Then I support my weight with my forearms on each side of her face, starting to move, slow at first, but at some point, I lose control and start to thrust faster and deeper into her, grunting. I hear somewhere in the distance her voice repeating my name as a chant, hoarsely. Syd holds me tightly, her arms and her inner walls, stretching and clenching involuntarily, each thrust feels better than the last one, the orgasm building in me as a crescendo, added to the fire of her eyes, burning at me non-stop.
"I've always loved you, Vaughn. That only grew inside me, it never ceased," She whispered.
I have to blink twice to make sure I'm awake and not dreaming, that she said those words and that I'm here, in her bed, in her. The fog around us seems to grow strong and that causes drops of sweat to run down her face and her chest. I must be sweating too, but I cannot feel anything else besides her. I still love her so much, being here just brought me this awareness all over again, the need and crave I have for her, the almost physical pain for being apart from her.
I thrust harder and faster as I come, still moving. I guess she comes too because she whimpers and clutches me harder, clenching around me to tightly that it might have made me orgasm again, if that's possible in any way.
"I love you too. I always did." I whisper, letting the weight of my body on her for a few seconds while I regain my breath.
She moves us slightly so now I'm half on the bed and half on her, our legs entwined and my head resting on her shoulder, my face close to her neck. Syd caresses and curls my hair with the tip of her fingers, playing absently.
"We were supposed to go slowly, to date, to kiss and make out, not jump in bed right that soon."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, I was there too, did you noticed?" she teases me.
"Oh, right! Now that you say, I guess there was a brunette screaming my name a while ago."
Syd mock slaps me on the arm and giggles. I laugh along with her, my body humming. She reaches out her hand and mine meets her midway, lacing our fingers together. She looks at them thoughtful.
"I'm serious, I wanted to, I don't know, date you for a while."
"We can still date. Let's go out tomorrow, what do you think?"
"Go to where?"
"Let's go to the movies and then have dinner. We can go to the pier after and watch the moon reflecting on the sea and talk, do you like that idea?"
"That's so romantic."
"That's my intention. Maybe I can seduce you and get lucky," I joke, wiggling my eyebrows. She laughs.
"I have a feeling you might get lucky, Mister Vaughn"
Syd kisses me again, squeezing my hand tight in hers. We could get lost in this kiss for hours, we could do it for hours and then fall asleep of sheer exhaustion, with out jaws and tongues numb. There's no better way to fall asleep, naked beside her, kissing her while she caress my hair.
And so we do it. We kiss until we fall asleep, like we always did.
END
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: season 4 promos
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Summary: Can Syd and Vaughn take it slow?
Letting Go
She parts from our kiss to speak.
"We should take it slow," she said, her voice serious and quiet. Perhaps she's right, but how can I take it slow when in all I can focus is her mouth, all I can think about is wrapping my arms around her body and kiss her, kiss her until she's out of breath, kiss her whole body.
"Yeah, you're probably right," I hear myself saying.
It's not like I don't want to spend some time with her, just talk and watch her, I love those little things we used to do before and I'd love to have it all back. Instead we wasted so much time before in our relationship, waiting for the Alliance to be brought down, waiting while I untangled my life from Lauren and still she wants to wait. That must mean something. I'm sure it means much more than I'm seeing right now.
Syd smiles and my only response is smiling back at her, her hair falling off her shoulders while she lowers her head a little bit and watches me back.. I reach out my hand to caress her cheek and she sighs softly and leans against my palm, slowly turning her face to kiss it, a wet small kiss that send shivers through my spine, and she continues kissing my wrist, my fore arm and going up until she finds the sleeve of my sweatshirt.
I don't even realize when I grabbed a handful of her hair, but now I have both my hands on her head, holding her, scrapping her hair, delicately, while she moves closer to kiss me. She first kisses my neck and I desperately want her to come even closer, so I can kiss her lips. I coax her, caressing her hair with my hands, trying to pull her to me, but she doesn't let me. Instead, she pulls away a bit, smiling.
"Vaughn..."
