Alias: One Of Our Own (3/10)
Title: One Of Our Own (3/10)
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Truth Takes Time
Summary: A little surprise to our superspies
One of our Own - Chapter 3
There was something different at the office today, she could tell. She didn’t know exactly what is was, but she surely would find out. Her dad was walking around, giving her a look from time to time, as if to reasure she was writing her paperwork. She hasn’t seen Vaughn yet, or Dixon. Even Marshal. But she had that huge report to finish, so she’d beter concentrate on her work.
Before her lunch break Vaughn approached her, the frown in his forehead telling her that he was worried about something.
“What’s going on, Vaughn?”
“Syd, we’ll have a debrief in thirty minutes. Your father wants you to join us”
“Sure. Do you know what this is about?”
Vaughn tried to hide, but he couldn’t. He sighed.
“We spotted Sark and your mother.”
Sydney was silent, staring at him. There were so many things she would like to know, to do, but she was sure he won’t let her.
“Where?”
“Texas. But we’ll know the details later.” Vaughn sitted by her side, pulling her hand into his. “Look, I know what you want to do, but you must promise me that you won’t.”
“Vaughn...”
“Syd. We discussed if we should tell you this, before agreeing that it wouldn’t be fair to let out out. I know how important this is for you, but...”
“Vaughn, stop. You don’t have to go through this”
“I don’t want you to go in this operation.”
“I know you won’t. And you also know that I will, anyway.”
“You won’t.”
“You bet I will”
“If you go, even without Jack’s permission, he’s gonna suspend you, or worst. He could reassign you.”
She looked at him, his face stern, worried. She didn’t want to go through this now, she didn’t want to argue with him, not now.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to have lunch now”
“At ten am?”
“Get lost, Vaughn, leave me alone.”
She left her desk, leaving the room, while Vaughn was still staring at the empty spot where she was. He wondered if this mood of hers was about the pregnancy or the knowledge that she wouldn’t be allowed to go out in this mission. Either way, he wasn’t willing to face an angry Sydney again. He had enough of this this morning and before going to bed. In fact, after this three months, he was almost getting used to this.
* * *
Sydney was late for the meeting. She left for almost two hours now and no one could find her. Jack started the debrief without her, filling the others with the details. When she finally made it to the debriefing room, Jack looked at her, pissed.
"Ok, the meeting is over. I have to talk to Sydney to... to fulfill the details."
"Good" she said.
The men left the room, leaving Syd alone with her father and Vaughn, who was still sitting on the chair, looking down. He had that frown in his face that she knew so well by now. She could tell he was displeased with her interruption, but she didn't even care.
"Ok. We were going to tell you this later, but since you're here..." Jack paused, looking from his daughter to Vaughn. "We spotted Sark trying to get in touch with a man named Robert Potter".
"Potter is a scientist, he's part of the genome project and we think Sark is trying to get his files and projects" Vaughn completed.
"Something regarding Rambaldi, our guess is that he's trying to continue Sloane's plans"
"We're sending a team to Texas, to investigate Robert Potter's projects"
Sydney paused, looking at their serious expressions.
"I want to go"
Jack and Vaughn looked at each other.
"You won't go" Jack said
"Why not?"
"Because of your condition"
"I'm not ill, I'm pregnant. And besides, if I don't get into the building with the team, I don't see why I'm not supposed to go"
"Syd, are you even listening to what your saying? I won't let you go"
"Dad, cut it off. You know pretty well that I can take care of myself."
"I said you won't go. Period. And stop arguing with me and questioning my decisions. If you stop to think for a while you'll this is the wisest decision I could take for you"
Jack left the room, leaving Vaughn under Sydney's angry stare. She crossed her arms and moved closer to him.
"You told him to not let me go, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did"
"Why? You know how important this is to me"
"That's why I advised your father. We know you won't just stay with the supervising team, you'll get into the damn building"
"I've done this a million times before"
"And you were not pregnant. I won't let you take this unnecessary risk, I'll go there with Dixon and Weiss".
