The Priest And The Naughty Doctor

"Ok, Shotgun, get in position," Vaughn heard Dixon's voice in his speaker.

"Copy that," he replied, before leaving his position to go to the hospital's triage.

The place was crowded and the priest suit was beyond uncomfortable, he was feeling the sweat start to gather around his neck and the tight collar was driving him crazy, already. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wear it for a long time.

Syd appeared down the long corridor, walking in his direction, completely immersed in her cover up as a doctor. She was even walking differently and, if he didn't know that pretty face so well by now, he would have been fooled by her. But when she saw him something sparkled in her eyes.

"Oh my god, father! What happened to you?" she asked, almost laughing, trying hard to hide the smirk on her face. Vaughn smiled, having fun with it.

"Some people won't just accept the Lord's words that easily."

"I see. But who would hit a priest?"

"Believe me, some would do it.

Syd nodded, biting her lips to hide the amusement, an idea start to form already in her mind. She clicked off the comm. and looked at him, from up to down, biting the tip of her thumb and staring at him from over her glasses.

"You know, father, this triage is too crowded. Why don't you let me fix that wound in a quieter place?" she asked.

Vaughn opened his mouth, baffled by what she said.

"Syd? Are you serious? Now? But... we are on a..." he whispered, leaning against her.

"Shut up!" she whispered back "Just play along with me."

Vaughn nodded, trying to keep up the straight face. Oh, she was having so much fun with this.

They had an agreement, back when they still were boyfriend and girlfriend, when the mess of their lives hadn't taken them apart, that they would never do it during a mission. Of course, there were times when she simply looked too damn hot or attractive for him to resist. Or when they were in an exotic place, in an exotic alias and they have some extra time to fulfill. Vaughn also knew how much she loved staying in character in these situations, he used to joke saying that he had had sex with college girl, a sassy secretary and a gothic girl at the same week to tease her. Not that they would endanger the missions, but still...

Now he was a bit baffled by her reaction to his priest alias. It was... well, it was kinky in a good way. But, still, that was Sydney, when it came to Vaughn nothing was weird enough for her. Even if he was dressed beggar, she would most likely say he was attractive.

"Ok, let's go," he said, after a small debate inside his mind.

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Syd led him to a file room, where she knew they wouldn't be disturbed. Plus, Keira was in surgery and she would take at least another hour, they had plenty of time for a little 'confession'.

It was a tight dusty room, covered with cabinets and shelves with medical files all over the place. The smell of mold took over the air, along with the distinguished scent of a room that spends most of its time locked.

"Sit here," she said, pointing a chair and a small table on the corner of the room. Vaughn took a sit there, as she pulled the other dusty chair closer to him, placing on the table the tray with the material she would use to clean up his wound.

"Does it hurt too much?" she was quite intrigued of how he'd gotten hurt, but she tried to act nonchalantly.

"Not that much. You have soft hands"

Syd smiled, biting her lower lip. Vaughn chuckled, he couldn't help enjoying it too, the way she acted, the way she really pretended to be the caring and professional doctor. And, obviously, the way she looked at him, the flirty batting of eyelashes and the fake pretense that she wasn't doing it.

"You know, I used to be a catholic."

"Yeah? And how long has it been since your last confession?"

"Well... I'm not sure, but it was a long time ago."

"I see. And have you committed many sins since then?"

"I'm only human, father, I'm sure I've committed countless sins."

"Would you like to confess them now?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah..." she replied, a naughty smile curving her lips and every intention implicit in her voice.

Vaughn chuckled, nodding his head lightly as she removed her glasses and knelt in front of him.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It's been many years since my last confession."

"What's your sin, my child?"

Syd bit the tip of her thumb, her other putting away the piece of cotton she was using to clean his wound. Her glance moved from his face to his neck, to the tight collar of his shirt and down his chest. He sure looked astonishingly sexy in those clothes.

"I've been having lots of bad thoughts...."

"What kind of thoughts?"

"Thoughts of you, father..."

"Me? What kind?"

"Oh..." she said, putting on her best shy smile. "I'm ashamed to even pronounce them."

"You don't have to me ashamed, you can trust me," Vaughn said, holding her hand in his and rubbing it slowly, in a very familiar way.

That bastard, she thought, he's loving it as much as I am, Sydney thought. She lowered her eyes, trying to pull away her hands, but he held her tighter, still rubbing it.

"Well... from the moment I saw, you father, I can't stop thinking of... of..."

She knew how to tease him too. It was so easy sometimes and right now she could already foresee what she'd do next. Running her tongue over her lips, she looked into his eyes and lowered her voice to a very seductive tone.

"I can't stop thinking about running my tongue down your neck... opening the zipper of your pants and... blowing you..."

She watched, amused, as he tried to keep his breathing steady. It was almost visible the thoughts working in his mind, as he tried hard not to visualize what she just said.

"I see... that's not really an appropriate thought."

