Lust and Jealousy

She watches Syd walking through the Op Center with curiosity, the way her hips sway from one side to the other. She finds it rather fascinating, hypnotic, almost. From the first time she had laid her eyes on that woman she had felt this unexplainable attraction, this burning desire inside her that craved to touch her, to feel the smooth texture of her skin.

Lauren smiled when she thought of the first time she kissed Sydney. She still was Julia Thorne and, obviously, she now had no recollection of such event, but Lauren still replayed it in her mind sometimes. Specially when she caught her husband staring at the brunette with such passion and desire. It was impossible to be close to Sydney and not to crave her, like a drug addicted craved a shot of heroine. And Lauren smiled cause she also knew what it was like to be her lover, she knew what Vaughn missed about her. Except that she knew a side of Sydney Bristow that he had no idea that existed, a side of her that not even Sydney herself thought would exist. The side of her that was called Julia Thorne.

They met in a cold night, in Rome, when Lauren was assigned for a mission. She would work with Julia, as her partner, but the lady had the ego of a queen, it was rather impossible for another woman to work with her. Lauren had heard of her from Simon Walker and she also caught the hint of smile that appeared at the corner of his lips when she mentioned Julia Thorne. Yes, he knew her, he knew her too well. Partners in crime and in bed, as he so willingly stated. Lauren smirked at his sexist remarks, not really in the mood of engaging any kind of discussion with him right now.

Julia entered the room right after. She had a leather jacket on and the sound of her high heels echoing on the ground called their attention. She was something, indeed, tall and slim, her long legs clad in a pair of black boots and half of her thighs were exposed by the tiny skirt she was wearing. She stopped, looking at Simon, and removed the sunglasses, her big blue eyes shinning. By that time Lauren had no idea she was wearing contact lenses, her disguise good enough to fool her.

"It better be good, for you to be in such a hurry."

"I thought that seeing me was pleasure enough for you to leave your fortress," he said, in a too much self-assured tone of voice.

"Spare me, Simon, what is it?"

"Julia, this is Lauren. You're going to work together on our next assignment."

The woman looked at Lauren, who was still sitting on a comfortable chair, from her head to her feet. She felt a shiver running up her spine when she recognized Vaughn's wife there, dressed all differently and obviously betraying him. It took her a great amount of strength to keep herself under control, but at this point in her life Julia was telling herself she didn't gave a shit to anything else anymore. At least that was what she told herself everyday.

"No offense, but... why am I going to work with somebody else?"

"Because she's an expert on bio weapons and we're going to work with some very soon. That's why."

Julia rolled her eyes and moved to the bar Simon kept in his office. She poured herself a drink and, turning slightly, offered some to Lauren, who politely declined. She was still looking at the woman with curiosity, by the corner of her eyes. Lauren, on the other hand, couldn't keep her stare away from the other woman, as she walked gingerly to the couch and sat there, crossing her legs. She wasn't the femme fatale type, but her attitude was a big plus to her personality.

Simon seemed to be bored and rose from where he was sit, leaning against Julia, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"I'll finish some business I have on the other room while you girls catch up." He said, his mouth close to her ear. Julia didn't even flinched.

And, if someone had told her that she would met the other side of Julia about an year later, Lauren wouldn't believe. She wouldn't believe that the needy Sydney Bristow and Julia Thorne were the same person.

Lauren felt a shiver when she met Julia's stare, the way she looked back at her was starting to get to her, to annoy her.

"So, you're the bio weapons specialist, right?"

"Yes. And you are the thief, right?"

"That's a way of seeing it, yeah." Julia said, her voice carrying the same blasé tone. She crossed her legs and started jiggling one of them slightly. "So, tell me more about you, Lauren. Are you with the Covenant too?"

"A man called Cole brought me there."

"Yes, I know him," Julia said, while taking a long drink of her glass. The mention of Cole's name annoyed her, but still, so many things about the Covenant annoyed her. It was just a job, she told herself, he was just her employer, nothing else.

Lauren slid a hand over her long blonde hair and Julia could see the wedding ring on her finger. She had nice hands, though. When Lauren wasn't using her utterly irritating voice, Julia could see her as a beautiful woman, attracting, even, but not someone she would imagine Vaughn attracted to. But if you pay closer attention, he was more like the tall blonde women type, from what she knew of his past girlfriends. She wondered for a second what he would think of her now, with her long blonde hair, hiding her previous chestnut one.