"Weiss?"
"Yeah. And you'll stay here and just watch the operation."
"Vaughn, you can't just say what I'm allowed or not to do"
"I'm not, but your father, who is in charge, can. And he agrees with me with this"
"I hate when you patronize me like that. Stop acting like the jealous fiancee and just let me do what I do the best"
"It's not about jealousy and you know that. Damn, Sydney, I don't want to argue with you about something we both know I'm right."
"This is about my mother. And Sark. I still have a personal issue with this, or did you forget?"
"No, and there is another reason. You'll let your issues cloud your judgment."
"Vaughn, I'm a fucking CIA agent! My judgement never is clouded by anything."
"Oh, yeah? And what about now?"
"It just drives me crazy when you act like I'm incapable of doing this"
"It's not about being fucking incapable or not, it's about you being too stubborn to stop and think about it for a while. Are you really willing to risk your child just because of this pursuit? Are you? If you say you are I think I don't know you as I think I did."
Sydney stopped, pondering his words for a moment. She was angry, she felt as if she was betrayed for being left out of this operation.
"Ok. You're right. But if you had come to me and told me what's going on maybe I wouldn't feel like that."
"Syd... I'm sorry, but you know I'm right. And you shouldn't be that angry, this can't be good for the baby"
Oh, this pregnancy was pissing her already. Not the pregancy, but the fact that Vaughn was treating her like she was made of glass.
“Syd?”
“Do you remember what happened the last time you were face to face with Sark, don’t you? Who saved your ass?”
Vaughn paused. She could tell he was getting very irritated with her about this whole conversation.
“Look, I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. I’d rather let Sark and Derevko free than putting you under an unnecessary risk. Now if you excuse me I have other things to do” he rose from the chair, leaving the room.
* * *
It was such a beautiful day, a sunny and warm, but not too hot, day. Just enough to make a person feel comfortable. Syd was walking over the grass, so green and fluff that she wondered if they had anyone to take care of that. A warm breeze blew over her face and hair, it felt good.
She felt good, felt fresh and clean, felt calm. She continued the walking, until she saw a group of people, gathered around something she couldn’t see what it was. They were all dressed in black and only then she realized that she was in a cemetery; what is she doing in a cemetery? And why I’m dressed in black too, she thought, looking at her clothing. She was wearing a black dress and a hat, to protect her from the sun, but she was barefoot. She continued to walk, maybe she knew the person who died.
Several faces turned in her direction. They looked at her, pity in their eyes, many unknown faces; faces she never saw before in her life. Then she saw Will. And Francie. And Weiss, and Kendall. Even Sloane was there, a sly smile upon his face. What’s going on here? Who died, anyway? Was it her father? Her mother? A little girl came running into her arms, she was about five years old and had brown hair. The little girl cried and she looked strangely like herself when she was a child. She hugged Sydney, hugged her tight, as if she was scared, afraid or sad, very sad. Maybe she was, maybe she was mourning too.
“Where were you, mommy?” she said, between sobs. Sydney caressed the little girl’s hair, tenderly. When she looked at her face she saw Vaughn’s green eyes.
She pulled Syd by her hand, to the group of people who was, all of them now, staring at her. She saw pity in their eyes, consternation. But she wanted to know who died.
“Where is Vaughn? And my father?” she asked to the crowd, her hand among the girl’s tiny hands. No one answered her. Syd saw Francie crying, trying to hide behind Will.
“What’s going on here?” she asked again.
The she saw Jack, approaching her slowly, he pulled her into her arms and hugged her tight, like he never did before in his whole life. That felt good. That felt right, as if they spent the whole life hugging and sharing emotions with each other. He kissed her forehead lightly, letting her go slowly.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m truly sorry”
“What’s going on?” she was scared now, almost in panic. She knew what he was going to say next.
