Auf Achse

A/N: I just had to get this out of my system...


"You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again"

(Franz Ferdinand - Auf Achse)


Auf Achse


It took me some time admit it to myself, all those feelings that she made me feel. The first time I laid my eyes on Sydney Bristow I knew she was all those things I've heard about her and something more. She had this wild thing inside her, a repressed violence that never seem to surface, something that she put aside. That made her even sexier than she already is. I wonder if sometimes she's aware of that, of how sexy she is, of all those feelings she inspires in people. She makes you want to wrap your arms around her and kiss her until you run out of breath, until she pants and parts, gasping for air while you watch her with a glint of satisfaction in your eyes, her lips reddish and swollen.

In my dreams I see her unveiled of all those prudery she seems surrounded in. I started to look at her differently the day she hit me, right after her father and Michael had rescued her, in a try to keep her cover to the Covenant. She took an enormous pleasure on hitting me and watching me fall. And, to my utter surprise, I felt the same way. The moment her smooth hand hit my face I felt so angry, but the look she had was deeply arousing. From that day on she was part of my dreams, of my reverie when I was alone in the room I shared with Michael, when they were out on missions.

My mind would wander from one different fantasy to another during those nights. I would see her dressed in one of those aliases, coming at night to me, appearing out of nowhere and, without saying a word, she would pull me and kiss me roughly, pulling at my hair harshly and muffling my moaning cries. She would wear one of those black outfits and gloves, her hair loose, falling down her shoulders in a beautiful cascade. Sydney pushes me back onto the bed and smiles as she unzips her top, revealing her lacy underwear to me, covering part of her silky ivory skin. I just can't stand just watching her; I have to touch her, to feel her softness in my hands, her silky hair brushing against my face as she lies above me, pressing her body against mine. Her eager hands start they exploration down my body, unbuttoning the top of my pajamas, exposing my nipples to the cool air. They are already hard from the anticipation, from arousal, from watching her. When her mouth closes over one of them all I can see is pure bliss, as she alternates laps of her tongue between sucking at it, hard, with her swollen lips.

Sydney pull away suddenly and, before I can complain, her hand sneaks to the hem of my pants and slide smoothly under the fabric of my panties, going straight to where I want the most. Sydney touches my clit and I jerk violently against her hand, making her chuckle softly.

"Is that what you want, Lauren?" she says, her voice husky and deep into the night.

"Yessss..." that's all I can manage to say. She fingers me, oh so nicely, her index rubbing roughly through my more than wet folds and up to my clit in a way that's too perfect to be true. Without a warning and with her eyes locked to mine, she pushes it inside me and I gasp, the sensations overwhelming and I feel my belly tightening, jabs of pleasure painfully shooting straight to my cunt. Sydney pushes another one, pumping me with her fingers and making me buckle senseless against her hand. And, oh god, I'm so close to coming that I think I might pass out from this feeling.

"You like this, don't you, you little whore? Do you wish it was me when Michael fuck you in bed? Hmm?"

With her thumb she also rubs my clit, making the pleasure rise, if that's any possible. She pushes as deep as her fingers can go, not caring if her nails might hurt me, but frankly I'm not caring either. And the sound of her voice, whispering against my ear, her hot breath and skillful fingers drive me insane. Before I can notice, I'm buckling wildly and moaning loudly, coming against her hand.

"Does he make you come like this? Does he, Lauren?" she says, gently stroking me now, as the final waves of my orgasm ripple through my body. Sydney removes her fingers from me and licks it sensuously, her eyes never breaking contact with mine.

From where I can see her, she's the personification of a wet dream, looking extremely hot and sexy in lacy black lingerie, licking her fingers clean of my juices.

And, sometimes, I think of Sydney while I'm the one on missions. In some distant and exotic place, I'll meet her while I have a mask on and she won't know who I am. We're in some dark corner, in the middle of the night and I recognize her by her shiny chestnut hair. We fight until we're both breathless and hyper, I push her against the wall, holding her arms up and our faces are inches apart. I can feel she's as horny as I am and I can read in her mind the same thoughts I have in mine, so I slowly remove the mask from my face and she gasps when she sees me.

"Lauren! What the hell..."

Before she can say another word, I kiss her fully, my tongue plunging into her mouth and pressing her body against the wall, my thigh pushing against her wet hot center. The heat emanating from her is feverish and she kisses me back with the same intensity. She kisses me like she's breathless and I'm the air she needs to keep her alive. And I actually make her feel alive that night; I make her feel horny and human again. My lips leave her mouth with a loud noise and move to her jaw, kissing and nibbling all the way to her neck, sucking her flesh with no care and worries of blue marks the next day. She'll probably get them; her skin looks paler than I've remembered. She moans against my ear, buckling against me and I let go of her hands to hold her breasts, taking both with my hands and kneading it. They feel so firm and so exquisite that I need to open her blouse to caress them with nothing between. I free them to the night air and her nipples are already hard and begging for my mouth. As I suck one of them between my lips, I pinch the other, grazing my fingernails over it, making her whimper, each one of those sex noises of her making me wetter and wetter.

