Alias: One Of Our Own (2/10)
Title: One Of Our Own (2/10)
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Truth Takes Time
Summary: A little surprise to our superspies
One of our Own - Chapter 2
Vaughn woke up to the sound of the flushing from the bathroom’s toilet. He glanced at the clock at the bedside table, 5 o’clock in the morning. What the hell is she doing up that early?
“Syd?” he called.
No answer. Before he could call her, he heard her throwing up. Again.
“When is this gonna stop?” he mumbled, leaving the warm bed.
It was so cold outside the bed and the contact of his feet with the cold floor wasn’t well-received. He tiptoed to the bathroom, standing at the doorframe quietly. Sydney was bending over the toilet, emptying her stomach, like she did the whole week. It wasn’t a nice thing to watch, he thought, worried about her. He knew it was normal, that hormonal thing, but he couldn’t help but feel that strange pain in his heart every time he saw her like this, her face deadly pale and that cold sweat.
Sydney flushed the toilet again, cursing, while letting her body fall heavily over the floor. Then she saw him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up”
“That’s ok. Is there anything you can do to make it stop?”
“Yeah, you can kill me now,” She said. He crouched by her side, his forehead frowning. “Vaughn...”
“What? I didn’t do anything!”
“Why do you worry that much? I’m not going to die... not from this. You should worry about the birth.” She paused. Sydney shuddered every time she thought of the birth “Oh, god, I should worry about the birth. I’m scared,” she said, looking at him. He smiled to her, rubbing her back.
“I’ll be by your side.”
“Will you share the pain with me?”
Vaughn chuckled lightly.
“You know I would, If it was possible.”
She smiled weakily at him. He was so sweet, so worried and she loved him so much. So much that she was starting to think that she’d lost her mind when she agreeded with that baby idea, you gotta love the man so much to carry his baby, she thought when she felt another spasm hitting her stomach.
“Vaughn, make it stop!” she said, moving faster to the toilet and it began once again.
* * *
I’ve never been around a pregnant woman before. It was hard to deal with her mood swings, her sickness. I never thought a woman could change that much while expecting a baby, Sydney couldn’t even see or smell things she used to like, as my aftershave or her own perfum. She couldn’t eat any kind of dairies for a whole week and one day she got that weird craving for potatoes. She ate all kind of potatoes, fried, baked, bashed, buttered.
For a whole month I couldn’t wear cologne or she’d feel sick. Syd had this odd argument with me about neutral soap and I was truly afraid that she would never be the same again, almost regretting that pregnancy. I was scared of my fiance�, afraid she might stab me at night because she thought I smelled different. And then she cried, she cried for eveything: she cried watching a comedy, she cried because of paperwork, she cried because I wasn’t home, she cried because the telephone was dead and she couldn’t talk to Francie.
We went to the doctor so she could have her first sonography. I must tell you I felt tears tingle my eyes, looking at the screen and seeing that tiny thing that was my child. It was hard to see anything, but it was there and it touched me. I never felt anything like that in my life, it’s so hard to explain, my heart filled with joy and a thrill so different from anything I ever felt in my whole life. Sydney cried, of course.
“I can’t see anything!”
“Here, sweetie. Look.” I pointed at the screen the outlines of the baby. She watched closely, before bursting in tears again.
“But I can’t see it!”
The doctor looked at me, a fun smile on her face. She knew what I was going through, she knew how hard it was for me to deal with Syd’s emotions lately.
“Here, Sydney. Follow my finger and you’ll see it”
“Oh, now I can see it! It’s so tiny!” she said, laughing.
Then she cried because she could see the baby. And that’s the woman who had stolen my heart and never will give me back. I can’t help but laugh at her tears, she tries so hard to hold back those emotions, but she can’t. She could never hide her emotions from anyone, much less from me. I pulled her for a soft kiss at her forehead.
One of my favorite moments was lying in bed with her, before we sleep, and caress her stomach. She laid on her back, while I showered her belly with light wet kisses, tickling her, making her giggle. I wanted so badly to make love to her, but she would’t let me. Sydney said she wasn’t in the mood for sex lately, she felt like a mom more than a woman. To me, she looked even sexier, that glow in her eyes and face and the awareness that I was in front of the most precious things in my life: the woman I loved the most, more than anything in the world, carrying my child inside her.