“We wanted to tell you before, but we couldn’t find you. I didn’t want you to know it like that”
“Like what? What do you mean? Who died, dad? And where’s Vaughn?”
He looked at her as if he was about to cry. Odd. Her father never cried. Maybe once in a lifetime he shed a silent tear, but never cry, like he was about to do now.
“Vaughn is dead, Sydney. Sark killed him”
She needed a moment to feel it. To think, regain her thoughts. Vaughn dead? How? When? Why? This didn’t make any sense. At all. And who the hell was this little girl tugging her hand who called her mom? She was crying too and she remind Syd so much of herself... she saw when Jack took the child in his arms and carried her away from her. She could barely hear her words
“What’s going on, grandpa? Mommy is mad at me?”
Syd turned her back to the funeral. She couldn’t see it. Before she could notice, she was running away from the crowd of people, among the graves, to hide far away. Oddly, she couldn’t cry, she didn’t feel the tears running down her eyes. She thought that she would lose ground if Vaughn died, that she would break and never fix agan, but this feeling was weird. Like everything in this odd place.
Syd crouched among the graves, siting on the ground. No one could see her now and she couldn’t see anyone. She was looking at the picture of a man over the grave where she was when she heard a voice.
“Are you happy now, Syd?”
She was startled and turned to see who was. It was Vaughn. But... how?
“Vaughn?!”
“You said you love me, but you were willing to let Sark kill me. And now you can’t even mourn my death.” He was dressed in his suit, wearing a pair of sunglasses. “Go back to your child and I hope you can sleep at night knowing that you were responsible for what happened to me”
Syd woke up startled. It was dark in the room and she knew she had a dream, but Vaughn wasn’t by her side at the bed. She felt cold, sweat running down her face and neck.
She left the bed and saw the lights of his study room on. He must be there.
“Syd? What’s up?”
Her face was pale and she looked scared. Vaughn was typing in his laptop and stopped to look at her. She moved closer to him and sat on his lap, curling her body against him, not saying a word. She just looked at him, caressing his hair.
“Syd? Did you had a nightmare?”
“Yes. It was odd and scary.” She said, hugging him tight, wrapping her arms all over him.
She buried her face in his neck and Vaughn hugged her back, feeling how wet she was with sweat.
“Oh, my God, that must’ve been a very bad dream.”
“It was your funeral”
He chuckled soflty, rocking her lighty in his lap
“I’m not going to die, honey. It was just a dream, that’s ok.”
But she was scared and wouldn’t just let it go. Syd felt as if it was some kind of premonition, that she should do something about this. Rising her head to look at him, she spoke.
“I’ll go with you to Texas.”
“Syd...”
“I’m going. Period. If you don’t let me go, I’ll go on my own and meet you there. You can’t deny me this, Vaughn, you just can’t. You know why the hell I want to go, you know I won’t feel comfortable if I just let you by yourself.”
“Sydney, you’re overreacting, you’re saying this because of the preg...”
“Stopping blaming the pregnacy on all our arguments. I’m going. That’s over.”
He sighed heavily. He was just too tired of discussing with her, fighting with her. In three months they had more arguments than ever.
“Ok. Your father is gonna kill me, but that’s ok. Just, Syd...”
“I’ll be careful.”
Vaughn pulled her tenderly closer, kissing her chest.
“I’m smelling bad, let me take a shower.”
“Syd, it’s two am in the morning....” he said, with a fun smile on his face.
She left his lap, giving him one of those come-hither looks he loved so much. Before she could reach the bathroom’s door, he was behind her.
“This never fails.” She said, letting him take her mouth in his and kissing her hard, while opening the door and pushing them both into the bathroom. Vaughn pressed her against the wall, continuing the kissing and taking off his clothes. He was ready to go to bed, but he
didn’t care anymore.
“Who said you were invited to the shower?” she teased him
“Who said I wanna take a shower?”
