Sydney groaned when her alarm clock started beeping. She hated early morning meetings after long assignments. Her body, while in excellent condition, was screaming in protest as she stretched out. And, when her alarm clock suddenly stopped beeping, her body yelped as she bolted into an upright sitting position.
Sark looked back at her, inches away, with his finger still on the alarm clock's button. "Good morning, sunshine."
"Agent Sunshine," she ground out without flinching.
He smirked. "Yes. Well, good morning, whoever you are today."
"How'd you get in here?"
"The door. Don't worry, your friends didn't see me."
Sydney tilted her head and listened to the sounds of Will and Francie getting breakfast ready in their kitchen. He smiled and added, "Of course, they were sleeping when I came in."
"You---"
"Hold on---"
She hissed. "You've been here since last night?! You've been watching me sleep?!"
"Do you ever wonder if Sloane was doing some matchmaking by putting us---"
She groaned and flopped back down onto the bed. "No. Last week was a mistake. I didn't even like it."
The instant the words left her mouth, she regretted saying them. On assignment for SD-6 with Sark, with her CIA handler, Eric Weiss, trying to supervise the entire operation, she had had the best sex of her life.
Against a brick wall.
In a dirty alley in London.
With Sark.
He grinned. "You came twice, Sydney. I'd love to see what happens when you do enjoy it."
She shivered as her mind traveled back to that night. Going radio silent with Dixon had been easy to do---he expected it at least once every operation. Weiss hated being disconnected from her; he was overprotective, and, as far as Sydney could tell, developing feelings for her. She had managed to turn the CIA radio off the very instant her argument with Sark grew too intense. When they met up the next day, Weiss lectured her using his safe, comforting eyes to his advantage.
But it didn't matter, because as Sark said, she had had two orgasms.
She tried to forget... how his hands felt on her, under her shirt, teasing her in the beginning... how his lips felt against hers, sucking and nibbling and demanding more... how his body felt firm when she dug into it with her hot fingers, daring him to give her exactly what her own body craved... how he felt pounding into her, pinning her to the scratchy brick wall, marking her skin with a reminder of how explosive they were...
It was pointless to even try to forget.
He sat down on her bed. "You're blushing, Agent Sunshine."
"Go! I have to get ready for a meeting with my professor---"
"We have time," he said quietly, staring at her with eyes that were anything but bashful. She could see exactly what he wanted to do to her and it made her cheeks heat up.
She swallowed and shook her head, breaking the eye contact he had trapped her in. "No. We don't. We don't. Not for this. For sex. No."
He smirked and moved his hand towards her face. "So call him and make some time," he said, once catching her chin between his fingers and turning her face to look at him.
"No," she said as he leaned in closer, studying her eyes and her lips. She shook her head as best as she could, still in his gentle hold. He leaned in a brushed his lips over hers so lightly that she could barely tell he had kissed her. "No," she tried again, trying more desperately to sound firm.
She knew she sounded ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. He smiled a little and kissed along her jaw with the same gentle caress of lips. She felt the room spin a couple of times and then she tried again: "No..."
Sark smiled more, the curve of his lips stretching into a grin as he lifted his head to watch her eyes darken. He brought a finger up from his other hand and without releasing her chin, he traced over her lips lightly with his fingertip.
"I'll bet you're wet already."
He would have won that bet if he dared to check. She bit her lip and shook her head away from his hands, the memories of their coupling the week before haunting and preventing her from speaking.
Using his catlike graces, he eased himself down to her level and pulled the covers off of her. "I don't like fluffy flannel as much as the leather skirt, but I do so adore what's underneath---"
Sydney tried to swallow her moan, but his hand was on her and she couldn't hide her reaction.
"Now, Sydney, you have to be quiet. If your little friends hear... there could be some problems, don't you think?"
"Bastard," she cursed. "Let me go. I need to go to school---"
He sat up and found her phone. "Ah, Agent Sunshine, you know that's a small problem, and there's a very simple solution." He turned and passed her the receiver. "You know the number?"
"Yes," she grumbled, picking the phone up and calling her father, because she knew he'd understand if she started talking to him about her professor and a meeting. He could play along almost as well as she could.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is Professor Walkins in?"
"Hang on one moment, please," he said smoothly. She heard some noise in the background and then he said, in a much deeper voice. "Walkins."
"Hi, Professor, it's Sydney Bristow calling," she started, as Sark lifted her shirt up and bent down to kiss the skin he uncovered. She inhaled sharply. "I won't be able to make it... to our meeting at the library."
Sark chuckled and traveled down as he tugged her pants off. He grinned when he saw the black thong and let his finger trace over the straps. Sydney shivered and listened to her father's reply: "Well, that's too bad. My T.A., Eric, was looking forward to discussing your paper with you."