There were times I wished I could be part of that. Share the sickness and mood swings with her, because I know that later she’ll feel the baby moving inside her. I know the special bond a woman has with her child, I wanted so badly to be part of that, to share this feeling, that feeling that was hers and only hers.
And suddenly everyone at the office was worried about her, wanting to know how she was feeling, if she needed anything, watching her closely. She’d always been treated with care by everyone, for being a woman, not that anyone would think she wouldn’t be able to do her job, but because she looked fragile and sweet. I don’t know a person in that office who’s not crazy for her and, after the pregnancy, they were pampering her much more than the usual.
And I look at her while she’s working, paperwork, her dad wouldn’t let her go out on missions anymore. She didn’t complain. She had more in her head than spying around the world, but she was watching closely Sark and Derevko’s footsteps while I was dreading the day they would appear again. She was typing at her computer, sometimes she would turn to talk to someone and smile, sometimes she would stop to think and her hand would unconsciously wander to caress her stomach. She smiled to herself when she noticed, a grin slowly appearing on her face, those gracious dimples greeting and lightening the room. I don’t think she has any idea of how luminous her presence really is.
Her head turn slightly and her eyes catch mine. I feel my face softening in a smile, my chest light and full of love for her. I keep falling and falling more and more in love with her each day. Each day I love her more, each day I care more about her. Each day I need her more. More, more, and more. Each second I need her with me, by my side, I need her smile as I need air.
Syd smiles to me, shyly. She almost blushes, her hair falling off her ear to cover her face. I lift from my chair and move to her desk, sitting by her side.
“Hey”
“Hi”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“Yeah, but I just wanted to tell you one thing”
“What?” she asked, inocently.
She doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t seem to notice the effect she has over me. I bent to kiss her softly at the lips, a quick brush and soft caress. She closes her eyes dreamly and her smile turns into a grin.
“I love you” I whisper, so that only she could hear me. She opens her huge brown eyes, bright with tears threatening to fall.
“I love you too” she mumbles, afraid that if she talks tears might fall. But that’s hopeless, before she could hold them back, those tears are falling from her eyes and running down her cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumb, lingering it at her soft cheeks.
“God, I don’t know what you do to her to make her cry that much, Mike,” Weiss says as he passes past us, sitting on a chair behind Sydney. She laughs, wiping more tears.
“Hey, Eric”
“Does he beat you? No, I don’t think so, it’s more likely that *you* spank him,” he said, leaning closer to Syd.
“Eric, shut up”
We both laugh. Eric looks at her fondly, putting a hand over her shoulder.
“How are you feeling? Sickness is over?”
“Yeah, I hope so. I didn’t feel sick today. And I could eat an apple” she said, proud of herself.
“Good. The next step is getting rid of the potatoes.”
“Ugh, god... don’t say that word again, please.”
“Why?”
I covered both her ears with my hands before speaking.
“She can’t hear the word potato. She spent the whole night feeling sick and throwing up after a huge bowl of potato chips.”
“Oh, man... your kid is gonna be a potato, you know that?”
“Stop saying that word!” she said, frowing.
Later that day she wanted to eat sushi. She ate almost everything she saw at the restaurant, all kind of fish and those japanese food that night. And when we arrived home she felt sick and emptied her stomach. Poor Syd, there was nothing I could do for her, except stay by her side while her body bent by the toilet, letting the spasms take her. She cursed when they faded and cried when she was angry and tired of that same routine.
She wanted to paint the spare room we had at our new house. But she said she wanted to do it herself, buy some furniture for the baby. We made those plans while laying in bed later that night, after her stomach gave her some relief.
“Syd?”
“Hmm?”
“We should talk about names”
“Names?”
“For the baby”
“Oh, sure!” she was suddenly so excited that she couldn’t stop shifting by my side “What do you think of Lucy if it’s a girl?”