Sometimes Julia forgot who she was. She forgot that once she was Sydney Bristow, the weeping weak spy who would cry after killing an enemy. Julia Thorne was different, she would kill her enemies slowly, taking pleasure in it, smiling, even. Julia Thorne was a cold-hearted killer who had a few pleasures in her life and she got bored of things easily, like fucking Simon. She was doing it for almost a year now and that was starting to bore her too. Now she was trying to find something else to amuse her and it would not be something like collecting stamps.

The sound of Lauren's dull voice startled her back to reality. Of course, Lauren had no idea yet of who she was. Or did she? Now that Julia stopped to think, they were both playing a game of make believe, where Lauren pretended she didn't know Sydney and Sydney pretended she was Julia and never was Sydney. Julia pretended she didn't hate Lauren for marrying the man she still loved and Lauren pretended she didn't hated Julia for being the woman in her husbands dreams, the one who called out when he came and he didn't even realized it. She pretended it all didn't bother at all.

She also pretended she wasn't feeling aroused when Julia moved closer, sitting by her side on the couch, her knee brushing slightly against her own.

"Simon says you're his girlfriend or something like that. How close is it from the truth and how much of it was just his chauvinist babbling?"

"He's just the guy I fuck occasionally. No strings attached."

"I see."

"I'm no man's woman."

"I see. And no woman's woman too?"

"Well," Julia put her glass on the coffee table besides the couch, turning away from Lauren slightly. "Sometimes I can be."

"Like now, for example?"

"Like now, for example." Julia said.

She was close to Lauren now. She had this wicked idea that it would be interesting kissing Vaughn's wife, the sexy tall blonde he had chosen to marry. Some part of her still told her it was wrong, but she wouldn't bother with that now, the other part, the stronger part of her, wanted it so badly. It had been a long time since she was with a woman, now it sounded like a great idea. And Lauren seemed willing to play along with her.

"Have you ever kissed a woman before, Julia?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I wouldn't like to be your first, it's always an awkward situation." Lauren said, before grabbing Julia's face between her hands and kissing her. It was rough, ruthless, although her lips were soft and warm. Lauren held the other woman close to her, wrapping her arm around her waist while kissing her fiercely, her tongue invading Julia's mouth without ceremony. She felt a stab of excitement when she heard the soft whimper that came out of her mouth, as Lauren pushed her against the couch, making her lie slightly. She wasted no time before letting her hands roam over Julia's body, touching her breasts over the top she was wearing, grabbing her and kneading her flesh. The hand that was holding her waist moved up to her neck, holding a handful of her smooth hair, while the other slipped under her skirt, quickly finding its way to her underwear. Julia seemed to protest slightly, pushing Lauren away, which startled her.

"What the fuck..." she said, as she was violently pushed back to her sitting position. But she didn't had much time to talk, Julia's lips were soon back to her and she crawled her way to Lauren's lap, entwining her fingers in her long hair. Julia was that kind of woman that lead the conversation, one would end up talking about whatever she wanted, and it wasn't much different when it came to sex. She decided she would be on top of Lauren, straddling her legs, and there wasn't much Lauren could do, besides comply.

That was a wonderful feeling, the softness of Lauren's hands undressing her with harsh movements, exposing her breasts to the cool air, while she eagerly leaned to take a nipple into her mouth. It was exquisite, she did it with delicacy and roughness, biting, sucking, practically devouring her if she could. Julia whimpered when Lauren let go of her breasts and almost laughed at the pout expression on her face.

"You're so demanding, did you know that?" Lauren said, as she slipped her hands under Julia's panties. She felt the other woman shudder lightly, closing her eyes and leaning against her touch. Julia was wet and hot and Lauren's fingers slipped slowly to her opening, teasing her, brushing all the way to her clit, without really touching her. She was rewarded by the muffled moan that came out of her mouth. She took great pleasure in watching Julia contorting herself, desperately wanting Lauren to touch her. She traced a line over her folds, slowly teasing her until she reached Julia's clit, making her whimper loudly. Without a warning, she pushed two fingers inside her, making a harsh gasp come out of Julia's mouth. At this point, she was leaning against Lauren's hand, practically riding it, looking for support in the back of the couch, forcing her grip on it.