"I know," Sydney responded, trying to sound disappointed. "It would have been stimulating, I'm sure, but now's really not a good time."
Sark grinned and kissed her clothed core. She fought to smother a whimper.
Jack sighed. "Okay. Maybe tonight?"
"Tonight sounds great, actually. Your office?"
"Perfect. Let's make it eight o'clock. I have a faculty meeting at ten," Jack said.
Sydney smiled as she felt Sark's hands sliding underneath her tank top, tickling her ribs. "Perfect. I'll see you then, then."
Sark snatched the phone up and tossed it across the room. "Bye, bye professor," he murmured, tugging her shirt off and tossing it after the phone. "You know, I really hope he doesn't get to meet with you like this."
Sydney's eyes popped open. "Are you kidding?"
"Well, you two were awfully friendly, and---"
"Oh, god. You're a jealous spyfreak! You know that?"
He grinned and kissed her hip. "I love terms of endearment. Of course, I have to find one for you, now."
She groaned and turned her head to the side. A crack of light between the door frame and the door caught her eye. "The door---"
"An adventure," he purred. "Better be quiet."
"Sark---"
"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her stomach before traveling higher. "I haven't told you how much I love that little thong on you."
"You shouldn't---"
"Oh, but I already have, and you adored it... and I adored it. We should do it again. Especially before we go into work. Then I have something pleasant to think about."
She couldn't help but laugh. He had a point. He was evil, but he was sexy and he had a point.
His hands were moving again. His mouth followed. She whimpered and then silently cursed herself for being so weak. He chuckled and bit down on her thigh. Sydney bolted up into a sitting position, whimpering more loudly.
"Why, Agent Sunshine..." Sark whispered.
Another woman's voice was on the other side of the door. "Syd?"
Sydney gasped and kicked Sark off the bed. He landed with a loud thud.
Sydney reached for her bathrobe as Francie opened the door. "Francie? What's wrong?" She said, trying to be graceful as she walked towards her friend while the blond intruder recovered on the other side of the bed. "You... didn't knock."
"I heard some pretty weird noises and I was worried you were having another of those nightmares," her friend said while touching Sydney's terrycloth-covered arm.
Sydney smiled, trying to keep her cheeks from blushing. "Yeah. Thanks... I wasn't, but thanks."
"Okay..." Francie's dark eyes studied her. "Are you sure you're okay? You look ruffled."
"I was getting into my robe when you knocked," Sydney tried to lie, but she knew she wasn't doing it properly, and she knew Sark was lying there trying not to laugh.
Francie laughed. "We're friends. I've seen you in your robe before. I've seen you in less."
Sydney smirked mentally. She could picture Sark trying to wrap his brain around the image of Francie seeing her in less, and she almost chuckled. "True. I... I'm half asleep and just acting funny."
"Rough trip?"
"You wouldn't believe the crap I had to put up with," she said with a wave of her hand. "Rich, boring, mean people left and right."
"Thank goodness you were there to balance them out," Francie said with a little laugh.
"Oh, thank goodness indeed," Sydney added, laughing. "You and Will heading out soon?"
"In a bit. He's burning waffles," she said playfully. "Then we're going out to pick out a few things for this place."
"Oh... okay. I'm going to get in the shower, then."
Francie smiled and nodded. The second Francie was out the door, Sydney raced around to the other side of her bed and pulled Sark up. "Not one word," she hissed as she grabbed his arm and propelled him to the door.
"I'm---"
"Not one word!" She repeated in the same hissing voice as she peeked out into the hall. Once she could hear her two friends in the kitchen, cooking, she pushed him out across the hall and into the bathroom. Once she slammed the door shut, she pushed him onto the closed toilet. "Stay," she ordered.
"Sydney, I love this masterful side of you," he commented, twitching as he watched her bend down to turn the shower on.
She growled and dropped the robe. "I want you. I want you to have sex with me. And then, I want you to leave."
"To return again tonight?"
"No! I have my meeting tonight!"
"Oh, right... the meeting."
"Get up!" She demanded. "Get undressed!"
He pouted. "All I am to you is a toy. You don't say you love me anymore."
She growled loudly. "This is a limited time offer!"
"Mmmm. Well, when you put it that way..."
Sydney rolled her eyes and stepped into the shower, under the steady stream of water. Sark's eyes widened as he watched the water run down her strong, supple body. She felt her lips tugging into a smile. "Aren't you going to join me?"
"I got distracted," he managed to say, while standing to shed his clothes.
She nodded and watched him with darkening eyes as he undressed. Soon, he was standing under the stream of warm water with her, and she was wondering if the shower was such a good idea after all. Sark looked incredible with the water running through his short, spiky hair, the light mist catching on his eyelashes... when she trailed lower, she blushed and admired how the water ran over his hip and leg, highlighting muscle she's always know he had but had never seen.
