This was written in about 10 minutes after re-watching the clip that thrace_ just posted. Just a little random snippet before bed and the first fic I've written in a long time. Enjoy.
Title: Get a grip
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Sydney/Rachael
Rating: almost totally innocent
Length: 375
“I wish I could still fit into those.”
For a minute I can't think. All I can see are those eyes looking up at me and for a timeless moment I think I see desire there.
She wants to get into my pants? I know this is only the sleep deprivation talking but some how I can't seem to get the thought out of my head.
Then as soon as the look was there it is gone again and she is asking me about how I slept and I'm answering with those stock replies that I seem to be living off at the moment.
I know I'm staring, I know I am giving the whole game away with the way that I'm looking at her. But having Sydney sitting on the floor, her hands reaching up to me for help is almost too much for me.
I could pull a little too hard, have to catch her. Have her in my arms for just a second.
I don't though. I've never made the first move in my life. Well not with out a health dose of tequila anyway.
I want to tell her how beautiful she is. How much I admire her strength and her courage.
“You.. are... um... must be so excited.”
There, the sleepiness almost won out again. I really can't be around this woman when I first wake up. Unless of course I'm looking down at her, running my fingers along her...
I have got to get a grip. She is pouring her heart out to me here and all I can think of is how great she smells and how soft her skin looks.
“It's a little overwhelming.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Talk about the understatement of the year.
She frowns a little at that. Maybe she's onto me, maybe she'll call my bluff.
“You know you can stay here as long as you want Rachael.”
Or maybe she thinks I'm thinking about my family. When right now my out of it brain can only concentrate on the way her top clings to the side of her breasts.
I really need to get a grip.