The Chainlink Story

"I'll be your water bathing you clean, the liquid piece
I'll be your ether you'll breathe me in, you won't release
Well I've seen you suffer,
I've seen you cry the whole night through
I've seen you cry for days and days
So I'll be your liquor demons will drown, and float away
I'll be your father, I'll be your mother,
I'll be your lover, I'll be yours"

(Placebo - I'll be yours)


I always feel the same. The same rush, the same antecipation, the same butterflies flipping their wings inside my stomach. This is one of those gorgeous moments when the word seems to fade away and it's just the two of us. I guess this happens to anyone who's in love, anyone who shares this intimacy we share right now. I take a moment to look into his green eyes, feeling those familiar goosebumps rising in my spine and he pushes into me and I feel his whole lengh inside me. He looks down at me, I feel dizzy and intoxicated, the most powerful drug. That's it, I'm addicted to him, to his mouth on my neck, to the feeling of him in me, burning me inside, leaving his mark.

My head is rotating, as if I'm drunk, and for a moment I can't tell if it's the wine or his hot gaze over me, those gorgeous eyes, meaningful, bathing me with his lust and desire and love. I can see, I can feel his love under his lust. His lust for me. How come I can feel so much love and all this desire at the same time? Love was supposed to be pure, and lust... well, i guess it's all mixed up between us, it's like this since the beginning, when I first laid my eyes on him I knew it. It was all mixed up, our friendship, his protective behaviour to me, my desperate need to be near him, to talk to him and to know he's ok.

My waist rise to meet his, slowly, to the sound of our harsh breathing. Sometimes our lovemaking is fast and hard, so hard I have the feeling I'm going to tell apart, but sometimes it's so achingly slow, so achingly good, so full of love... I can feel him close to the edge, but he's not willing himself to come, waiting for me. Oh, my beloved, I'd be able to come just by the look at your face, the pure lust and desire I see there. By the feeling of you in me, by knowing you're the other half that was missing in my heart. It never fails to bring me to tears, my dearest. And I can't even begin to put it into words, not even try to explain how much it touches me, how much it shakes me. I feel you come, hard, into me and close my eyes. If only my life could be always like this, always the feeling of your hands on my hips, your mouth trailing kisses down my chest. He falls heavily over me, breahing hard.

"That was perfect" he whispers to my ear, as I stroke the hair at the back of his neck.

"It's always perfect, honey" I whisper back, kissing his neck, nibling softly at it. He lets out a low moan and tight his grip on my waist, pulling me even closer. I push him slightly so we both lie on our sides, looking at each other. I love the flush on his face, the sweat and gleam, the dark green of his eyes as he looks at me. I know my eyes are also dark with desire, that unfading desire that never leaves me.

His hands runs up my body, travelling over my waist, my arms, neck and stops at my hair. He strokes my hair softly, trying to comb the mess that i know it is, but I dont really care about it right now. I untangle our legs and let him out of me, kissing his shoulders and down to his chest.

"I love you" I tell him and he looks at me for a moment, as if trying to make sure that I said that. I look back at him and say it again, a bit louder this time "I love you Michael".

God, I was under the impression he would cry right now. Instead, he pulls me closer to him, into his arms and hug me tight. I love the feel of his arms around me, protecting me, his hands caressing my back. Vaughn kisses my forehead and bent to nuzzle my neck.

"I love you, Syd" he whispers "so much it even hurts"

* * * * *

"You know, since we started talking about fantasies..." I said, snuggling closer to him. My heart is still racing and so is his.

"Yeah?" he said, I could hear the laugh in his voice, as he goes down to kiss my breasts.

"Well... I don't think..." I say, as I try to remember what the hell I'm talking about, as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and kneads the other with his hot hand, fingertips and nails scratching lightly over and around the nipple, that is already taut. I moan and try to focus.

"What were you saying?" he mumbles against my chest, kissing down his way to my stomach, so lightly it almost tickles. I feel my head rotating again as he grips my waist and I feel his breath near the inside of my things. Unconsciouly, I open myself further for him, his breath hot on my skin as he trails a path of wet kisses up and downs my thigh.

"Oh, god..." It was not supposed to sound as a whimper. I feel like a puddle of jelly when his tongue touches me between my thighs and writhe under his tight grip. I love it when he holds me like this, tight, hard, and I know I'll get dark marks later, but I don't even care right now. His tongue traces through me, scorching, probing, deliberately exploring me with no shy manners. He holds my clit betwen his teeth and give it a small tug, and oh god, I can do nothing else but try to move restless under him, his tongue lapping at me, alternately with his teeth.

"Vaughn... ohmygodyes!" I mumble or whimper, who the hell cares? Every muscle of my body start to contract as the orgasm start to rise "dontstopyesoh..." I have to bite my own hand as the wave ripples through my body and I can't control anything else anymore, all I see is bright colors and a whirlwind in front and around me.