“Like the Beatles’song? It’s a pretty name.” I said, moving up her body so my head would rest over her lap. She caressed my hair, her fingers tangling between my strands.
“And I’ll let you choose the baby’s name if it’s a boy”
“Wow, thank you” I mocked her “Why that now?”
“I’m sure it’s a girl”
"How can you be so sure?”
“I feel it”
“You feel it, huh?”
“Yeah. I have this feeling it would be a girl with brown hair and green eyes. And that sweet little dimple you have at your chin” she bent to kiss my chin, pulling my lower lip into her mouth. I couldn’t help but tangle my hands in her soft hair, pulling her closer to me.
“I just hope she can be as pretty as you are” I said, parting the kiss and sitting in front of her.
“She’ll be the prettiest girl in the world”
I pulled her into my arms, sitting between my open legs, kissing her. I’m glad I don’t make her sick and she can kiss me or I would die.
“Vaughn?” she said, soflty
“What?”
“Make love to me?”
How can anyone refuse such a request? I pulled her for another kiss, before kissing down my way to her neck, biting lightly at her soft skin there. I pushed her down the bed lightly, as if she was made of glass and might break at my grasp, kissing her skin. My hands began roaming through her body, sneaking under her tank top to knead her breasts. She moaned, melting under my touch, closing her eyes and surrending. I teased her nipples, feeling them growing hard between my fingers, her soft whimper as a response.
My whole body shudders in arousal for her. She has that power over me, when she arches her back to remove her tank top, exposing her breasts to me, her stomach, waiting for me. I bent to ravish her nipples, biting lightly, sucking, lapping, kissing my way down her body to her navel, playing with the soft skin I find there. She squirms, restless, buckling her hips towards me, silently asking me to take off her sweat pants. I take them off, leaving her completely naked on the bed, eyes closed, laboured breath. She’s so beautiful, so luscious.
My hands move slowly from her ankle, to her calves until I reach her thighs. She opens her eyes and stare at me, chocolate eyes melting with lust and desire. She watches me closely as I slowly probe her with my fingers untill I reach her wet core. She whimper loud when my finger touch her clit, her sound sending eletrical shocks straight to my penis. I’m growing hard just by watching her, her face contorted in pained ecstasy, as I slip a finger between her folds, rubbing her, spreading her wetness, feeling it increase. She’s so hot, so wet. I bent to lick her, taking her swollen clit into my mouth, causing her to buckle her hips aimlessly against my face. I trace with my tongue the same patterns I did with my finger, tasting her and enjoying the way her thighs quiver beside my face.
“Yeah... yes, yes... oh, Vaughn, make me come, baby... yeah...” she mumbles, gripping the sheets by her side, tugging at them, while buckling restless against me. I know she’s close and feel her coming, her whole body shaking against me.
I move up to her body, laying by her side, waiting until she calms down, her breathing still harsh and uneven. She has the most beautiful and blissful expresion upon her face, I love to watch her coming, feel her coming around me. Because of me.
Her eyes flash open and she looks at me, a lustful stare. Before I could manage a reaction, she’s straddling me, stripping my clothes and kissing my chest, ravishing me the way I did with her.
“You’re so beautiful... you’re so beautiful, I love you so much” she mumbles against my skin, kissing the path of hair that lead to my cock, stopping a moment to look at my face. I look at back to her, waiting.
“So, so, so much” she continues her mumbling while she dig her nails into my thighs, making me moan loud. Syd grazes her nails lightly over and around my balls, making me grow imposibly harder.
“Yeah, baby” I try to speak, but all that comes out is a moan. It seems that something is pounding inside my head, but in a good way. It seems that liquid fire is cursing in my veins, making me dizzy and somehow I find it so hard to breathe, so hard to think. All I can feel and concentrate is the pleasure Syd is giving me. Without a warn, she closes her wet lips around me and it’s my turn to jerk my hips against her, but I’m afraid I could choke her.
She takes me as deep as she can, sucking and clenching her throat around me. My cock throbs, I could come right now if she continues this sweet torture.
