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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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3,430
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Oh My Gosh . . .
Title: Oh My Gosh...
Author: Maetel
Email: hakaiteki_tamashii@hotmail.com
Rating: NC 17+ (language and some scenes)
Summary: This is my first Alias fic, and I hope everyone enjoys it. Please be kind, this is my first NC 17 scene.
After a mission, Vaughn takes an injured Sydney back to her place to take care of her, and maybe more...
"Why did you want me to take my shirt off agai ask asked Sydney as her CIA handler Michael Vaughn carried her into her bedroom.
"Because of that wound that you tried to hide from your father. I may not have known you as long as he has, but I know how to tell when you are injured," said Vaughn as he laid the brunette on her bed.
"I'm not hurt," said Sydney for what seemed to be the hundreth time that night.
"Syd, I am not stupid. I'm going to get some rubbing alcohol to clean you up with, and when I get back, I want your shirt off," said Vaughn as he walked towards the bathroom.
"Of all the miserable excuses..." said Sydney. She then began to unbutton her shirt and pull it and her bra, which had been cut up, off, wincing as she pulled the shirt away from the bloody wound on her back.
She then stood shakily, groaning audibly, as pain shot up her leg from her ankle. "Probably sprained," she guessed as she hobbled over to the mirror in her bedroom.
Surneurned to where she could seen her back, which now bore a long knife wound, which was caused by a surprise attack from KGB operatives, who were after a disc which the young CIA agent had stolen from Rashid Oman, one of the biggest names in the middle east crime syndicate.
Sydney shuddered as she remembered how close to death she actually came to death tonight. If Vaughn hadn't showed up just in time, Anna surely would have killed her.
While Sydney thought back to the previous night, Michael stood quietly by her bed just watching her.
'God she's beautiful,' he thought as his eyes trailed down her body, studying her face, down her neck and collarbone, lingering for a moment at her chest, trailing down her flat stomach, and drifted down her hips and long legs.
"What?" came Sydney's voice breaking Vaughn out of his reverie.
"Oh... uhm... I found the alcohol and a first aid kit. I have to say that your bathroom is really disorganized. I actually found this before the alcohol," said Vaughn as he held up a small, yellow, rubber ducky.
"Oh my gosh..." said Sydney, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I can't believe that is in there."
"Don't worry about it," said Vaughn. "I have one in my bathroom for whenever my sister and her daughter come to visit. Anyways, let me get a look at your back."
"O-o kay," said Sydney as she walked over to her bed and sat down with her arms covering her chest.
Michael tried to ignore the way his pants felt a bit more snug as the half nude young woman walked over and sat in front of him with her back to him. He took a cotten ball and soaked it slightly in alcohol, before gently dabbing at the wound which went up and down Sydney's back.
He gently pushed her long brown hair over her shoulder as he cleaned the last section of the wound just below the shoulder blades.
"There," said Vaughn as put some bandages over Sydney's wound. "All cleaned and bandaged."
"Thanks Vaughn," said Sydney as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Could you go over to my closet and grab me a shirt?"
"Yeah, of course," said the brownish-blonde haired man. He then walked over to the closet, and with one last look at the brown haired beauty on the bed, pulled out a large, button down shirt.
"Thanks," said Sydney as she took the shirt and put it on, but decided on leaving it unbuttoned. "Vaughn, have you ever come so close to death that you have actually ever seen your life pass before your eyes? See all the tragedies and joys? Go through the sorrow and heartbreak all over again?"
"I have," said Vaughn. "Almost five years ago."
"And did you remember ever regretting not doing something? Not telling someone something," she questioned quietly as tear began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks.
"We all do Sydney," said Vaughn as he carefully wrapped his arms around the crying woman.
"If you had the chance, would you have done everything that you regretted not doing?"
"I'm not sure," he answered honestly as he tried to figure out where her train of thought was heading.
"Well there is one thing that I have regretted, and tonight, when Anna almost... Well there is something I have wanted to do," said Sydney. She then brought Michael's head to her own, and kissed him with all the passion that she had been holding back for tix yix years she had been working with him.
At first he was shocked, but soon felt Sydney lying back on the bed, pulling him down with her while she began to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders and down his arms.
After, her lungs started to burn for air, Sydney broke the kiss and softly said, "I love you. I have loved you ever since I first met you, but I was still hurting because of Danny. At first I wouldn't act upon my feelings because I thought it would be betraying him, but as time went on, I felt the feelings grow stronger and I found that I couldn't act upon them because of work. Now I feel that if I didn't let you know I would never get the chance."