"You're so beautiful," I say, as a hold her hand in mine and then it's all it takes for her to surrender and fully kisses me. I close my eyes when our lips touch, maybe even before, but it's like an instinct I have in me, something that leads me so I can find my way through her. Her tongue invades my mouth and her kiss is demanding, eager, passionate, and breath taking. Each stroke of her tongue against mine sends flush of heat straight to my cock and I feel it hardening slightly when she pushes herself closer to me, her leg pressing against mine. I hear her soft moan into my mouth when my hands slid from her arms to her waist, grasping it, rubbing my fingers against the thin fabric of her blouse to feel her heat. Sydney's reaction to my gesture is to lean even further, almost sitting on my lap, which I wouldn't mind if she did.
"Do you want some wine?" she says, suddenly pulling away from me. She leaves me and goes to the kitchen smiling and I'm really trying hard to figure out what goes on in her mind right now.
"Sure... why not," I hear myself saying. I look at her moving around in the kitchen, a mix of disbelief and understanding. Sure, talking it slow, that's what she said and I agreed. We're going to take it slow, then.
Syd sits by my side on the floor and hands me a glass of wine, having a sip of her own. God, how much did I miss her smiling face, this amusement shining in her eyes and the happiness that suits her so well? I missed the sound of her laughter when I say one of my crappy jokes and even the way her small finger rises and she leans the glass against her mouth to drink it, swallowing fast and then putting it down, turning her attention to me once again.
"So, how was the hockey season this year?"
I chuckle. Where did this come from? A while ago we were making out like two lusty teenagers and now she asks me about the hockey season? I can't help but grin at that.
"I can't say I had the time to watch the games the way I wanted, this season."
"Oh," She says, taking another sip of her wine. I chuckle again.
"Syd?"
"Yeah?"
"Come here"
She moves closer again, giggling, her hands moving straight to the back of my head to curl up my hair while my lips find hers again to carry on with the make out session. And, as soon as I hold her hips in my hands, I pull her to me so this time she's sitting on my lap, comfortably positioned so I can touch her.
Yeah, her scent still is the same, the scent from her hair, from her neck and the deliciously smoothness of the skin below her chin. She moans as I bite her slowly, tenderly, buckling lightly and unconsciously against my lap. I sneak one hand under the hem of her blouse to caress her belly and she practically jumps from the surprise and hisses low. She tastes so good I could devour her right there.
"Vaughn?" she moans, letting her head fall against my shoulder.
"What?" it sounds like a growl to me. The things she makes me feel.
"This is not taking slow."
"I'm just kissing you."
And, oh lord, this is good. The feel of her warm belly against my hand, the way she shivers slightly when I come close to her breast and the wetness of her tongue circling a spot under my ear, her hand gripping at my shirt. I can't stop touching and kissing her now.
"Oh, the hell with it. Come on," she says, standing up and leaving me staring dumbfounded at her.
"Huh?"
"Let's go to the bedroom."
* * * * *
As I fall on my back on her bed, holding her in my arms, all rational thoughts are gone. Syd straddles my lap and sits, removing her blouse in a fast move and throwing it away, to sit at a dark corner of her room, she leans against me again to delve her tongue into my mouth, stealing the air from my lungs. She rubs slightly against my crotch and I'm already so hard I don't think I could take it.
"Too many clothes" she whispers breathless, pulling away from me, removing her bra.
I flip her, so now I'm on top, looking down at her flushed face, breathing hardly, and bend to kiss her breast and bite her nipples. She yelps in the silent room and I smile, teasing her another minute. She's impatient, tugging at my shirt so I'd pull away to take it. I do as she wants me to, throwing the cloth somewhere away from us and continue my task of kissing her, biting her lower lip.
Syd tries to unzip my pants, unsuccessfully, and whimper against my mouth, frustrated. I kiss her again before sitting up to take off the annoying pants and take hers off too, kicking them out of the bed and turning my attentions to Syd once again. Her hair is a mess around her face and I smooth is slightly, kissing the line of her chin.
She pulls down my underwear and pushes it away with her feet. A small whimper comes out of her mouth when I lie above her, my cock pressing against her painfully, earning to be inside her.