When I come back to conscious, Vaughn is lying on his side, looking at me, with a soft smile and the same dark-green eyes full of love. I blush, I feel the heat rising in my body, but a different one. An ebullience of joy and happiness and love and I try to hold back a laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asks, his eyes bright and his lips pursue in a smile.

"I don't know... I feel happy, that's great..."

"Good..." he says and closes the distance to kiss me. He tastes sweet, hot, wet, and his tongue plunges into my mouth as his hands move up to my shoulders. "Now tell me yours"

"My what?"

"Sexual fantasies" he says, in a deep sultry whisper, that makes me shudder with excitement.

"Oh... I... well..."

"Come on, Syd, don't tell me that you're ashamed." He says in a mocking tone.

"I'm not! It's just... I... oh, god..." I cover my face with my hands "It's silly, you'll laugh at me"

"I won't"

"Yes, you will"

"I won't... but I should! You laughed at me!"

"Come one, Vaughn! You tell me that so original fantasy of seeing me making out with another woman and expect me to be serious?"

"Of course! Oh, god, Sydney, I spent so many nights fantasizing about you and one of these fantasies was about you and Lauren Graham making out."

"Oh my god... the Gilmore girls mother?"

"Yeah"

"Well, when you get to convince her to do it, let me know."

The sound of his laughter is amazing! It's so bright, loud and makes me feel so good. He looks so happy and relaxed that I could even agree to anything he might suggest as well.

"Oh, yeah, be sure I will"

"Good."

I kiss his neck and gently nibble at it, grazing my teeth down his throat and stop at his chest. I nuzzle his soft hair and watch his nipples harden. Oh, I wanna bite, lap, kiss every inch of him, wanna lavish his nipples and suck them into my mouth the way I know he likes it. And soon it's his turn to writhe under my touch.

"What else did you fantasize about?" I mumble, going down on his stomach, kissing the soft hair under his navel.

"The... the warehouse" he says, almost a groan.

"The warehouse?"

"Yeah... the warehouse..."

I start to caress his stomach, right under his navel, slowly, softly, my nails grazing his skin. Vaughn moans, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Tell me about the warehouse. What do you want to do with me there, Michael?"

Both my hands rest at the inside of his thighs, near his cock, scratching lightly as I see him hardening.

"I... I would... oh, god, Syd..."

"Tell me" My voice low and sultry and I don't even recognize it.

"I want to... fuck you... against that chainlink fence." He pants. Oh, I love when he talk dirty to me. Both my hands move to the base of his cock and I stroke his balls, hearing his moans. I bent down to give a light kiss at its head, one of my hands caressing his balls as the other holds his base firmly. He moans loud and I let out a soft moan myself.

"Say it, Michael. Say it loud. What do you want me to do?"

He grabs a handful of my hair and tug it, gently first and when he hears my moans getting louder he tugs harder.

"You like this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and raw.

"Yeah"

"I want you to blow me." he demands, his voice low and husky. I feel my body shudder with lust, to the sound os his voice, so sexy, saying those words to me.

He guides me down to his cock and groans louder when my mouth touches him, taking he in. Vaughn buckles his hips lightly up, against me, while my tongue swirl around and down his length.

"Oh, god, Syd, yeah..." he moans, between panted breaths, tugging harder at my hair. I move my mouth up and down him, applying presure as I go, sucking him until I feel him shudder underneath me and I can tell he's about to come. I let him out my mouth and move up, straddling him. I need him to be inside me, each one of his moans sending eletrical waves right to my groin, aching and making me wet. His eyes lock with mine, his face flushed and beautiful, as his hands leave my hair and move to my hips, kneding me. I lower myself on him and feel him enter me slowly. It never ceases to rise goosebumps to my skin everytime I feel him entering me. Vaughn closes his eyes and moan, a mix of pain and pleasure at his face. I have to bite my lower lip when I feel my inner walls stretch to take him in and I still for a moment.

"Look at me, baby" I whisper.

He opens his sleepy eyes to meet mine. And it seems I'll melt right now, with his intense gaze. Oh, God, I can't even hold back a whimper when I start riding him, his hips lifting to meet mine. It's slow, painfully slow, but then he grabs me tighter and I know what he wants me to do. I bent down to kiss him, his tongue plunges into my mouth wildly, duelling with mine, exploring me, as our movements increase their speed. I can already feel it rising inside me, as much as I can see it in his eyes, still gazing at mine, his dark green with lust, those sleepy and beautiful eyes. I come right after him, when I feel him bursting inside me and then I'm gone.

I don't know how long untill I regain knowledge of where I am, but I open my eyes to find me lying on my side, in front of Vaughn, caressing an imaginary line from my waist to my hip, his fingers going up to my arm and shoulder.

"Hey, beautiful" he says, closing the small distance to peck me on the lips. He nuzzles my face, lightly, as I close my eyes again to enjoy the feeling.