Julia wasn't the loud type. Simon was the first to mention it, that she never made a loud sound when she came. Instead, Julia would dig her fingernails on his back and hold back a silent scream. Even now, when the feel of Lauren's fingers inside her, added to the wetness of her tongue circling her nipples, were bringing her to the edge so quickly she thought she'd might pass out. But she wouldn't say that, she wouldn't show it. Julia entwined her fingers in Lauren's hair, opening her eyes to look at her, the wicked look on her face would tell her that Lauren was having so much fun with this, she was loving the fact of having a squirming woman in her arms. She rubbed her harder, Lauren's wedding ring making a friction against her folds, enticing a high pitched whimper from Julia, only to slow it down and please herself with the frustration on her face.

"Make me come," Julia said hoarsely. She leaned against Lauren, ravishing her neck with small bites and laps, her scent all around her now. Lauren smelled like some floral perfume she had known a while ago, maybe Julia knew someone who used the same, but she couldn't recall right now. Not when Lauren's fingers pushed even deeper inside her and her thumb teased her clit right there, at the perfect spot, carelessly, not worrying if her nails might hurt her. They were, in fact, hurting her a bit, but not that she would care for it now, the first wave of her orgasm washing over her. Julia buried her face in Lauren's neck and rocked herself until the orgasm took over her and stopped. She lied there, still.

"I wonder what Simon would think if he walk into the room right now." Lauren whispered, removing her fingers from Julia. She licked them, a mischievous look on her face as she watched Julia's lusty expression. All those little things about Lauren made her aroused, as much as she never would imagine she would feel for any woman. With the tip of her fingers she teased the bit of skin exposed of her belly, delicately caressing her, making a shuddered breath come out of her mouth.

"Tell me what you like" she whispered, the sweetness in her voice as thick as honey. She pulled open the buttons of Lauren's flyer, watching the woman's eyes fluttering shut as she pressed herself against the couch. Julia leaned against her, planting a soft kiss on her lips and sliding her hand inside Lauren's pants, reaching the hotness of her wet center. She was so hot and wet that it made her giggle a bit, Lauren's reaction when her slightly cold fingers touched her clit, so lightly, teasing her.

"Don't tease me," Lauren said, holding Julia's hand and pushing it deeper into her in a harsh movement. In all of a sudden she started to guide Julia's hand in and out, faster and the way she liked it. Lauren hissed, grinding against Julia's hand, the orgasm starting to build up inside her faster than she could even imagine it might happen. Lauren opened her eyes slowly to meet Julia's, blue and huge, staring back at her. She tried to read them, tried to understand what was going on in her mind, but Julia wouldn't let her. She wouldn't ever again let someone read her like she let before.

Lauren muffled moans were increasing its pitch and she was getting more restless under Julia. The way she tugged at her hair, pulling at it, was starting to annoy her, but Julia had to admit that she took great pleasure in watching Lauren contorting herself like that, almost begging for her release. It wouldn't take long until she came against her.

One of Julia's hands started to roam under Lauren's blouse, squeezing her breasts, each one at time, raking her nails over the oversensitive nipples. She moaned louder and, for a second, she was afraid that Simon might have heard them. She was so close now, so close, that...

"What the fuck?!" she asked, when Julia stopped her ministrations to slide down her lap an to the floor, kneeling in front of Lauren. She pulled her pants put and shoved it away from them, pushing her legs apart and bending to go down on Lauren, who leaned backwards, another high-pitched noise coming out of her mouth. Julia couldn't help but smiling at her reaction, smiling against her clit, as she started to lick and tease Lauren's cunt eagerly, as if she was about to devour her. It didn't take long until Lauren came, buckling against Julia's face.

When Lauren was aware of her surrounding again, Julia was standing, looking at her from her height with bright cold eyes and rearranging her outfit. One could hardly tell she just gave head to a woman, except for the ruby lips. And, still, it would take some experience to be sure of that.

"Tell Simon I had to leave. Business meeting or whatever you can think of."

"You're going already?"

"Don't get me wrong, Lauren, it's nothing personal. I'm sure we'll meet again, eventually. We can do that more often," she said, leaving the room with a wink.

Indeed, if only Sydney knew the number of times that she and Lauren had been intimate to each other like that. Except it wasn't really Sydney, but maybe the best part of her, the one that would answer by the name Julia.

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THE END