"God... Sydney. I love you too. I never knew what it was I felt until you told me about how you were almost captured and shot in Cairo," said Vaughn as he raised a hand up to carress Sydney's face softly. "The reason I didn't tell you was because I was trying to get reassigned to your case. I knew that there was a chance that someone would find out if I told you."
"I know that we are going to have to act like none of this is happening tomorrow, but just for tonight, can we be just us? Without the CIA or SD-6 dictating our lives in every little aspect?" questioned Sydney.
Vaughn was almost taken aback by the pure emotion in her voice. The look in her eyes made it impossible for him to answer. So instead he pulled her head down and kissed her softly, slipping his tounge between her lips and letting it duel with her's.
Vaughn then pulled away from Sydney's lips and kissed his way up and her jawline and neck eliciting a small moan from the beautiful brunette. He then began to push the shirt she was wearing off of her shoulders and onto the floor, before bringing his hands up to masage her breasts.
Once again Vaughn kissed a trail along Sydney's skin that lead to her breasts. He took one of the hard nipples into his mouth and began to suck lightly on it. He smiled inwardly when the simple action brought a raw moan of pleasure from the woman he loved. After a moment, he moved to her other breast repeating his actions.
He moved back up to kiss Sydney's lips, as his hands drifted down to undo the button and zipper of Sydney's pants. Once her pants were undone, Michael pulled both her pants and her underwear down. He then moved back up and kissed her as his hand drifted down between her legs. Sydney moaned into the kiss when she felt two of his fingers enter her, gently carressing her inner walls as he slowly moved them in and out of her.
As Vaughn's fingers began to move faster, Sydney began to take shorter, shallower breaths as she felt the pressure build up inside her until it became too much and her body locked up by the force of orgasm.
As she came down from the feeling of bliss, Sydney felt Vaughn's hands leave her opening and saw that he was moving to take off his own pants and boxers.
Once the articles of clothing were off he moved in between her legs. In one movement he entered her and began to move at a slow pace.
Sidney soon felt the pressure of a building orgasm gather within her, and soon she was longing for a release which only he could grant her. As he thrust into her, the pressure grew until each of her muscles locked up, and the she once again came. Along with her blissful state, Sydney felt his member spasm within her releasing his seed within her.
After about thirty minutes, Michael looked at the sleeping Sydney with a sad smile adorning his handsome features. He then rose from the bed, carefully so not to wake her, and quickly dressed. He then silently walked to her bedroom door, and with one last long look, walked out of her room closing the door. Not once did he notice the small tear falling from the eye of his sleeping love.
Author: Maetel
Email: hakaiteki_tamashii@hotmail.com
Rating: NC 17+ (language and some scenes)
Summary: This is my first Alias fic, and I hope everyone enjoys it. Please be kind, this is my first NC 17 scene.
After a mission, Vaughn takes an injured Sydney back to her place to take care of her, and maybe more...
"Why did you want me to take my shirt off agai ask asked Sydney as her CIA handler Michael Vaughn carried her into her bedroom.
"Because of that wound that you tried to hide from your father. I may not have known you as long as he has, but I know how to tell when you are injured," said Vaughn as he laid the brunette on her bed.
"I'm not hurt," said Sydney for what seemed to be the hundreth time that night.
"Syd, I am not stupid. I'm going to get some rubbing alcohol to clean you up with, and when I get back, I want your shirt off," said Vaughn as he walked towards the bathroom.
"Of all the miserable excuses..." said Sydney. She then began to unbutton her shirt and pull it and her bra, which had been cut up, off, wincing as she pulled the shirt away from the bloody wound on her back.
She then stood shakily, groaning audibly, as pain shot up her leg from her ankle. "Probably sprained," she guessed as she hobbled over to the mirror in her bedroom.
Surneurned to where she could seen her back, which now bore a long knife wound, which was caused by a surprise attack from KGB operatives, who were after a disc which the young CIA agent had stolen from Rashid Oman, one of the biggest names in the middle east crime syndicate.
Sydney shuddered as she remembered how close to death she actually came to death tonight. If Vaughn hadn't showed up just in time, Anna surely would have killed her.
While Sydney thought back to the previous night, Michael stood quietly by her bed just watching her.
'God she's beautiful,' he thought as his eyes trailed down her body, studying her face, down her neck and collarbone, lingering for a moment at her chest, trailing down her flat stomach, and drifted down her hips and long legs.
"What?" came Sydney's voice breaking Vaughn out of his reverie.