Syd lets me out of her mouth and moves to straddle me again, her eyes locking with mine. With her hands she hold me and guides me inside her, slowly, achingly slowly and I’m enveloped by her wetness, she’s so hot and tight around me that I find it hard to breath. I have to close my eyes and stop for a moment to regain control.
“Fuck me, Michael. I want you to come inside me.” She coaxes me, thrusting her hips against me. We start to move together, matching out thrusts, doing the dance we know so well by now. I know exaclty what she needs, what she wants, and she knows how to please me and how to do it. She clenches her inner walls around me and rises her body, letting me slip out of her, taking me in when she lowers. She does that again and again, always clenching her walls. I feel myself reaching the edge quickly, holding her hips, trying to grab her breasts, but they seem so far, all I can do is lie there, feeling and letting the orgasm take me, coming inside her.
Sydney is lying by my side, her sweaty body shaking lightly next to me. I pull her into my arms, holding her tight and close. She moves so she’s atop me, our legs tangled and her hair all around our faces. She laughes.
“I’m so glad that doesn’t make me sick” she says.
“Shhh, shut up! Never mention that!”
We both laugh, our bodies vibrating against each other. It seems there’s a fog surrounding us and it’s so pleasant that I don’t want ever let it go.
She bites my earlobe, her hair and scent all over my face. When her tongue traces a wet line along my earlobe I feel my whole body shiver again.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel like I could have sex with you the whole night”
“You do, huh?” I said, a grin spreading across my face.
“Yeah. You make me wet. All I want to do now is blow you, until you come hard into my mouth”
Before I could say anything, she slips off me and down so she is between my legs. She’s eager, she’s hungy and she holds me in her hands, squeezing me before taking me into her mouth. It’s my turn to grip and tug at the sheets, arching my back against her. I feel my cock growing hard into her mouth, her tongue swirling lazyly and steady over my tip, licking me clean; she licks my whole length, sucking one ball each time into her mouth, smiling under my moans and groans of ecstasy.
“Sydney...”
She looks up at me, while she sucks me hard, licking her way back to the tip of my penis. I watch her cheeks hollow while she sucks me, taking me in as deep as she can. God, I have to control myself not to buckle against her.
“Syd... I’m going to... oh.... yeah, baby, like this...” I groan, the pleasure is too much and I can’t take it anymore. I come hard into her mouth, watching her as she swallow. When I’m done she licks me clean again and move like cat to fall heavily by my side.
“I’m worn out” she said.
“Yeah, me too”
We look at each other, talking in our silent language, grinning like fools. This happiness is more than welcome after all we’ve been through. I can’t wait to take this woman to the chuch and make her mine forever. Can’t wait to see her wearing my ring.
“Will you marry me?”
“Why you’re asking me this again?” She laughed.
“For real, now. Let’s set a date to marry. Plan the party, I want so badly to see you in a white dress, surrounded by flowers...”
“Oh, God... here we go again... Vaughn, I don’t want a fancy wedding. We should save the money for more important things. Let’s just have a small ceremony and a party here. We have such a beautiful garden.”
I take her hand and kiss her palm, reverently. She pulls mine and kiss back.
“I take thee, Sydney Anne Bristow, as my beloved wife. I promise to love you, through sickness and health, happiness and grief, honoring and respecting you everyday, until the end of my life.”
“Promise?” she says, her eyes flooding with tears.
“Yes. Until your hair is all grey and your face covered with wrinkles. I promise.”
“I take thee, Michael William Vaughn, as my beloved husband. I promise to love you, through sickness and health, happiness and grief, honoring and respecting you everyday, until the day I die” she paused, looking at me, her fingers touching my face lightly. “You’re gonna age so well.. you’re so beautiful, Vaughn, do you know that? Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?”
“I’m not. But you love me, that’s why you say that.”
“No, I’m serious. Those green eyes, that beautiful face you have. So masculine and yet so pretty.”
I pulled her closer for another kiss. I don’t know how long we stared at each other, breaking the gaze to kiss, but it seemed like we spent the whole life doing this. I’d never get tired of this woman, never get enough of her. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, happy and sweet dreams taking both of us.