"Do you think this could kill us someday?" I say, snuggling closer to him. My voice sound so husky and sultry that I don't even recognize it. Vaughn laughs and it vibrates through my body in a very pleasant way.

"It would be a quite pleasant way of dying, don't you think?"

"Yeah. Worthy, actually"

We spend some time snogging, just touching and kissing tenderly. I love the way he closes his eyes to kiss me, this dreamy look upon his face, his fingers touching my skin and caressing my cheeks where my dimples are, our legs tangled between the mess of the sheets.

"I'm thirsty" I say, as he moves to kiss my neck. "Could you get me some water?"

He's expression of mock disappointment is all laughable

"This is your place, I cannot open your fridge"

"Says the man who just asked me to blow him..." Vaughn laughs into my hair.

"You make it sound so dirty..." he gives my shoulder lots of small and wet kisses, tickling me until I'm unconsciouly laughing. "Alright. Just be here and don't let the bed get cold"

And he gets up, in all his naked glory, giving me a beautiful sight of his butt. He bents down to get his boxers.

"No!" I whine, disapproving "You're so beautiful, go to the kitchen like that."

"What about Francie?"

"I guess she's not home"

"You guess?"

I shrug, laughing, and he puts in the boxers, heading to the kitchen. By the time he left my sight, I get up and rush to follow him. He's roaming the frigde and gets a bottle of water when I hold him, my arms around his waist.

"Sydney!" he says, laughing in surprise. I can't hold back the laugh too, giggling like a little girl.

"I feel so empty without you. I already missed you there with me."

Vaughn turns to kiss me and pulls me into a tight embrace, lifting me from the ground. My legs wrap around his hips as my arms move up to his neck, pulling him even closer to deepen the kiss. That's slow and sexy, my tongue touches his and retreat, waiting for his to search mine again. We play like this for a while and then he puts me on the counter, parting the kiss. I follow him, unwilling to part, but he moves to the fridge and grabs a bowl of fruits then returns.

"Since we're here, let's eat someting, cause when I return to that bedroom, I'll never leave it again."

"Promise me?"

"Don't think you'll get rid off me that easy, Bristow" he says, his forehead touching mine.

"Don't call me that, everytime you do it it seems you're talking to my dad!"

"Oh, my god..." he said, laughing.

His hands caress my hair, smoothing it, a loving expresion and a smile on his face. I can only stay there, over the counter, watching him. I can't stop smiling too, it feels so great to be here, at my place with Vaughn, no worries and no work until Monday. He leaves my hair and moves to knead my left breast, touching and teasing it lightly. I love the feel of his hands, rough, large, masculine, firm grab and delicate fingers. He watches closely my reactions and I moan low, covering his hand with mine. Then he moves to caress my stomach, just bellow my navel. He removes his hand for a moment to plant a light and wet kiss over me.

"Would you like to have a baby, Syd?"

This question hits me. I don't know how it affects me, but his words hit me hard.

"I dunno" I say "maybe, but not now."

"I'd love to see this belly growing with a baby inside." His eyes lock with mine "My baby"

I freeze for a moment. Can't believe what he just said.

"You want to have a child... with me?" my voice sound small and kind of astonished. That's how I feel, I never really thought of that idea.

"I'd love to. Maybe a little girl, with those cute dimples you have, that little nose..." he bent to kiss my cheeks and my nose as he spoke, his hand still on my stomach "or a little boy, to run around the place with a dog..."

His gaze is so intense that it burns me. I don't know exactly what I feel, never really gave it a thought. When I was younger, before joining SD-6, I used to think a lot about it. Then it came Danny, he asked me to marry him and then I thought about children again, but since then... I've been so obsessed with work and worries lately that never had to time to... fantasize about being normal. The rarely times I had to do it, I thought about Vaughn and the various ways to have him and all that stuff, but a baby... I feel tears rising in my eyes and think of Danny. I feel such a bitch because of that. I shouldn't think of him when I'm naked on a counter with Vaughn. Before I realize what I'm doing, I hear his voice, full of concern.

"Syd? Syd, what's up?"

I look up to meet his eyes again. They sparkle in confusion, trying to figure out what's going on. My throat is tight and before I can hold it back, I'm crying. Vaughn kisses my cheekbone and his tongue darts out to lick off my tears, tenderly.

"I'm sorry, honey. I don't wanna make you cry, never. I'm sorry."

"Do you think someday we'll have a normal life? Or anything close to normal?" I say, my voice strangled.

"Sure. And I do want you to be there with me, when we finally have it. You can think of it, then we talk about it again. Ok?" he reached out to hug me, pulling me into his arms and down the counter. "Wanna talk about it? What made you cry?"

"No, let's just forget it." I say "It hurts too much".