It was her turn to strip off her clothing. He pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her bare breasts to him. He smiled when he saw the nipples taut, knowing that she was as turned on as he was. In one quick move he pulled out her shorts, leaving her naked in front of him.
“I thought you were working...”
“Fuck work” he said, entering the shower and pulling her with him. When he opened the faucett and the cold water fell heavily over them, she screamed.
“The other one!”
“Sorry!”
They both giggled. Vaughn was all wet now and laughing. When the hot water hit their skin in a welcome cascade, they began kissing again, drinking into each other and the water. She loved this, when, in the middle of the night, out of reason, they both began their foreplay, she loved when he teased her, when he pushed her when she wasn’t willing to have sex until she was all wet and ready for him. He was specially skillfull for this task.
Vaughn kissed her neck, licking down a hot path to her chest, pulling her up, against the wall, holding her ass to keep her up, so he could take a nipple into his mouth, he sucked lightly, swirling his tongue around, before tugging and bitting. Sydney moaned, feeling the wetness increasing between her legs. That was so good, so right. His erection was growing hard against her thigh, she knew how her moans could turn him on. She loved the feeling, the power she had over him. She loved being the one who lived with him, who made love to him every night. She loved him beyond words.
They didn’t speak for a long while. No need to. He probed her clit with his fingers to elicit a moan from her mouth, watching closely her reactions. She was so wet and hot, and he was so eager to feel it around him. He teased her with the tip of his cock, making her quiver, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing their bodies together. He entered her slowly, pausing to feel each other, taking the time to watch her. She had her eyes closed, concentrating on the blissful sensation and feeling her inner walls stretching slowly. She breathed, a laboured breath, as he started to move slowly in and out of her, giving her time to colect herself. He also needed that time.
They had such a hard day, too many emotions; he felt anger, love, hatred, he wanted to slap her several times, the same amount of times he wanted to kiss her soflty or caress her hair and tell her how much he loved her. He thought he was kinda getting mood swings too because of the pregnancy. Sometimes he felt sick with her. Sometimes he was so pissed with her silly burts of cry that he couldn’t just stand stay in the same room with her. Sometimes he wanted to leave work earlier to spend time with her, just cuddling. Sometimes he wanted to pin her against the wall, like he was doing now, and ravish her body, make love to her wildly and make her lose herself and all her senses. He wanted all, he wanted to protect her, to love her, to be her friend, to be her father, to be her lover, to be her husband. To be the father of her child.
He smiled, while thrusting into her, carefully, staring into her brown and hazy eyes. He could see the fog around her, not only the steam from their hot bath, but the steam for their love, their consumated passion. Sydney closed her eyes, clenching her teeth. He knew it so well by now, he could see and feel all her reactions. He felt when she came, the spams around his cock, against him, he felt when she sighed heavily, too tired to even move, before he came too, letting those spasms take him.
Syd slid slowly down the wall, trying to keep her balance. She breathed hard, pulling him closer to her for a kiss, licking down his neck and his chest.
“We have to wake up early tomorrow... we should go to bed” she said against his skin.
“Yeah”
Vaughn pulled her head up, to look at him, by entwining his fingers in her hair. They kissed again, he was feeling the despair in her acts, though he couldn’t understand why she was acting like this.
“Come on, Syd, let’s go to bed” he said, closing the water and pulling out of the shower, pulling her hand. They dried up with a huge towel and went to the bedroom. When he turned on the lamp light, he could see the worry in her eyes.
“Syd? What’s going on?” he asked, lying on the bed and pulling the covers around them.
“I don’t know. I have this feeling... it’s a bad feeling... about Texas, tomorrow.”
“Sweetie...” he started
“I know, I know, but I can’t help it.”
“Nothing is going to happen.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well, I swear I’m not going to die, if that’s what’s worring you”
“Stop mocking me. I’m serious.”
“Since when did you become a psychic?”
She didn’t say anything. Vaughn chuckled lightly and pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead.
“Goodnight, Syd. Don’t worry, ok?”