He smirked. "I see you enjoy this as well---"
"I---"
"Oh, don't try to deny it..." he murmured. He let his fingers travel with the rivulets of water, over her stomach, then her hip, and then between her legs. He grinned. "Your body's not."
"Shut up."
"Oh, I see how it is," he said as he came closer and pulled her against his body. She sighed softly and resigned herself to knowing she somehow had accepted wanting him. He kissed her once briefly, before another more solid kiss that left her lips swollen. He looked at her and smiled when he pulled back. "Against the wall, Agent Sunshine?"
She nodded, flexing her hips against his. "Mmhmm."
"Brilliant," he said with another grin, an expression that faded just before his lips touched hers again, as the light spray from the shower continued to rain down on them.
She moaned softly when his erection brushed against her. He chuckled and backed her up against the wall. Once she felt the cool tile behind her back, she felt his lips on her neck, sucking and nibbling. She gripped his slippery shoulders as best as she could, digging her nails into him so she wouldn't fall.
"Sa--ark," his name got stuck in her throat. "Gonna leave a mark."
"Oh, Agent Sunshine," he murmured, nuzzling his lips along her damp jaw. "Are you worried about a simple love bite? You cover worse bruises all the time."
"Yeah," she whispered, lifting one leg to his hip. "Guess so."
His hips flexed against her, and they both groaned. He wasn't even inside her yet, and he knew he was getting closer to release than he would have liked. She grinned and pulled back for a deep breath. He smiled at her. "When we first met, I thought you'd be the death of me. Sydney, I still do."
"Just for different reasons," she breathed, lifting a hand to push her damp, dark hair off of her face.
"Well, maybe not," he said, smirking, before he kissed her again.
She felt him lift her other leg, and before she could react, he was inside of her, thrusting slowly. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer. He grunted and thrust harder, even though her ankles were hooked behind him, trying to hold him inside of her without any room to move.
He wasn't surprised when he felt his feet moving. He wasn't even surprised when he felt himself falling.
"Oh, shit---"
Her eyes popped open as they toppled forward. "Sark!"
"Ugh," he grunted after his head hit the bottom of the shower. "Ohhh..."
"Sydney?!"
"Oh, shit," she whispered when they heard the knocking. "Will."
"Sorry," Sark croaked as Sydney, still on top of him, still holding him inside of her, peeked out from behind the curtain.
"Will? I'm okay," she said, looking at her friend, with his head inside the crack in the door.
Will smiled a little. "Are you sure?"
Sydney, regaining her bearings, realising a moment to score some points and leave Sark in a frazzled state, squeezed her hidden muscles around Sark. "Yeah. I just slipped."
"Did you bang your head?"
"Maybe... but you know me, I'm tough."
Will grinned and nodded. "Yeah. Okay. We're heading out now."
"Don't buy me a plant," Sydney said, gently pushing her hips forward. Sark bit his lip and fought to smother a groan. She smiled at Will. "Have fun."
"No plants. Lots of fun. Check, check. See you later, Syd."
Sydney waved. As Will closed the door, Sark reached up and grabbed her breast. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, head hanging forward slightly. "See you later, Syd," Sark mocked, before tugging her down for a heavy kiss.
Sydney groaned and started moving her hips again, struggling to keep her head in the game. She refused to let him sweep her away; she wanted to make him weak as well. If she was going to break the rules and burn for it, so was he.
She felt his fingers between them, pressing down on her very sensitive bundle of nerves and sent a wave of hot chills through her body. She whimpered and moaned and fell more forward. He leaned up and sucked on her lips, bribing her to stay down until they both felt the edge underneath them.
Sark grunted and fell back, eyes closed, breathing heavy. She felt him tighten inside of her and then she felt her own body's vibrations intensify and then a white hot flash shot through her.
"Ohhh..." she breathed as her contractions settled down.
"Come here," he demanded, wrapping an arm around her back.
"Wh-why?"
He shrugged. "Need to catch my breath."
"We need to get dressed," she whispered.
"We need to wash up," he added. "You should let me wash your hair."
"Why?" She asked, looking up at him warily. "So you can slit my throat when I'm not paying attention?"
He smirked. "Sydney, if I kill you, we'll never get to do that again. I don't think I could find another partner as alive as you."
"Because no one else will fuck you---"
"No," he said, sitting up when she lifted herself off him and shut the water off. "I think we're just compatible."
She rolled her eyes, sex haze fading fast. "You've got to be kidding me. Get up. Let's get dressed. We have to go to work, and---"
He stood and grabbed her wrist. "Agent Sunshine, your good mood is disappearing."
"It really is," she agreed, tugging her hand free. "I'm going to kick your ass for sneaking in here and watching me sleep. Creep."
"Sexy creep," he corrected. "Sexy creep who adores how the water falls from your hair onto your shoulder and... mmm... yes. Sexy creep."