I feel so bad to be the one who causes that frown in his forehead. Don't wanna worry him, don't wanna be the one who causes him any kind of suffer, never. These moments we share was supposed to be all joy and happiness, not about me crying over Danny, Vaughn has nothing to do it, no matter how much he tries to argue with that. I hold him tight for a moment and then let go, slowly, knowing he'll be there when I open my eyes.

"Let's go back to my room. I'm ok, Vaughn, I promise."

He looks at me, suspiciously. I can see he didn't buy it, but he doesn't say do. He gives me time to collect my thoughts and never question. I love him so much for this. There are so many things I love about this man, can't even begin to name it, but surely his concern about me is among the top five reasons.

He reaches my hand and hold it tight to his, as we lead to the bedroom; now nothing else maters, all the demons that haunts both of us will stay outside these walls, outside the two of us.


Chapter 2

"Stop talking, I'm trying to kiss you" he says, kissing my neck and my chin, while I'm trying to finish my sentence.

"So don't ask me if you don't want an answer" I say, letting him take my lower lip into his mouth and suck it lightly. I moan. His tongue darts out to touch it, before entering my mouth searching for my tongue. I can feel his smile while he kisses me hard, a breath-taking kiss, that makes me wet.

We spent the whole day doing that, naked in my room, kissing, touching and making love. Sometimes we have a small chat, but he didn't let me finish a whole sentence in the last two hours. I'm hungry, but I can't find the strength to let go of him and find some food, not even grab the phone to ask something. He presses his body against mine one more time as his hands roam over me and stops over my ass. I giggle into his mouth and break the kiss.

"I'm hungry, go get me some food!"

"Later" he says, biting my neck. Oh, I can see the hickeys I'll get the next day, but I can't stop him. He also knows that too, but he has a sordid pleasure in watching me trying to cover it the next day, while my father talks to me and eyes me suspiciously about those marks. He knows it was Vaughn, and he knows we're having sex for the last months, but he pretend he doesn't know. And I know he pretends that because he gives Vaughn those killer looks everytime it happens. But I'm so happy I don't even care. And dad knows that, so he won't kill him. And Vaughn is happy too, that he can piss off my dad and have sex with his daughter and he won't do nothing about that. It's a bit weird and nonsense, but besides my dad, all of us are happy.

"Vaughn!" I cry, as he sucks harder at my neck and I try to push him away.

"Sorry" he says, a goofy grin in his face

"Don't do that! Not that hard!"

"I wanna leave my mark on you so everyone will know you're mine"

"You don't need to, the whole office knows we're having sex"

"I don't care" he says, moving back to my neck. Ok, how can I complain while he does those amazing things to my neck? I groan and he moves down my chest, sucking my skin and biting, leaving a trail of red marks on my pale skin. He reaches my breasts and suck my left nipple into his mouth, hard. I gasp and his teeth grind it, lightly and then harder. My hands find his head and I press him closer to me, my eyes closed and I can't help a moan. I'd be able to come just by that, but he stops this sweet torture and move up, so he's lying on his side, looking at my anguished face. Sometimes I wanna kill him.

"You're evil" I hiss and he laughs.

I look down at myself. I'm covered with red marks and moan, a mix of annoyance and disappointment.

"Syd..."

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?"

"4 pm, I guess. Why?"

"Let's watch the game now?"

"No way! You didn't want to go out for lunch, so you won't watch that damn game!"

He tries to get up and get the remote control, but I push him back to the bed and he's lying on his back. I straddle him and we both giggle, as he tries to get rid off me.

"I'm serious... you won't watch that game"

"Come on, Syd..."

"No!"

He pulls me against the bed and we struggle like this, giggling and screaming for some moments. He stands up and run to the TV, but before he has the chance to turn it on I'm behind him, holding him by his shoulders. Vaughn pulls out my hands and push me against the wall, pressing his body against mine, the giggling ceasing as we both feel his erection.

"Where did this come from?" I ask, still giggling a little.

"Shut up, Syd" he says, as he bents to kiss me on the lips. It's slow, tender, but it deepens when he grabs my thigh near my ass and parts me slowly, his fingers touching me between my legs. I moan into his mouth, as his fingers search the wetness that's increasing there and rubs it against my clit. I feels so good that I have to break the kiss to moan loud. He puts a finger inside me, probing, as I rise my leg and wrap it around him, pulling him closer. His hips buckle against me and I need him inside me right now. He sees it in my eyes, the hunger and desire that builds inside me and I take his cock in my hand and guide him fast into me.

He lifts me up, both his hands under my ass as I feel him deeper into me, his moans loud into my ears. Soon I'm all enveloped in him, he's in and around me, everywhere I feel his taste, his touch, his voice, the sweet sounds of pleasure he makes and he thrust into me, hard, knocking me to the wall. For a second I wonder if Francie can hear us, the thumping against the wall and the muffled sound of our moans, but soon I forget this thoughts as his fingers touch my clit, riding me up to the edge. Yes, yes, that's so perfect. That's what we do the best, that's when I feel alive, when I feel powerful. Oh, God, I open my eyes and the pure lust in his face drives me crazy, his eyes half closed, a pained expression at his face and the sound of his groans.