“I’ll try”
TBC
Pairing: Syd/Vaughn
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Truth Takes Time
Summary: A little surprise to our superspies
One of our Own - Chapter 3
There was something different at the office today, she could tell. She didn’t know exactly what is was, but she surely would find out. Her dad was walking around, giving her a look from time to time, as if to reasure she was writing her paperwork. She hasn’t seen Vaughn yet, or Dixon. Even Marshal. But she had that huge report to finish, so she’d beter concentrate on her work.
Before her lunch break Vaughn approached her, the frown in his forehead telling her that he was worried about something.
“What’s going on, Vaughn?”
“Syd, we’ll have a debrief in thirty minutes. Your father wants you to join us”
“Sure. Do you know what this is about?”
Vaughn tried to hide, but he couldn’t. He sighed.
“We spotted Sark and your mother.”
Sydney was silent, staring at him. There were so many things she would like to know, to do, but she was sure he won’t let her.
“Where?”
“Texas. But we’ll know the details later.” Vaughn sitted by her side, pulling her hand into his. “Look, I know what you want to do, but you must promise me that you won’t.”
“Vaughn...”
“Syd. We discussed if we should tell you this, before agreeing that it wouldn’t be fair to let out out. I know how important this is for you, but...”
“Vaughn, stop. You don’t have to go through this”
“I don’t want you to go in this operation.”
“I know you won’t. And you also know that I will, anyway.”
“You won’t.”
“You bet I will”
“If you go, even without Jack’s permission, he’s gonna suspend you, or worst. He could reassign you.”
She looked at him, his face stern, worried. She didn’t want to go through this now, she didn’t want to argue with him, not now.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to have lunch now”
“At ten am?”
“Get lost, Vaughn, leave me alone.”
She left her desk, leaving the room, while Vaughn was still staring at the empty spot where she was. He wondered if this mood of hers was about the pregnancy or the knowledge that she wouldn’t be allowed to go out in this mission. Either way, he wasn’t willing to face an angry Sydney again. He had enough of this this morning and before going to bed. In fact, after this three months, he was almost getting used to this.
* * *
Sydney was late for the meeting. She left for almost two hours now and no one could find her. Jack started the debrief without her, filling the others with the details. When she finally made it to the debriefing room, Jack looked at her, pissed.
"Ok, the meeting is over. I have to talk to Sydney to... to fulfill the details."
"Good" she said.
The men left the room, leaving Syd alone with her father and Vaughn, who was still sitting on the chair, looking down. He had that frown in his face that she knew so well by now. She could tell he was displeased with her interruption, but she didn't even care.
"Ok. We were going to tell you this later, but since you're here..." Jack paused, looking from his daughter to Vaughn. "We spotted Sark trying to get in touch with a man named Robert Potter".
"Potter is a scientist, he's part of the genome project and we think Sark is trying to get his files and projects" Vaughn completed.
"Something regarding Rambaldi, our guess is that he's trying to continue Sloane's plans"
"We're sending a team to Texas, to investigate Robert Potter's projects"
Sydney paused, looking at their serious expressions.
"I want to go"
Jack and Vaughn looked at each other.
"You won't go" Jack said
"Why not?"
"Because of your condition"
"I'm not ill, I'm pregnant. And besides, if I don't get into the building with the team, I don't see why I'm not supposed to go"
"Syd, are you even listening to what your saying? I won't let you go"
"Dad, cut it off. You know pretty well that I can take care of myself."
"I said you won't go. Period. And stop arguing with me and questioning my decisions. If you stop to think for a while you'll this is the wisest decision I could take for you"
Jack left the room, leaving Vaughn under Sydney's angry stare. She crossed her arms and moved closer to him.
"You told him to not let me go, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did"
"Why? You know how important this is to me"
"That's why I advised your father. We know you won't just stay with the supervising team, you'll get into the damn building"
"I've done this a million times before"
"And you were not pregnant. I won't let you take this unnecessary risk, I'll go there with Dixon and Weiss".