* * *
TBC
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Truth Takes Time
Summary: A little surprise to our superspies
One of our Own - Chapter 2
Vaughn woke up to the sound of the flushing from the bathroom’s toilet. He glanced at the clock at the bedside table, 5 o’clock in the morning. What the hell is she doing up that early?
“Syd?” he called.
No answer. Before he could call her, he heard her throwing up. Again.
“When is this gonna stop?” he mumbled, leaving the warm bed.
It was so cold outside the bed and the contact of his feet with the cold floor wasn’t well-received. He tiptoed to the bathroom, standing at the doorframe quietly. Sydney was bending over the toilet, emptying her stomach, like she did the whole week. It wasn’t a nice thing to watch, he thought, worried about her. He knew it was normal, that hormonal thing, but he couldn’t help but feel that strange pain in his heart every time he saw her like this, her face deadly pale and that cold sweat.
Sydney flushed the toilet again, cursing, while letting her body fall heavily over the floor. Then she saw him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up”
“That’s ok. Is there anything you can do to make it stop?”
“Yeah, you can kill me now,” She said. He crouched by her side, his forehead frowning. “Vaughn...”
“What? I didn’t do anything!”
“Why do you worry that much? I’m not going to die... not from this. You should worry about the birth.” She paused. Sydney shuddered every time she thought of the birth “Oh, god, I should worry about the birth. I’m scared,” she said, looking at him. He smiled to her, rubbing her back.
“I’ll be by your side.”
“Will you share the pain with me?”
Vaughn chuckled lightly.
“You know I would, If it was possible.”
She smiled weakily at him. He was so sweet, so worried and she loved him so much. So much that she was starting to think that she’d lost her mind when she agreeded with that baby idea, you gotta love the man so much to carry his baby, she thought when she felt another spasm hitting her stomach.
“Vaughn, make it stop!” she said, moving faster to the toilet and it began once again.
* * *
I’ve never been around a pregnant woman before. It was hard to deal with her mood swings, her sickness. I never thought a woman could change that much while expecting a baby, Sydney couldn’t even see or smell things she used to like, as my aftershave or her own perfum. She couldn’t eat any kind of dairies for a whole week and one day she got that weird craving for potatoes. She ate all kind of potatoes, fried, baked, bashed, buttered.
For a whole month I couldn’t wear cologne or she’d feel sick. Syd had this odd argument with me about neutral soap and I was truly afraid that she would never be the same again, almost regretting that pregnancy. I was scared of my fiance�, afraid she might stab me at night because she thought I smelled different. And then she cried, she cried for eveything: she cried watching a comedy, she cried because of paperwork, she cried because I wasn’t home, she cried because the telephone was dead and she couldn’t talk to Francie.
We went to the doctor so she could have her first sonography. I must tell you I felt tears tingle my eyes, looking at the screen and seeing that tiny thing that was my child. It was hard to see anything, but it was there and it touched me. I never felt anything like that in my life, it’s so hard to explain, my heart filled with joy and a thrill so different from anything I ever felt in my whole life. Sydney cried, of course.
“I can’t see anything!”
“Here, sweetie. Look.” I pointed at the screen the outlines of the baby. She watched closely, before bursting in tears again.
“But I can’t see it!”
The doctor looked at me, a fun smile on her face. She knew what I was going through, she knew how hard it was for me to deal with Syd’s emotions lately.
“Here, Sydney. Follow my finger and you’ll see it”
“Oh, now I can see it! It’s so tiny!” she said, laughing.
Then she cried because she could see the baby. And that’s the woman who had stolen my heart and never will give me back. I can’t help but laugh at her tears, she tries so hard to hold back those emotions, but she can’t. She could never hide her emotions from anyone, much less from me. I pulled her for a soft kiss at her forehead.
One of my favorite moments was lying in bed with her, before we sleep, and caress her stomach. She laid on her back, while I showered her belly with light wet kisses, tickling her, making her giggle. I wanted so badly to make love to her, but she would’t let me. Sydney said she wasn’t in the mood for sex lately, she felt like a mom more than a woman. To me, she looked even sexier, that glow in her eyes and face and the awareness that I was in front of the most precious things in my life: the woman I loved the most, more than anything in the world, carrying my child inside her.