"And what shall be my punishment, father?" she said, supporting her weight on his knees. Vaughn let go of her hand and moved it to her cheek, caressing it, smoothing her bangs tenderly.

"You've been a very, very bad girl, Sydney. Perish those thoughts from your mind!"

"I can't," she said, glaring his lips. She ran her hand up his body, caressing his chest and stopping at his collar, tugging slightly and hooking her finger at it. "You have to teach me how I can get rid of those kinds of thoughts."

"You have to control your lust, my child"

"But how can I do it? I mean, how can you do it, father?"

He looked down at his leg, watching her scratch it, dangerously close to his cock. He could feel it twitching in anticipation, the rush of pleasure running down to concentrate in that area.

"How bad would it be if I kissed you, father?" Sydney said, moving closer to him so her lips were a few inches from his, her breathing brushing his face. He moved both her hands to her head, cupping her face carefully.

"Very bad..."

Sydney smiled and leaned slightly against him, just enough so their lips would touch in a kiss, slow, careful; as if it really was the first time they kissed. Vaughn opened his mouth to hers, closing his eyes and letting go with the kiss, with the sweet taste of her mouth, the faint taste of coffee and the sweetness that was so familiar and so her own. He could feel her smile turning into a smirk as he intensified the kiss.

"So I guess I'm a really, really bad girl, then," she said, pulling away suddenly and slowly.

"You're such a beautiful person, Sydney, that I'm sure god would forgive me for having these thoughts regarding you."

Her smile became brighter and wider. Sydney slid her hand, fingers tantalizingly touching his chest until they reached his lap again, opening the zipper of his pants, her eyes still locked to his.

"Tell me more about it," she said, still working on her task of freeing his semi-hard cock off his pants.

"I can't stop thinking about how your lips would feel... around me... as you..."

He closed his eyes when her hands finally made the first contact with his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed in bliss, as she skillfully caressed him, from his head to his tip, touching his balls with the same tenderness and attention. The whole time she had her eyes on him, watching his every reaction.

"You know, I enjoy giving head. I kind of like how powerful it makes me feel, to have such impact and to give someone such pleasure. I love the way a man tries to control himself at first, and then he can't stop buckling against me, whispering my name and so close to the edge. I'd love to make you feel that way. Would you give me that little treat, father?"

"If your lips feel as good as they taste, Sydney, then I'm sure I'm condemned to spend the rest of eternity in hell for this sin I'm about to commit."

She held his base firmly, yet so tenderly and smiled, as she lowered her head against him. Vaughn closed his eyes in anticipation, groaning, the moment her lips touched the tip of him, circling it with her tongue, small circles sweeping around it. He grew harder, a humming sensation spreading on every nerve ending of his body.

Vaughn's hands let go of her head, gripping the arms of the chair and pressing his lips together, tightly, so he wouldn't scream. Sydney's lips around him felt soft, tender, the way she blew him, tongue still swirling around his tip, cleaning of the moisture that gathered there. She opened her mouth wider, to take him in as much as she could, making his whole body tremble. Oh, how much he loved the things she did to him, the concentration she would take in the simple task of blowing him and the wicked ideas she had. He couldn't ever dream of a better partner for these assignments, Vaughn doubted he would ever have the courage to do these kinds of things with anyone else but her.

And, by now, he was so into her little game that he forced himself to hold her still, making her stop and raise her head, a confused look on her face.

He stood up, giving his back to her. Syd froze, still on her knees.

"What happened? Did I hurt you or..."

He turned to her again; holding her by the shoulders and making her stand up.

"We can't do it, Sydney, I have my vows, this is wrong..."

She still looked confused, but then she saw the glint of laughter in his eyes. Yeah, he still was in character and, after a momentary lapse, she was back into hers too.

"But how can we resist it when it feels so right?"

Vaughn stared at her face for a moment, the swollen and moist lips, they standing a few inches from each other, feeling each other's body heat but not touching. She was twisting her hands in anxiety. He could tell by her body language how aroused she already was and he hasn't even touched her yet. Vaughn took a moment to make the mental note of playing more games like this with her later; it was obviously a perfect turn on to her.

"I'd rather burn in hell than live my life without having felt the heat of your body, Sydney," he said, pulling her into a searing kiss, wrapping her into his arms. Syd started to giggle against his mouth and her giggles turned into a fit of laughing. She parted the kiss and pulled away slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, confused.

"'I'd rather burn in hell than live without having felt the heat of your body'? Are you kidding me?" she asked, still laughing.

"It sounds pretty priest-like to me."

"Oh, my god, that was so lame, Vaughn!"

"Syd, you're ruining the moment here!" he said, somewhat offended. In fact, Sydney wasn't sure if he was truly offended or just embarrassed by her laughter. He let go off her embrace.