"Oh, Syd... yeah, you. feel. so. good." he pants

My nails dig into his shoulders. I hold him tight or I'll lose balance. I feel dizzy, my head hitting the wall and my inner walls contract as he rubs harder at my clit and thrust even deeper into me. I seem to collapse as I fall from the edge when the orgasm hit me so hard I can't hold out a loud whimper, that might be a scream, I don't know anymore. Somewhere between that he comes too, panting harder and pinning me to the wall. The next thing I know, we're falling to the ground, our limbs tangled and both of us giggling, he still inside me.

"Oh, my god!" I laugh "How pathetic!"

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't... no, we should... that's was great, Syd" he leans to kiss me lightly. We both lie on the ground, laughing at ourselves.

"Are you alright?" he asks, removing some sweaty strands of hair from my face.

"I'm great. And hungry. Could you *please* let me out to get something to eat?"

"Ok." He stands up and pulls me up with him, into his embrace. We look at each other, holding each other with a silly grin upon our faces. My legs tremble and I'm all numb. It feels great, I feel great. His hands caress my shoulder and he plants reverent kisses upon my forehead, my cheeks and my nose. The look in his eyes makes me shudder, it's a look of love and adoration. I feel kind of scared with it, that I'm responsible and capable of that. He holds me tenderly into his arms and rock me slowly, as if we're dancing, his cheek pressed lightly against mine, his breath against my skin and hair, his hands on my back and shoulder.

"Vaughn..."

"I love you" he whispers soflty into my ear and all of a sudden I'm melting under his touch. Goosebumps rise on my skin and I hold him tight, caressing his hair.

"I love you too, honey" and kiss his cheek, his nose, his lips. He eyes me dreamy, benting down to nuzzle my face fondly. Oh, God, how can he be so passionate, so full of lust in one moment and ten seconds later hold me like that and be so loving? I love this man more than I could possibly love anyone in my life. More than my own life.

* * * * *

"What's up with your obsession with the warehouse?" I ask, my mouth full of chicken. We ended up putting on our clothes and stumbled noisily into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Francie was there making that chicken that had such a wonderful smell and some french fries for Will. They both looked at us when we showed up there and laughed.

"Hey!" I said, giggling.

"Hey!" Francie said "I'm glad to see you guys happy. You know, I don't wanna be grumpy, but could you try to not bring down the house the next time?"

I turn to look Vaughn, behind me. He was blushing furiously.

"Sorry." I said, blushing myself "Did you... hear much?"

"No, just the thumping on the wall and some other loud... noises." Will teased. He and Fran laughed.

"Relax honey. Want something to eat?"

"Yeah, can we grab some of that... what smells that good?"

"Will's dinner. But I'm sure he won't mind sharing it, will you?"

"Of course I do" he mocked. But Francie put some food for us on a plate anyway and we head back to my room, still giggling.

"Oh, my god!" Vaughn said, closing the door behind us "I can't believe we made such a riot!"

I laughed loud, throwing myself over the bed and moving up. He was standing at the foot of the bed, the plate and the beer in both his hands. He put them over my bed table and looked at me, a smile on his lips.

"Will you stay there for too long?" I said

"I like watching you"

I crooked my index finger, calling him. He laughed softly and went crawling over the bed to reach me and sit in front of me, still staring.

"Hello"

"Hi"

I bent to kiss him slowly and soon the kiss turned into small and quick pecks.

"Want some beer?"

"Sure"

I grab the can over my bedside table and took a sip of it, turning my face to kiss him. He drank at my mouth hungrily and then looked at me.

"Can I have some chicken too?" he said.

"Here" I said, passing the plate to him. We sit there, eating and drinking and occasionally kissing. I love this little moments of intimacy we share, the ones we're not naked and panting, but just talking and doing ordinary things together.

"So..." he says, after a moment of silence "You never answered my question."

"What question?" I asked, chewing a french fry.

"About sexual fantasies..."

"Oh, my god... you'll never give that up, won't you?"

"Never."

"Ok. But I swear I'll cause you great pain if you laugh at me"

"I won't my dear. Now spill it."

"Well... It was a funny thing when you were my handler, because... you were supposed to give me orders and I was supposed to follow them... but..." I stopped. His eyes bored at me, curiosity in his face.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know why, but that power you're supposed to have on me was kinda... exciting... you know what I mean? I had this secret fantasy that you would... you would..." I stopped, blushing.

"What?"

"I have this thing with power and submission, that... oh, god!" I covered my face with my hands.

"I think I know where this is going..." he said and I could hear a smile under his words "Do you want to tie me up?"

"No..." I said, my hands, leaving my face "I want *you* to tie me up"

I could see his eyes brighten at the thought of this.

"And then?"