She rolled her eyes again and handed him a towel. "C'mon. I'll make some coffee."
"You know, I always wanted to see what you'd look like sprawled out on the counter---"
"We're not having sex in the kitchen," she hissed, wrapping a towel around herself.
Once covered, he propelled her into the hallway. "Why not? Have you ever tried it?" he asked, smirking.
"No. It's gross. People eat in kitchens."
Sark grinned. Sydney shivered as he spoke. "Oh, I'd be eating."
"I don't suppose you mean cereal."
He shook his head. "I don't."
She groaned and walked into the kitchen, leaving little damp footprints that marked her path from Sark, and Sark's after her. She saw a shadow in the living room window, against the curtain. A dark shape. She knew it was a man. She couldn't tell who it was, though. It wasn't Will; not only was he not very stealthy, but he wasn't that solidly built, and he was with Francie.
"Sydney, don't you think you should let me eat whatever I want---"
"Shhh!" She hissed, motioning to the window.
"Gun?" Sark asked, looking around.
"It's in my room," she whispered.
"Mine, too," he said glumly. "Okay... fire pokers. Here we go, then," he nudged her and slipped one of the objects into her hand. "Hit hard and---"
"Don't tell me how to do my job."
"Buttercup, I see this relationship's going to have problems..." he teased, grinning as they snuck around to a better vantage point.
Sydney's eyes widened when she saw the shadow move and then heard the front door opening. "He has a key?" She whispered to herself, mind racing. "Ohhhh... god, oh god, oh god."
"What is it?" Sark asked, standing up because he assumed there was no threat if the person wasn't an intruder.
"Sydney?"
Sydney groaned and reached out to tug on Sark's towel, trying to pull him back down to her level. With any luck, her father would see that nothing was out of place, realise that she had used him for a silly reason, and would leave.
Sark saw Jack and ducked back down---just as Sydney loosened his towel.
"Oh, brother," Sark groaned. "Great. Meeting the family with my pants down."
Sydney rolled her eyes. "He's not going to care about that. I think he's going to care that you're here."
"He's going to kill me, isn't he," Sark said, adding another groan to the mix. "Great. Bloody hell."
"Shut! Up!"
When they heard Jack's gun's safety being unlocked, Sydney frowned. She sighed and stood, hands raised. "Dad?"
"Sydney?" Jack asked, looking a little alarmed. "What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Dad... something came up, and I needed to cancel the---"
"I know. It's fine. Are you--- what happened? I saw---" he narrowed his eyes and studied her neck and shoulder. "Bruises? Sydney? What happened?"
"Nothing, Dad. It's nothing. I... I just wanted to take the morning off."
"With me," Sark blurted out as he stood, towel repositioned around his waist.
Sydney slapped her palm to her face and moaned in anguish. "Great," she muttered.
Jack moved his gun towards Sark. "Hello."
Sark smirked. "Hello, Daddy."
"Did Arvin send you here?"
"To seduce your daughter?" He said, chuckling in that arrogant way that lead Sydney down the path of lust to begin with. "Yes, that's exactly it, Jack. He sent me here to seduce her. Because that fits into the agenda for SD-6 somehow." He laughed a little more, and then the sound faded away. "Now, could you please put your weapon down? It's making me nervous."
Jack sighed and lowered the gun somewhat, leaving it aimed at his groin area.
Sark shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "Very well, I know how to take a hint. I'll see you both at work later," he said, his mouth curving a little again.
"You're going to need clothes," Sydney said softly.
"Yes... I'll be right back."
Sydney smiled a little as he rushed out of the room, watching his backside stirring a little heat inside of her. However, when her father cleared his throat, she startled and tried to frown.
She slipped down into a chair, just as Sark came back into the room. Grinning, wearing the same black suit he had come in wearing, he glanced at Jack, chuckled and then approached Sydney. She was blushing before he could even touch her. He spun around and pulled Sydney up onto her feet. "Goodbye, sweetheart," he said in a mocking tone, before kissing her soundly. She whimpered and tried to pull away, but before she knew it, she was going limp in his arms.
When he pulled away he was grinning. "See you this afternoon at work, Sunshine."
She growled under her breath. He disappeared into the bedroom, and then fled shortly after, out the front door, dressed in one of his perfect suits. She looked up at her father, and then down at her bare feet, before hugging the towel around her and sighing heavily.
"Dad..."
"I'm going to go."
"Dad..."
"No, really. I... I shouldn't have worried. Clearly you're fine."
"Dad!"
"I'll see you at SD-6," he said quietly, putting his gun away and walking to the door.
"Dad!"
"I'm not going to tell Weiss," he added, just as quietly.
After a brief nod, Sydney sighed and watched him leave, before curling up into a chair. Nothing in her life was ever simple.