There were times I wished I could be part of that. Share the sickness and mood swings with her, because I know that later she’ll feel the baby moving inside her. I know the special bond a woman has with her child, I wanted so badly to be part of that, to share this feeling, that feeling that was hers and only hers.
And suddenly everyone at the office was worried about her, wanting to know how she was feeling, if she needed anything, watching her closely. She’d always been treated with care by everyone, for being a woman, not that anyone would think she wouldn’t be able to do her job, but because she looked fragile and sweet. I don’t know a person in that office who’s not crazy for her and, after the pregnancy, they were pampering her much more than the usual.
And I look at her while she’s working, paperwork, her dad wouldn’t let her go out on missions anymore. She didn’t complain. She had more in her head than spying around the world, but she was watching closely Sark and Derevko’s footsteps while I was dreading the day they would appear again. She was typing at her computer, sometimes she would turn to talk to someone and smile, sometimes she would stop to think and her hand would unconsciously wander to caress her stomach. She smiled to herself when she noticed, a grin slowly appearing on her face, those gracious dimples greeting and lightening the room. I don’t think she has any idea of how luminous her presence really is.
Her head turn slightly and her eyes catch mine. I feel my face softening in a smile, my chest light and full of love for her. I keep falling and falling more and more in love with her each day. Each day I love her more, each day I care more about her. Each day I need her more. More, more, and more. Each second I need her with me, by my side, I need her smile as I need air.
Syd smiles to me, shyly. She almost blushes, her hair falling off her ear to cover her face. I lift from my chair and move to her desk, sitting by her side.
“Hey”
“Hi”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“Yeah, but I just wanted to tell you one thing”
“What?” she asked, inocently.
She doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t seem to notice the effect she has over me. I bent to kiss her softly at the lips, a quick brush and soft caress. She closes her eyes dreamly and her smile turns into a grin.
“I love you” I whisper, so that only she could hear me. She opens her huge brown eyes, bright with tears threatening to fall.
“I love you too” she mumbles, afraid that if she talks tears might fall. But that’s hopeless, before she could hold them back, those tears are falling from her eyes and running down her cheeks. I wipe them away with my thumb, lingering it at her soft cheeks.
“God, I don’t know what you do to her to make her cry that much, Mike,” Weiss says as he passes past us, sitting on a chair behind Sydney. She laughs, wiping more tears.
“Hey, Eric”
“Does he beat you? No, I don’t think so, it’s more likely that *you* spank him,” he said, leaning closer to Syd.
“Eric, shut up”
We both laugh. Eric looks at her fondly, putting a hand over her shoulder.
“How are you feeling? Sickness is over?”
“Yeah, I hope so. I didn’t feel sick today. And I could eat an apple” she said, proud of herself.
“Good. The next step is getting rid of the potatoes.”
“Ugh, god... don’t say that word again, please.”
“Why?”
I covered both her ears with my hands before speaking.
“She can’t hear the word potato. She spent the whole night feeling sick and throwing up after a huge bowl of potato chips.”
“Oh, man... your kid is gonna be a potato, you know that?”
“Stop saying that word!” she said, frowing.
Later that day she wanted to eat sushi. She ate almost everything she saw at the restaurant, all kind of fish and those japanese food that night. And when we arrived home she felt sick and emptied her stomach. Poor Syd, there was nothing I could do for her, except stay by her side while her body bent by the toilet, letting the spasms take her. She cursed when they faded and cried when she was angry and tired of that same routine.
She wanted to paint the spare room we had at our new house. But she said she wanted to do it herself, buy some furniture for the baby. We made those plans while laying in bed later that night, after her stomach gave her some relief.
“Syd?”
“Hmm?”
“We should talk about names”
“Names?”
“For the baby”
“Oh, sure!” she was suddenly so excited that she couldn’t stop shifting by my side “What do you think of Lucy if it’s a girl?”