"And then... then... I dunno, it's up to you."

"But that's your idea, what do you want?"

"You're the handler. It's up to you"

"Oh, I think I get it..."

He had that big 'the cat that ate the canary' smile. I could even see his brain storming out, planning that. He took a sip of his beer and bit at the chicken, licking his fingers.

"And you?" I asked, getting aroused just by looking at him.

"The warehouse. Always the warehouse."

"What?" I said, laughing "Why?"

"I dunno, but everytime we met there I wanted to pin you against the wall and kiss you... God, Sydney, you don't know how much I wanted you, the many nights I spent thinking of you, what were you doing and where... I didn't know if you were ok..." he said, fast, without thinking or breathing. I was under the impression that he was saving these words to himself for a long, long time "And then, when you returned, sometimes with wounds and dark marks over your body, pretending you're ok... I just wanted to kiss you, make love to you and tell you how much I cared for you"

I looked at him and felt so much love... he could be that sweet person and incredibly insatiable at the same time.

"You're sweet." I said "And I love that."

"Thanks" he said, an expression of relief at his face.

I took his hand into mine and kissed his palm, tenderly, then his wrist and the inside of his arm.

"You taste sweet" I said, lifting my head to kiss his lips. He responded with passion and soon he was on top of me, kissing and touching and then we begin our game once again. We'll never get tired of each other, never get tired of worship each other's body. And each second that we'll not be able to do this will be the worst seconds of our lives.

* * * * *

I'm so tired when I finally reach home that I don't even bother taking my shoes off when I hit the couch and spoon myself over it. Vaughn told me he wouldn't be able to meet me today, Eric made him promise it would be a 'guys night' and they went out with some guys from the office to have some beers and go to a hockey game. It was ok for me, kinda.

I couldn't help but feel jealous to have my man stolen from me like that, but he enjoys those nights so much that I don't have the courage to say a word against it. I guess I'll invite Will over for a movie or just chat with Francie. Maybe cooking some dinner for later, but right now I'm so tired... those long meetings and Kendall's boring voice giving us all lectures. Now I guess I could use a massage, I dream of Vaughn's hands over my back, my shoulders, the way he knows I love. God, I miss him so much and we spent the whole day working together. I don't wanna be one of those obsessed girls who need to be with their men all the time, but I'm becoming addicted to him, addicted to his touch, to his voice, to his heat and to feel him near me, around the place, to warm the house with his presence.

Anyway, tonight he's not mine and I'm sure I can figure of some way to spend my time, maybe have my nails done or something like that. Just when I was heading to the bathroom, I heard the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Joey's pizza?" I heard Vaughn's voice asking.

My heart freeze and suddenly my whole body stiffs. Joey's pizza? What the hell does he want?

"Joey's pizza? Hello?" He asks again, urgency in his voice.

He never called me again since SD-6 went down, what's going on?

"Sorry, wrong number." I said before hunging up. My heart beats fast and my brow furrow in confusion, trying to figure out what's going on. Is he in trouble? He said he was going out with Weiss and then... was he trying to warn me about anything? Am I supposed to meet him?

I look around the house, trying to find a clue of what to do next. The warehouse. I must go to the warehouse. Without giving it another thought, I grab my car keys and rush outside.


Chapter 3

The air is cold and wet, a very annoying drizzle is falling over the city tonight and soon my hair is totally messed up and wet. I get out off the car and search the street to find his car. I can't see anything or anyone, much less his car, but yet I never did before, when I was supposed to meet him as my handler.

I enter the warehouse carefully, my footsteps hitting the gound with a loud sound that I'm sure Vaughn could hear before I reach the small room, if he's there.

"Vaughn?" I whisper, my voice sounding loud into the silent darkness. There's only a weak light from a lamp there, a wooden chair and lots of dust. The whole place is wet and smells like dirt.

"Vaughn? Are you there?" I ask again, a bit louder this time. Nothing. I shudder with the cold and fear. I'm scared, this situation is scaring.

Suddenly I feel someone pushing me hard against the chainlink fence and I recognize him as soon as his lips touch mine, roughly kissing me. I kiss him back, his hands moving over my arms and down to my wrists, pulling them up against the chainlink fence, pressing me hard against it.

"Vaughn, what the hell.." I begin to ask, when he clicks a pair of handcuffs around my wrists and lock them to the fence. I try to let go, but I'm chained to that fence. I look up to meet his eyes, trying to understand why he's doing it.

"What are you...."

"Shut up" he hisses at my ear "You've been a very, very bad girl lately, Bristow. As your handler, I must punish you."

"Vaughn?! What?! Are you out of your mind?"

"Mister Vaughn to you. It's time for you to show some respect. No more breaking of protocol and for now on you must follow my orders properly. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His voice is so sharp to my ears, but yet his hands caress me tenderly. I'm getting his idea now, he wants to play my little game from yesterday, along with his. Tie me up at the warehouse. Now this might be very interesting.