"Weiss?"
"Yeah. And you'll stay here and just watch the operation."
"Vaughn, you can't just say what I'm allowed or not to do"
"I'm not, but your father, who is in charge, can. And he agrees with me with this"
"I hate when you patronize me like that. Stop acting like the jealous fiancee and just let me do what I do the best"
"It's not about jealousy and you know that. Damn, Sydney, I don't want to argue with you about something we both know I'm right."
"This is about my mother. And Sark. I still have a personal issue with this, or did you forget?"
"No, and there is another reason. You'll let your issues cloud your judgment."
"Vaughn, I'm a fucking CIA agent! My judgement never is clouded by anything."
"Oh, yeah? And what about now?"
"It just drives me crazy when you act like I'm incapable of doing this"
"It's not about being fucking incapable or not, it's about you being too stubborn to stop and think about it for a while. Are you really willing to risk your child just because of this pursuit? Are you? If you say you are I think I don't know you as I think I did."
Sydney stopped, pondering his words for a moment. She was angry, she felt as if she was betrayed for being left out of this operation.
"Ok. You're right. But if you had come to me and told me what's going on maybe I wouldn't feel like that."
"Syd... I'm sorry, but you know I'm right. And you shouldn't be that angry, this can't be good for the baby"
Oh, this pregnancy was pissing her already. Not the pregancy, but the fact that Vaughn was treating her like she was made of glass.
“Syd?”
“Do you remember what happened the last time you were face to face with Sark, don’t you? Who saved your ass?”
Vaughn paused. She could tell he was getting very irritated with her about this whole conversation.
“Look, I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. I’d rather let Sark and Derevko free than putting you under an unnecessary risk. Now if you excuse me I have other things to do” he rose from the chair, leaving the room.
* * *
It was such a beautiful day, a sunny and warm, but not too hot, day. Just enough to make a person feel comfortable. Syd was walking over the grass, so green and fluff that she wondered if they had anyone to take care of that. A warm breeze blew over her face and hair, it felt good.
She felt good, felt fresh and clean, felt calm. She continued the walking, until she saw a group of people, gathered around something she couldn’t see what it was. They were all dressed in black and only then she realized that she was in a cemetery; what is she doing in a cemetery? And why I’m dressed in black too, she thought, looking at her clothing. She was wearing a black dress and a hat, to protect her from the sun, but she was barefoot. She continued to walk, maybe she knew the person who died.
Several faces turned in her direction. They looked at her, pity in their eyes, many unknown faces; faces she never saw before in her life. Then she saw Will. And Francie. And Weiss, and Kendall. Even Sloane was there, a sly smile upon his face. What’s going on here? Who died, anyway? Was it her father? Her mother? A little girl came running into her arms, she was about five years old and had brown hair. The little girl cried and she looked strangely like herself when she was a child. She hugged Sydney, hugged her tight, as if she was scared, afraid or sad, very sad. Maybe she was, maybe she was mourning too.
“Where were you, mommy?” she said, between sobs. Sydney caressed the little girl’s hair, tenderly. When she looked at her face she saw Vaughn’s green eyes.
She pulled Syd by her hand, to the group of people who was, all of them now, staring at her. She saw pity in their eyes, consternation. But she wanted to know who died.
“Where is Vaughn? And my father?” she asked to the crowd, her hand among the girl’s tiny hands. No one answered her. Syd saw Francie crying, trying to hide behind Will.
“What’s going on here?” she asked again.
The she saw Jack, approaching her slowly, he pulled her into her arms and hugged her tight, like he never did before in his whole life. That felt good. That felt right, as if they spent the whole life hugging and sharing emotions with each other. He kissed her forehead lightly, letting her go slowly.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m truly sorry”
“What’s going on?” she was scared now, almost in panic. She knew what he was going to say next.