“Like the Beatles’song? It’s a pretty name.” I said, moving up her body so my head would rest over her lap. She caressed my hair, her fingers tangling between my strands.
“And I’ll let you choose the baby’s name if it’s a boy”
“Wow, thank you” I mocked her “Why that now?”
“I’m sure it’s a girl”
"How can you be so sure?”
“I feel it”
“You feel it, huh?”
“Yeah. I have this feeling it would be a girl with brown hair and green eyes. And that sweet little dimple you have at your chin” she bent to kiss my chin, pulling my lower lip into her mouth. I couldn’t help but tangle my hands in her soft hair, pulling her closer to me.
“I just hope she can be as pretty as you are” I said, parting the kiss and sitting in front of her.
“She’ll be the prettiest girl in the world”
I pulled her into my arms, sitting between my open legs, kissing her. I’m glad I don’t make her sick and she can kiss me or I would die.
“Vaughn?” she said, soflty
“What?”
“Make love to me?”
How can anyone refuse such a request? I pulled her for another kiss, before kissing down my way to her neck, biting lightly at her soft skin there. I pushed her down the bed lightly, as if she was made of glass and might break at my grasp, kissing her skin. My hands began roaming through her body, sneaking under her tank top to knead her breasts. She moaned, melting under my touch, closing her eyes and surrending. I teased her nipples, feeling them growing hard between my fingers, her soft whimper as a response.
My whole body shudders in arousal for her. She has that power over me, when she arches her back to remove her tank top, exposing her breasts to me, her stomach, waiting for me. I bent to ravish her nipples, biting lightly, sucking, lapping, kissing my way down her body to her navel, playing with the soft skin I find there. She squirms, restless, buckling her hips towards me, silently asking me to take off her sweat pants. I take them off, leaving her completely naked on the bed, eyes closed, laboured breath. She’s so beautiful, so luscious.
My hands move slowly from her ankle, to her calves until I reach her thighs. She opens her eyes and stare at me, chocolate eyes melting with lust and desire. She watches me closely as I slowly probe her with my fingers untill I reach her wet core. She whimper loud when my finger touch her clit, her sound sending eletrical shocks straight to my penis. I’m growing hard just by watching her, her face contorted in pained ecstasy, as I slip a finger between her folds, rubbing her, spreading her wetness, feeling it increase. She’s so hot, so wet. I bent to lick her, taking her swollen clit into my mouth, causing her to buckle her hips aimlessly against my face. I trace with my tongue the same patterns I did with my finger, tasting her and enjoying the way her thighs quiver beside my face.
“Yeah... yes, yes... oh, Vaughn, make me come, baby... yeah...” she mumbles, gripping the sheets by her side, tugging at them, while buckling restless against me. I know she’s close and feel her coming, her whole body shaking against me.
I move up to her body, laying by her side, waiting until she calms down, her breathing still harsh and uneven. She has the most beautiful and blissful expresion upon her face, I love to watch her coming, feel her coming around me. Because of me.
Her eyes flash open and she looks at me, a lustful stare. Before I could manage a reaction, she’s straddling me, stripping my clothes and kissing my chest, ravishing me the way I did with her.
“You’re so beautiful... you’re so beautiful, I love you so much” she mumbles against my skin, kissing the path of hair that lead to my cock, stopping a moment to look at my face. I look at back to her, waiting.
“So, so, so much” she continues her mumbling while she dig her nails into my thighs, making me moan loud. Syd grazes her nails lightly over and around my balls, making me grow imposibly harder.
“Yeah, baby” I try to speak, but all that comes out is a moan. It seems that something is pounding inside my head, but in a good way. It seems that liquid fire is cursing in my veins, making me dizzy and somehow I find it so hard to breathe, so hard to think. All I can feel and concentrate is the pleasure Syd is giving me. Without a warn, she closes her wet lips around me and it’s my turn to jerk my hips against her, but I’m afraid I could choke her.
She takes me as deep as she can, sucking and clenching her throat around me. My cock throbs, I could come right now if she continues this sweet torture.