"Did you hear what I'm saying, Bristow? I'm talking to you, are you deaf or what?" He said, grabing a handful of my hair and pulling it, not that hard, but hard enough to make me moan in pain.

"Yes... sir." I said, hesitant. I could feel the excitment rushing through my body and making me hot.

"Now that's better" he said, letting go off my hair. Vaughn's hands slipped down to my breasts and he kissed my neck, while kneading me, softly. Yeah, this is getting interesting.

My hands move restless, trying to get out of their hold in the handcuffs, making a loud noise. He looks up at them and laughs soflty. I can tell he's enjoying this as much as I am.

"Do you have any idea of how hot you are? How much I wanted to push you against the fence and take you, while we're talking about counter missions? Hmm?"

I can't think straight as his hands travel to my waist and down to my ass, touching, exploring me, caressing, his lips biting me lightly at my neck and chest.

"I had a faint idea..." I said, my voice strangled. His other hand move to the hem of my blouse. Sneaking under the fabric to touch my bare stomach and tease my nipples over the bra. They're already taut, from the cold air and the excitment.

"But I couldn't... we had this damn protocol to follow. And you know I don't break protocol. Unless I have a very good reason to do it"

Oh, the look in his eyes. They're dark with passion and hunger and something else I couldn't tell what it is. But I like it, I like the way his hands touch me, he gives me no time to think or react, he teases and take what he wants.

"I'm glad I'm a good reason to break your damn protocol" I hiss, grinding my teeth to hold back a whimper, as he tugs my nipple, his hands under my bra. Without a warning, he rip open my blouse, buttons flying everywhere. I gasped in excitment, feeling totally exposed to him, the handcuffs crashing noisily against the metal of the fence.

"That was a very nice blouse." I said, faking anger.

Vaughn laughed, taking a step back. His eyes staring at me with lust. He takes his time, looking at my body, as if he never saw me before.

"You know I love those lacy underware, agent Bristow? Sometimes, when we go out on a mission, I touched myself thinking of you, wearing those sex-kitten clothes, seducing other men in order to get what you want. And you never asked me what *I* wanted"

I feel like liquid fire is rushing through my body and it rushes so fast to my core that it hurts. I'm aching, aching for him and he knows it. I moan, low, buckling my hips upwards, desperate for him to touch me.

"What do you want, mister Vaughn?" I said, my voice raw

"Everything" he whispers back.

"Then come and take it"

Without thinking twice, he closes the distance between us and kisses me hard, pressing his body against mine, his erection pinning me. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands searching my thigh and pulling up the hem of it, until it's messed up all around my waist. He plays with the hem of my panties, his fingers slipping inside it, before dipping to touch me between the thighs, oh so lightly. I open myself to him, my head falling against the fence, tugging at the handcuffs.

God, I need to touch him, to pull him closer. His tongue duel with mine with furious passion, furious lust and desire. He knows I need him inside me, that I'm ready for him, but he'll play this sweet torture a little longer. He's enjoying this situation and the power he has over me.

"You're so wet... I like this" he says, putting a finger, then two, inside me, thrusting slowly, achingly slowly. I whimper against his mouth and buckle my hips to him, trying to get a harder rub. But he touches me lightly, slipping his fingers over my clit, fluttering at it. He eyes me closely, paying atention to my reactions and I moan and whimper helpless.

"Harder" I beg, trying to get him closer.

"Like this?" he rubs me harder. Yes, that's so perfect.

"Oh, god..." I moan, closing my eyes and moving my head up and around.

He's riding me up to the edge to bring me down again, without the release I'm seeking so desperately. I can't take this anymore.

"Don't stop it!"

"What do you want, Sydney?"

"Touch me" I say, more like a hissing.

"I am"

God, he's taking so much pleasure with this. I can feel the smile under his words, although I have my eyes closed. Why do you play me like this, Vaughn?

"Make me come" I say, opening my eyes to stare at him "Now"

He smiles and rubs me harder, finally giving me what I want. I close my eyes again and fall back against the chainlink fence, tugging hard at the handcuffs. Oh, that's it, I can feel it rising again, the same wave, that liquid heat rushing all over again with such fury that I think I might pass out right now. His fingers in and out of me, rubbing me even harder, his breath against my face and I guess he's whispering something I can't possibly understand under this haze I'm entering now. Before I could notice, I'm falling from the edge and coming so hard that it seems I'm going to fall to the ground because my knees are weak and the world is rotating wildly around me.

Vaughn breathes hard, the realization of his erection at my thigh slowly brings me back to reality and the cold air of the warehouse. I try to focus my eyes at him, who's staring back at me, while I pant harshly.

"You're so beautiful when you come, Sydney. I could watch you for the rest of my life"

My only reaction is my harsh breathing, slowly going back to normal. I don't know if I wanna kiss him or hit him on the face.