"No, no, I'm sorry, come here," Syd tried to amend the situation, pulling him back into her arms and kissing his cheeks. "Forgive me, father Vaughn. I didn't mean to mock your ambiguous feelings, now please will you fuck me?"

It was his turn to laugh. He resumed their kissing and pushed her against the wall, pressing her there. He couldn't be angry with her for a long time, anyway, much less when he was half-way naked and ready to have sex.

Vaughn ran his hands over her body, stopping at the hem of her pants, clumsily unbuttoning it. He pulled it down in a fast move, his other hand now occupied with the task of removing her blouse without stopping the kissing.

Syd's hair, by now, was falling off the tight bun on the top of her head, messed strands unevenly smoothed, as she let it fall down her shoulders, bringing a satisfied smile to his lips. He loved her hair; he loved when, in the middle of the night, she curled around his body, her long strands of hair grazing his chest as she looked for a comfortable position to settle against him. He loved the messy cascade it turned into whenever they made love, whenever they rolled on the bed, the unspoken and understated fight they used to engage.

And he also loved grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling it slightly, enough to make her sigh and part her lips in a silent yelp of delight as he did that. He ran his hand from her nape up to her head, holding her still by her hair, as he roughly caressed her belly, no longer playing their role-playing game. He was now more worried about satisfying the lust and burying himself deep into her. Vaughn pulled down his own pants and started unbuttoning the shirt.

"No, don't do it," she said, putting her hand atop his. He couldn't help a smirk by her reaction.

"You're really into this kinky stuff, aren't you?"

She smiled, raising her leg and hooking it around his waist, pressing him against her opened legs. Sydney let the high heel of her shoe rub against the back of his thigh on purpose, knowing how much he liked such things.

"Yeah."

He sighed by the feel of him pressing against her, pulling harder at her hair. Biting the outline of her jaw, he started to suck lightly at her skin, going down to the hem of her blouse, while his hands worked on the task of pushing her panties aside and touching her between the legs, her juices coating his finger. Vaughn groaned, it still amazed him how wet and ready she would always be for him, even when they had to hurry and he would barely touch her, like today. In one swift move, he was inside her; fast, hard and steady, tearing a loud gasp out of her.

"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed, closing her eyes at the overwhelming sensation.

Vaughn laughed breathless, the look on her face was priceless, mouth slightly open and eyes tightly shut. He pulled back slowly, feeling her smoothly wet around him, pushing back even slower, giving her some time to adjust to him. But, by the way she was pressing her foot against him; Vaughn could tell she was more than ready, silently pleading him to go on.

"Come on, Vaughn," she said, holding on to him by his shoulders "We have to hurry."

He sped up his movements, knocking her against the wall, thrusting harder into her. Vaughn used both his arms to support himself against the wall, framing her head. He could hear the small whimpers coming out of her mouth, even though she tired to overcome them, biting her lips and he couldn't hide a smirk by the whole situation.

The room still had the faint smell of mold and now the thick and familiar scent of them mixed, maybe because he was too close to her, but he also could feel the scent of her sweat mixed with her perfume, the same she's used for years now. It was so intricate and each time they made love he could swear he felt a different scent in her, although the perfume was always the same.

Syd let her hair fall down on his shoulder, moaning against him. She felt her whole body shuddering every time he thrust into her, making her bounce. For a second he stopped, as if to regain speed, and restarted moving in a different pace and reaching different spots. She let out a loud yelp, as she felt him deep within her.

He was close, his balls were tightening and he closed his eyes, lowering his hands to touch Sydney between her legs, finding her clit. He rubbed her, trying to speed up her orgasm so she would come with him. She clenched her teeth as her walls tightened and sobbed loudly, letting the orgasm wash her, in time with Vaughn's who came right after her.

She let her head fall heavily against the wall, regaining her breath. She felt her insides tingle from the orgasm and she slowly came to herself, the feel of Vaughn inside her, his arms around her, his chest pressing against her own and the green and deep stare, the cocky smirk on his face.

"Did I pay my penitence, father?"

He snorted, "Yes, my child, you can go now."

She took a moment to test her legs. Yeah, she could walk now; the mind-blowing orgasms hadn't left any side effects but the stubborn grin on her face. She would have to find a really good excuse to Keira later.

"Do you think God can punish us for that?"

"For having sex? I'm sure he'd have to punish lots of people, then," he said, pulling up his pants and watching her smooth her hair back into a bun.

"No, I mean... you're dressed as a priest."

"Yeah, but..." she frowned a bit but let it go when he pulled be into his arms for a tender kiss. "Good thing I'm not a catholic, you sure look hot in this outfit."

He chuckled "I'll save it for later, you little miss 'I've got some hots for a priest'."

She kissed him one last time before letting him go to open the door and check it they could leave the room unnoticed.

"Ok, wait five minutes before you leave."

"Ok."

"See you soon, babe."

"See you, Vaughn."

And he left with a smile on his lips.

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THE END