Syd lets me out of her mouth and moves to straddle me again, her eyes locking with mine. With her hands she hold me and guides me inside her, slowly, achingly slowly and I’m enveloped by her wetness, she’s so hot and tight around me that I find it hard to breath. I have to close my eyes and stop for a moment to regain control.
“Fuck me, Michael. I want you to come inside me.” She coaxes me, thrusting her hips against me. We start to move together, matching out thrusts, doing the dance we know so well by now. I know exaclty what she needs, what she wants, and she knows how to please me and how to do it. She clenches her inner walls around me and rises her body, letting me slip out of her, taking me in when she lowers. She does that again and again, always clenching her walls. I feel myself reaching the edge quickly, holding her hips, trying to grab her breasts, but they seem so far, all I can do is lie there, feeling and letting the orgasm take me, coming inside her.
Sydney is lying by my side, her sweaty body shaking lightly next to me. I pull her into my arms, holding her tight and close. She moves so she’s atop me, our legs tangled and her hair all around our faces. She laughes.
“I’m so glad that doesn’t make me sick” she says.
“Shhh, shut up! Never mention that!”
We both laugh, our bodies vibrating against each other. It seems there’s a fog surrounding us and it’s so pleasant that I don’t want ever let it go.
She bites my earlobe, her hair and scent all over my face. When her tongue traces a wet line along my earlobe I feel my whole body shiver again.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel like I could have sex with you the whole night”
“You do, huh?” I said, a grin spreading across my face.
“Yeah. You make me wet. All I want to do now is blow you, until you come hard into my mouth”
Before I could say anything, she slips off me and down so she is between my legs. She’s eager, she’s hungy and she holds me in her hands, squeezing me before taking me into her mouth. It’s my turn to grip and tug at the sheets, arching my back against her. I feel my cock growing hard into her mouth, her tongue swirling lazyly and steady over my tip, licking me clean; she licks my whole length, sucking one ball each time into her mouth, smiling under my moans and groans of ecstasy.
“Sydney...”
She looks up at me, while she sucks me hard, licking her way back to the tip of my penis. I watch her cheeks hollow while she sucks me, taking me in as deep as she can. God, I have to control myself not to buckle against her.
“Syd... I’m going to... oh.... yeah, baby, like this...” I groan, the pleasure is too much and I can’t take it anymore. I come hard into her mouth, watching her as she swallow. When I’m done she licks me clean again and move like cat to fall heavily by my side.
“I’m worn out” she said.
“Yeah, me too”
We look at each other, talking in our silent language, grinning like fools. This happiness is more than welcome after all we’ve been through. I can’t wait to take this woman to the chuch and make her mine forever. Can’t wait to see her wearing my ring.
“Will you marry me?”
“Why you’re asking me this again?” She laughed.
“For real, now. Let’s set a date to marry. Plan the party, I want so badly to see you in a white dress, surrounded by flowers...”
“Oh, God... here we go again... Vaughn, I don’t want a fancy wedding. We should save the money for more important things. Let’s just have a small ceremony and a party here. We have such a beautiful garden.”
I take her hand and kiss her palm, reverently. She pulls mine and kiss back.
“I take thee, Sydney Anne Bristow, as my beloved wife. I promise to love you, through sickness and health, happiness and grief, honoring and respecting you everyday, until the end of my life.”
“Promise?” she says, her eyes flooding with tears.
“Yes. Until your hair is all grey and your face covered with wrinkles. I promise.”
“I take thee, Michael William Vaughn, as my beloved husband. I promise to love you, through sickness and health, happiness and grief, honoring and respecting you everyday, until the day I die” she paused, looking at me, her fingers touching my face lightly. “You’re gonna age so well.. you’re so beautiful, Vaughn, do you know that? Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?”
“I’m not. But you love me, that’s why you say that.”
“No, I’m serious. Those green eyes, that beautiful face you have. So masculine and yet so pretty.”
I pulled her closer for another kiss. I don’t know how long we stared at each other, breaking the gaze to kiss, but it seemed like we spent the whole life doing this. I’d never get tired of this woman, never get enough of her. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, happy and sweet dreams taking both of us.
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TBC