"What next?" I breathe out

His hands move up to my wrists and release me. Before I could manage a reaction, I'm on my knees in front of him, who's sitting on that dusty chair, his hands on both sides of my head, tugging my hair.

"Now I want you to blow me."

I smile to him, the look on his face is of lust and craving and I'm so proud for being the reason of that. I slowly caress his thighs, moving closer to the ziper of his pants, pulling at it and ripping it open. He gasps in surprise and I hold his cock firmily in my hand, caressing his balls with the other. He closes his eyes and leans back against the chair, moaning. I graze my nails lightly over the lengh of him and circle his tip lightly as he buckles his hips against me, silently begging for more. I bent down and take him in my mouth, slowly, first the tip, touching it with my tongue and breathing the scent of him.

"Yes... oh, Sydney" he pants, as I swirl my tongue around his tip and a groan lets his mouth. I open my mouth wider to take him in and he lets out a shuddered breath, tugging harder at my hair, guiding me up and down. I hate when he does that, and he knows it, but for now I'll let him take charge and suck him harder, then lightly, driving him insane and knowing it. His pained groans and moans are making me wet all over again, the feeling of his hands on me, grabing me roughly, so sure of what he wanted was amazing.

Before I could do anything else, he pulled me up and pushed me against the fence again, pulling my left leg up and thrusting inside me. His green eyes were on fire, so dark and he looked at me with such desire that it seemed that it could burn me. I feel the cold metal of the chainlink fence against my bare ass and throw my arms around him, drawing him even closer to me, plunging hard in and out of me.

"Oh God!" I whimpered, as his erratic thrusts paced mine. I closed my eyes when he touched my face and kissed me on the lips, making me swallow my moans when I felt the orgasm rising again inside me. I could feel him closer too, waiting for me to get my release so then he could let himself to come. I parted the kiss and stared into his eyes, his staring back at mine and could see it. He didn't have to say it this time, I could see the words he was longing to say written in his eyes.

"I love you" I said, panting into his mouth, before diving in for another kiss. Two more thrusts and I'm gone, feeling him exploding inside me with a harsh breath of relief, sighing heavily into my neck.

A minute, more than that or less, I can't say, was what it takes for him to rise his head and look back at me again. My hands caressed his face lovingly and he took hold of them and looked at the deep red circles around my wrists.

"I'm sorry, baby." He said, kissing my wounds, showering it with loving kisses. "Sorry" he mubled against my skin.

"That's ok. Really" I said, to reassure him.

"Are you ok?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I am."

"I shouldn't..." he begin apologizing again.

"Stop it." I said, and he stared at me for a moment, unsure. I felt my lips curve into a smile and his face softened in relief. He kissed me one more time and then stepped back, smoothing his clothes and his hair. I tried to do the same, looking down at the total mess of my clothes and trying to unwrikle my skirt.

"Our meeting is over" he said, looking at me with a fun smile on his face. Then he turned and left me alone at the warehouse, his steps echoing in the silence of the night.

* * * * *

I opened the front door and he was spooned over my couch, reading a newspaper, dressed in a pair of boxers and white T-shirts.

"Hey" I said, grinning widely.

"Hey, there" He said, grinning back.

I know he had plenty of time to take a shower and relax before I get home; he left me there at the warehouse and it took me life half-hour to recover my senses and get out of there. I drove slowly, grinning to myself at probably the best sex I ever had, with the best man ever. I'm tired as hell, but I'm also the happiest woman in the world too.

Vaughn rises from the sofa and comes to me, pecking me at the lips to say hi.

"How was the game?" I say, trying to hold back a laughter.

"It was great! My team won!"

"Really? And what about the score?"

He laughed, pulling me into his arms.

"Well, let's just say everybody is happy with the score"

I can't stand it anymore and let out a loud laughter. He laughes with me and rocks me lightly.

"I don't believe you, Vaughn! Today was so..."

"I know. You don't have to thank me"

I punch him lightly on the arm, and he kisses my cheek, nuzzling me soflty.

"I'm so tired. Let me take a long, warm bath"

"Want some company?"

"Oh, Vaughn... don't tell me you're..."

"I just wanna take good care of my girl" he leans against me to whisper at my ear "I can rub your back"

* * * * *

Moments like these make me feel a whole, happy woman. Sitting on a bathtub, my boyfriend's rubbing my back, soothing the tension of the day out, for the second time today, and we already had all that great sex. That makes a monday worthy. That's worthy coming back home to him.

I close my eyes, leaning on the sensation of his hands against my skin, touching me firmly, easing the pain on my back and shoulders. He's telling me a lame joke that I'm sure he wasn't supposed to tell any woman and we laugh of it. Latery we spent lots of time laughing and kissing and loving each other. That feels so good, that feels so right... I feel so loved with him, so complete... he fills all the missing pieces of myself, of my soul, complete me as a human being. And that feeling compensates everything I've been through in my life.

The End