I drop to my knees in front of her, worshiping her like the goddess she is. She looks down to me, breathing heavily, her boobs moving with her pants and I take no time in pulling down her pants and underwear in a fast move, revealing her fully to me. Her creamy thighs are strong and slender and her skin is covered with goose bumps as I marvel the beauty of her. I take a moment to worship her belly, licking around her belly button and running a hand over her fit stomach. She's more beautiful than she can imagine and now I understand why Michael calls her name in his sleep, when I know he's dreaming of her, dreaming he's doing these things to her and making her come, calling his name, buckling and trembling against him.

I pull one of her legs over my shoulder and lean against her to taste her. She's already so wet and so hot that my only reaction is to sigh and hum against her. She jolts wildly when my lips make first contact to her cunt; my tongue darts out slowly to taste her and the wetness in her increases, as in me. She moans and pushes against my face, pulling at my hair, taking a handful of it with both hands, guiding me. I trace my tongue over her folds and pull it into my mouth, sucking harshly.

"Oh, god... holy shit, that feels so good..." she cries, as I let go of her fold and trace my tongue between them, reaching to her clit. I flick around it, hitting a spot that make her moan louder and buckle harder against me and I keep teasing her until she loses it and comes against my face, into my mouth, as I keep teasing and tasting her.

"Lauren! Oh, yes!" she cries, not really aware of what she's doing, and tugging at my hair. I love the feel of her nails scratching my scalp while she slowly comes down from her orgasm and I'm actually glad I was the one who brought her there.

When I stand up again she just stares at me. Part of her is ashamed for letting herself come like that with the woman who betrayed Michael, the other part of her, I know, wants to pull me into another searing kiss. She does the latter, tasting herself in my mouth and roaming her right hand over my body, stopping at my ass, groping me. I part from her and say, inches from her face.

"Do you feel dirty, Sydney? Does it feel wrong to want me and to let me make you come wildly, like we did now?"

"Yeah"

"Are you ashamed for that? Does that make you a lesbian?"

"I don't know. And I really don't care."

"That's my girl. It doesn't matter, Sydney, I just want to make you feel good, to make you come like that. Do you hate me for marrying Michael?" I ask, as my hand roams between her legs again, fingers lightly brushing her clit and she whines lowly.

"Yes... I hate you so much, Lauren"

I put two fingers inside her, thrusting as hardest as I can into her, enjoying her immediate response to my teasing. Sydney closes her eyes and clenches her teeth, not willing herself to let go this time.

"Do you do this to yourself in the middle of the night, wondering if he's fucking me? Did you ever?" I ask, still pumping into her. She nods her head and holds my wrist, her eyes still closed. I cease my movements, still staring at her gorgeous face.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I can see the angst there, the indecision, and the doubt. She's divided between hating me and willing herself to come once again in my hands.

"Don't stop. Keep going," she says, pushing my hand deeper inside her.

"How bad do you want to come, Sydney?"

"Very bad. Please, don't stop."

I remove my fingers from her and pinch her clit, making her whimper loudly, a mixture of whimper and soft cry. She opens her eyes and stare at me.

"Have you ever touched yourself, late at night, thinking of Michael?" I ask, my fingers now gently teasing her opening. I can see the doubt in there, she wants to leave but she also wants to come so badly it makes me want to laugh.

"Yes" she says, shuddery, and I push my fingers back into her, pumping her again.

"Do you come when you do that?"

"Yes"

I rub her harder, feeling her tightening around me, buckling and tugging my hair.

"Do you want to come now, Sydney?"

"Y-yes..."

And then I push my fingers as deep as I can, harshly, and watch her come again, her whole face tightening in pleasure and guilty, her mouth slightly open and soft cries coming out of her. Her orgasm is as hard as the previous one and it lasts a bit more. I keep teasing her until her spasms cease and she calms down, slowly returning to her senses again.

In some other nights I fantasize about watching her. Watching her with Michael, as they guiltily do what they want the most, but they are too puritan to admit it to themselves. They simply don't think and let themselves be taken by this lust surrounding them. It could be in a CIA airplane, in a safe house, in an empty elevator, in a dark alley in the middle of the night, just a quickie to relieve their tension and frustration with their lives right now. And their little escapade would cause just more tension and guilty for they did something they knew was wrong and yet couldn't help but doing.

And then I'd watch as they can't stand anymore and kiss, a desperately loving kiss, conveying all the emotion and sexiness between them, all those unspoken words in their silently language.

Michael wraps his arms around her, his hands roaming everywhere, not knowing where to touch first. He opens her blouse and unlocks her bra with sureness. Michael knows his way with a woman. He knows where to touch, what to do and what to say and I'm sure that's one of the reasons that make her so horny for him. He pushes her against the bed and lies over her, as she completely surrenders to the man kissing her.

"Vaughn..." Sydney whispers, as his mouth leaves hers and goes down her body, kissing her skin, playing with her nipples and her belly button, undressing her while he does so. Sydney's hands move to his head, entwining in his hair and she closes her eyes, sighing in pleasure and barely believing she's actually there with him. In one fast move, she pulls him back against her to kiss him again, she loves kissing him over and over, there's no best foreplay to her. When you observe Sydney closely you notice those little things about her, the tenderness on the little gestures she does and I can almost see the dreamy way she closes her eyes and simply let herself go with the kiss. She doesn't have sex with him, she makes love. She let herself be dragged into him, to be part of him in a way that she can no longer be without him.