"You are beautiful, Vaughn," she says, looking at me. "I missed you so much, baby."
"Me too," I say, kissing the way down her body until I reach her underwear, pulling it off and away. I take a moment to look down at her again, her eyes watching me back intently and it is one of those moments that we don't need to say anything to mean it all. I know exactly what's on her mind right now and I'm sure she can read mine. Her eyes sparkle with tears, threatening to fall and she sighs loudly.
I kiss her ankle, her calf, her thigh, her whole leg, licking her salty skin. I can already feel the heat from between her legs, smell her scent and the way she buckles her hips, begging me to stop teasing her, it makes me grin.
"Vaughn..."
She opens her legs farther as I bend between them to taste her, still watching her intently. I love the way she closes her eyes and throws her head backwards in expectation, waiting for the moment I touch her with my tongue, when she lets out a shuddered breath and a loud moan. She's so wet and slick, I run my tongue all over her folds, slowly, taking my time to please her.
"Vaughn!" she whimpers, both her hands now holding my head.
She raises her hips against me, bringing me closer to her as I started to suck her clit. After a few minutes of teasing, I can tell she's already close to an orgasm and then I stop, moving up in her direction. I feel my whole body tingle with the tip of my cock against her entrance. She breathes hard against my face.
"Fuck me, Vaughn. Do it now," she demands.
And who am I to deny her anything? I push into her slowly, each nerve ending of my body practically humming until my whole length is inside her. She closes her eyes and pants, her head moving restless from side to side and, by the way she grips at my shoulders, I can tell she's feeling the same I am.
Then I support my weight with my forearms on each side of her face, starting to move, slow at first, but at some point, I lose control and start to thrust faster and deeper into her, grunting. I hear somewhere in the distance her voice repeating my name as a chant, hoarsely. Syd holds me tightly, her arms and her inner walls, stretching and clenching involuntarily, each thrust feels better than the last one, the orgasm building in me as a crescendo, added to the fire of her eyes, burning at me non-stop.
"I've always loved you, Vaughn. That only grew inside me, it never ceased," She whispered.
I have to blink twice to make sure I'm awake and not dreaming, that she said those words and that I'm here, in her bed, in her. The fog around us seems to grow strong and that causes drops of sweat to run down her face and her chest. I must be sweating too, but I cannot feel anything else besides her. I still love her so much, being here just brought me this awareness all over again, the need and crave I have for her, the almost physical pain for being apart from her.
I thrust harder and faster as I come, still moving. I guess she comes too because she whimpers and clutches me harder, clenching around me to tightly that it might have made me orgasm again, if that's possible in any way.
"I love you too. I always did." I whisper, letting the weight of my body on her for a few seconds while I regain my breath.
She moves us slightly so now I'm half on the bed and half on her, our legs entwined and my head resting on her shoulder, my face close to her neck. Syd caresses and curls my hair with the tip of her fingers, playing absently.
"We were supposed to go slowly, to date, to kiss and make out, not jump in bed right that soon."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, I was there too, did you noticed?" she teases me.
"Oh, right! Now that you say, I guess there was a brunette screaming my name a while ago."
Syd mock slaps me on the arm and giggles. I laugh along with her, my body humming. She reaches out her hand and mine meets her midway, lacing our fingers together. She looks at them thoughtful.
"I'm serious, I wanted to, I don't know, date you for a while."
"We can still date. Let's go out tomorrow, what do you think?"
"Go to where?"
"Let's go to the movies and then have dinner. We can go to the pier after and watch the moon reflecting on the sea and talk, do you like that idea?"
"That's so romantic."
"That's my intention. Maybe I can seduce you and get lucky," I joke, wiggling my eyebrows. She laughs.
"I have a feeling you might get lucky, Mister Vaughn"
Syd kisses me again, squeezing my hand tight in hers. We could get lost in this kiss for hours, we could do it for hours and then fall asleep of sheer exhaustion, with out jaws and tongues numb. There's no better way to fall asleep, naked beside her, kissing her while she caress my hair.
And so we do it. We kiss until we fall asleep, like we always did.
END