“We wanted to tell you before, but we couldn’t find you. I didn’t want you to know it like that”
“Like what? What do you mean? Who died, dad? And where’s Vaughn?”
He looked at her as if he was about to cry. Odd. Her father never cried. Maybe once in a lifetime he shed a silent tear, but never cry, like he was about to do now.
“Vaughn is dead, Sydney. Sark killed him”
She needed a moment to feel it. To think, regain her thoughts. Vaughn dead? How? When? Why? This didn’t make any sense. At all. And who the hell was this little girl tugging her hand who called her mom? She was crying too and she remind Syd so much of herself... she saw when Jack took the child in his arms and carried her away from her. She could barely hear her words
“What’s going on, grandpa? Mommy is mad at me?”
Syd turned her back to the funeral. She couldn’t see it. Before she could notice, she was running away from the crowd of people, among the graves, to hide far away. Oddly, she couldn’t cry, she didn’t feel the tears running down her eyes. She thought that she would lose ground if Vaughn died, that she would break and never fix agan, but this feeling was weird. Like everything in this odd place.
Syd crouched among the graves, siting on the ground. No one could see her now and she couldn’t see anyone. She was looking at the picture of a man over the grave where she was when she heard a voice.
“Are you happy now, Syd?”
She was startled and turned to see who was. It was Vaughn. But... how?
“Vaughn?!”
“You said you love me, but you were willing to let Sark kill me. And now you can’t even mourn my death.” He was dressed in his suit, wearing a pair of sunglasses. “Go back to your child and I hope you can sleep at night knowing that you were responsible for what happened to me”
Syd woke up startled. It was dark in the room and she knew she had a dream, but Vaughn wasn’t by her side at the bed. She felt cold, sweat running down her face and neck.
She left the bed and saw the lights of his study room on. He must be there.
“Syd? What’s up?”
Her face was pale and she looked scared. Vaughn was typing in his laptop and stopped to look at her. She moved closer to him and sat on his lap, curling her body against him, not saying a word. She just looked at him, caressing his hair.
“Syd? Did you had a nightmare?”
“Yes. It was odd and scary.” She said, hugging him tight, wrapping her arms all over him.
She buried her face in his neck and Vaughn hugged her back, feeling how wet she was with sweat.
“Oh, my God, that must’ve been a very bad dream.”
“It was your funeral”
He chuckled soflty, rocking her lighty in his lap
“I’m not going to die, honey. It was just a dream, that’s ok.”
But she was scared and wouldn’t just let it go. Syd felt as if it was some kind of premonition, that she should do something about this. Rising her head to look at him, she spoke.
“I’ll go with you to Texas.”
“Syd...”
“I’m going. Period. If you don’t let me go, I’ll go on my own and meet you there. You can’t deny me this, Vaughn, you just can’t. You know why the hell I want to go, you know I won’t feel comfortable if I just let you by yourself.”
“Sydney, you’re overreacting, you’re saying this because of the preg...”
“Stopping blaming the pregnacy on all our arguments. I’m going. That’s over.”
He sighed heavily. He was just too tired of discussing with her, fighting with her. In three months they had more arguments than ever.
“Ok. Your father is gonna kill me, but that’s ok. Just, Syd...”
“I’ll be careful.”
Vaughn pulled her tenderly closer, kissing her chest.
“I’m smelling bad, let me take a shower.”
“Syd, it’s two am in the morning....” he said, with a fun smile on his face.
She left his lap, giving him one of those come-hither looks he loved so much. Before she could reach the bathroom’s door, he was behind her.
“This never fails.” She said, letting him take her mouth in his and kissing her hard, while opening the door and pushing them both into the bathroom. Vaughn pressed her against the wall, continuing the kissing and taking off his clothes. He was ready to go to bed, but he
didn’t care anymore.
“Who said you were invited to the shower?” she teased him
“Who said I wanna take a shower?”
It was her turn to strip off her clothing. He pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her bare breasts to him. He smiled when he saw the nipples taut, knowing that she was as turned on as he was. In one quick move he pulled out her shorts, leaving her naked in front of him.