And if for a moment I could be in the room, hidden in the darkness of a corner, I'd see when she pulls him back to her and flip, so she now is on top. With one more kiss she slides down his body and off the bed, kneeling on the floor and waits for him to sit and watch her. Michael does as she expected and sits, waiting to see what's her next move. Syd undoes the knot of his tie and remove it, throwing it aside and carefully opens each button of his dress shirt until she reaches the hem of his pants. Without a word, she unbutton his pants and pulls down the zipper, pulling the pants out of him, exposing his boxers and she smiles when she realizes how hard he already is. He's always hard and ready for her, always willing to fuck her anytime she wants him to. With me he had a ritual. We would have sex only in bed, before sleeping and it wasn't as frequently as I wanted to. Michael would take some time to be hard with me; sometimes I would blow him so he could be ready to fuck me, but some other times I wouldn't even bother. That was after she returned and I realized he no longer held the same interest in me. He loved me, of course, but he didn't felt as much desire for me as he does for Sydney.

The way her hair fall around her face, in a brown cascade, is hypnotic. She leans slightly against his opened legs, fully concentrated on the task of giving him a blowjob, and holds him from the base, pumping him, rubbing him. Michael closes his eyes and moans loud, his hands immediately moving to her hair, grabbing a handful with both hands and removing it from her face. From where I would be, I could see her mouth opening and her pink tongue darting out to taste him, circling his head and cleaning the pre-cum from his tip. I don't think he could get impossibly harder than he is with her now and they're such a beautiful picture to watch, the way her cheeks hollow as she takes him deeper and suck him, her head bobbing up and down while he grunts and moans, pulling at her hair. She blows him for a little longer until he seems to gather a remarkable willpower to pull her back to him for another kiss, tasting himself in her mouth. She's still on her knees, her hands supporting her weight on his thighs and I can see her nails digging into his skin as the kiss intensifies.

Michael pulls her to the bed and makes her lie, lying then by her side, never breaking the kiss. He likes kissing her as much as she likes kissing him and I have the impression they could spend the whole night just doing that and then sleep happy and satiated. He has his back to me, I can see his muscles moving, and he's such a gorgeous man, so fit and so handsome. His hands roam aimlessly over her body and stop between her legs and it's so exquisite that all she can do is part the kiss to whimper loudly. It feels much better than your own fingers, isn't it, Sydney? He touches her to feel how wet and ready she is and it amazes him to see her already dripping for him. They turn again and this time he's on top of her, nested between her widely spread legs.

He slowly enters her; the look on her face is something like awe. She holds her breath while he enters her, giving her time to adjust and she gasps. Yeah, I know how it feels, his throbbing cock stretching you inside, it feels exquisite, isn't it, Sydney? Her eyes flutter shut and she exhales, grabbing his shoulders for support as he slowly starts to move in and out of her and I can almost feel the chills on my spine, that she must be feeling right now, from the sensation of his cock buried deep inside her. Sydney's hair is sprawled all over the pillow, like a crown or a frame around her flushed and sweaty face. Michael uses his forearm to support him, framing her face, and he leans to kiss her, their heaving breathing almost in pace. He speeds up, staring into her eyes the whole time and I have the impression I'm missing a silent conversation, as if they spoke a language I can't quite understand. For some reason she has tears flooding her eyes, did he say something that I missed? Michael kisses her eyelids, tenderly kissing away her tears and fucking her harder. Her tiny sobs turn into gasps and those gasps turn into moans. I love the look on Michael's face, as he's getting closer to coming, the wrinkles on his forehead and his eyes tightened shut.

"Sydney!" he moans and grunts and pants all the same time, calling her name, trying hard not to come before she does. Always the gentleman, aren't you, Michael? My hand involuntarily move to the hem of my pants and before I could realize I'm touching myself, rubbing my clit and my folds so vigorously, in a desperate attempt to come along with them, getting more and more aroused by the noises they're making. Sydney's soft cries and whimpers feel the room and I can tell she's coming. Her face tightens beautifully and her whole body shudders with the force of her orgasm. Michael's come right after she does, moaning her name nonstop.

"Sydneysydneysydneysydney..."

Michael collapses atop her, breathing heavily. They're both so sweaty and they don't care at all to that. I feel my own orgasm taking me and I continue to rub myself in a desperate attempt to get at least some of what they just got.

Sydney wraps her legs around him, kissing his forehead and they just lie there, still, not caring to anything else but the feel of each other's arms. And they're such a beautiful picture to watch, there are nights that I wish I could be in her place, being fucked by him, being wrapped in his arms, enveloped in his scent; some other nights I wish I could be in his place and get her all smitten and surrendered to me, lying there hopeless while I'd fuck her senseless. And some other nights I wish I could just watch them. Watch the way they take pleasure in pleasuring the other.

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THE END