“I thought you were working...”
“Fuck work” he said, entering the shower and pulling her with him. When he opened the faucett and the cold water fell heavily over them, she screamed.
“The other one!”
“Sorry!”
They both giggled. Vaughn was all wet now and laughing. When the hot water hit their skin in a welcome cascade, they began kissing again, drinking into each other and the water. She loved this, when, in the middle of the night, out of reason, they both began their foreplay, she loved when he teased her, when he pushed her when she wasn’t willing to have sex until she was all wet and ready for him. He was specially skillfull for this task.
Vaughn kissed her neck, licking down a hot path to her chest, pulling her up, against the wall, holding her ass to keep her up, so he could take a nipple into his mouth, he sucked lightly, swirling his tongue around, before tugging and bitting. Sydney moaned, feeling the wetness increasing between her legs. That was so good, so right. His erection was growing hard against her thigh, she knew how her moans could turn him on. She loved the feeling, the power she had over him. She loved being the one who lived with him, who made love to him every night. She loved him beyond words.
They didn’t speak for a long while. No need to. He probed her clit with his fingers to elicit a moan from her mouth, watching closely her reactions. She was so wet and hot, and he was so eager to feel it around him. He teased her with the tip of his cock, making her quiver, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing their bodies together. He entered her slowly, pausing to feel each other, taking the time to watch her. She had her eyes closed, concentrating on the blissful sensation and feeling her inner walls stretching slowly. She breathed, a laboured breath, as he started to move slowly in and out of her, giving her time to colect herself. He also needed that time.
They had such a hard day, too many emotions; he felt anger, love, hatred, he wanted to slap her several times, the same amount of times he wanted to kiss her soflty or caress her hair and tell her how much he loved her. He thought he was kinda getting mood swings too because of the pregnancy. Sometimes he felt sick with her. Sometimes he was so pissed with her silly burts of cry that he couldn’t just stand stay in the same room with her. Sometimes he wanted to leave work earlier to spend time with her, just cuddling. Sometimes he wanted to pin her against the wall, like he was doing now, and ravish her body, make love to her wildly and make her lose herself and all her senses. He wanted all, he wanted to protect her, to love her, to be her friend, to be her father, to be her lover, to be her husband. To be the father of her child.
He smiled, while thrusting into her, carefully, staring into her brown and hazy eyes. He could see the fog around her, not only the steam from their hot bath, but the steam for their love, their consumated passion. Sydney closed her eyes, clenching her teeth. He knew it so well by now, he could see and feel all her reactions. He felt when she came, the spams around his cock, against him, he felt when she sighed heavily, too tired to even move, before he came too, letting those spasms take him.
Syd slid slowly down the wall, trying to keep her balance. She breathed hard, pulling him closer to her for a kiss, licking down his neck and his chest.
“We have to wake up early tomorrow... we should go to bed” she said against his skin.
“Yeah”
Vaughn pulled her head up, to look at him, by entwining his fingers in her hair. They kissed again, he was feeling the despair in her acts, though he couldn’t understand why she was acting like this.
“Come on, Syd, let’s go to bed” he said, closing the water and pulling out of the shower, pulling her hand. They dried up with a huge towel and went to the bedroom. When he turned on the lamp light, he could see the worry in her eyes.
“Syd? What’s going on?” he asked, lying on the bed and pulling the covers around them.
“I don’t know. I have this feeling... it’s a bad feeling... about Texas, tomorrow.”
“Sweetie...” he started
“I know, I know, but I can’t help it.”
“Nothing is going to happen.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well, I swear I’m not going to die, if that’s what’s worring you”
“Stop mocking me. I’m serious.”
“Since when did you become a psychic?”
She didn’t say anything. Vaughn chuckled lightly and pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead.
“Goodnight, Syd. Don’t worry, ok?”
“I’ll try”
TBC