"Oh... uhm... I found the alcohol and a first aid kit. I have to say that your bathroom is really disorganized. I actually found this before the alcohol," said Vaughn as he held up a small, yellow, rubber ducky.
"Oh my gosh..." said Sydney, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I can't believe that is in there."
"Don't worry about it," said Vaughn. "I have one in my bathroom for whenever my sister and her daughter come to visit. Anyways, let me get a look at your back."
"O-o kay," said Sydney as she walked over to her bed and sat down with her arms covering her chest.
Michael tried to ignore the way his pants felt a bit more snug as the half nude young woman walked over and sat in front of him with her back to him. He took a cotten ball and soaked it slightly in alcohol, before gently dabbing at the wound which went up and down Sydney's back.
He gently pushed her long brown hair over her shoulder as he cleaned the last section of the wound just below the shoulder blades.
"There," said Vaughn as put some bandages over Sydney's wound. "All cleaned and bandaged."
"Thanks Vaughn," said Sydney as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Could you go over to my closet and grab me a shirt?"
"Yeah, of course," said the brownish-blonde haired man. He then walked over to the closet, and with one last look at the brown haired beauty on the bed, pulled out a large, button down shirt.
"Thanks," said Sydney as she took the shirt and put it on, but decided on leaving it unbuttoned. "Vaughn, have you ever come so close to death that you have actually ever seen your life pass before your eyes? See all the tragedies and joys? Go through the sorrow and heartbreak all over again?"
"I have," said Vaughn. "Almost five years ago."
"And did you remember ever regretting not doing something? Not telling someone something," she questioned quietly as tear began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks.
"We all do Sydney," said Vaughn as he carefully wrapped his arms around the crying woman.
"If you had the chance, would you have done everything that you regretted not doing?"
"I'm not sure," he answered honestly as he tried to figure out where her train of thought was heading.
"Well there is one thing that I have regretted, and tonight, when Anna almost... Well there is something I have wanted to do," said Sydney. She then brought Michael's head to her own, and kissed him with all the passion that she had been holding back for tix yix years she had been working with him.
At first he was shocked, but soon felt Sydney lying back on the bed, pulling him down with her while she began to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders and down his arms.
After, her lungs started to burn for air, Sydney broke the kiss and softly said, "I love you. I have loved you ever since I first met you, but I was still hurting because of Danny. At first I wouldn't act upon my feelings because I thought it would be betraying him, but as time went on, I felt the feelings grow stronger and I found that I couldn't act upon them because of work. Now I feel that if I didn't let you know I would never get the chance."
"God... Sydney. I love you too. I never knew what it was I felt until you told me about how you were almost captured and shot in Cairo," said Vaughn as he raised a hand up to carress Sydney's face softly. "The reason I didn't tell you was because I was trying to get reassigned to your case. I knew that there was a chance that someone would find out if I told you."
"I know that we are going to have to act like none of this is happening tomorrow, but just for tonight, can we be just us? Without the CIA or SD-6 dictating our lives in every little aspect?" questioned Sydney.
Vaughn was almost taken aback by the pure emotion in her voice. The look in her eyes made it impossible for him to answer. So instead he pulled her head down and kissed her softly, slipping his tounge between her lips and letting it duel with her's.
Vaughn then pulled away from Sydney's lips and kissed his way up and her jawline and neck eliciting a small moan from the beautiful brunette. He then began to push the shirt she was wearing off of her shoulders and onto the floor, before bringing his hands up to masage her breasts.
Once again Vaughn kissed a trail along Sydney's skin that lead to her breasts. He took one of the hard nipples into his mouth and began to suck lightly on it. He smiled inwardly when the simple action brought a raw moan of pleasure from the woman he loved. After a moment, he moved to her other breast repeating his actions.
He moved back up to kiss Sydney's lips, as his hands drifted down to undo the button and zipper of Sydney's pants. Once her pants were undone, Michael pulled both her pants and her underwear down. He then moved back up and kissed her as his hand drifted down between her legs. Sydney moaned into the kiss when she felt two of his fingers enter her, gently carressing her inner walls as he slowly moved them in and out of her.
As Vaughn's fingers began to move faster, Sydney began to take shorter, shallower breaths as she felt the pressure build up inside her until it became too much and her body locked up by the force of orgasm.
As she came down from the feeling of bliss, Sydney felt Vaughn's hands leave her opening and saw that he was moving to take off his own pants and boxers.
Once the articles of clothing were off he moved in between her legs. In one movement he entered her and began to move at a slow pace.
Sidney soon felt the pressure of a building orgasm gather within her, and soon she was longing for a release which only he could grant her. As he thrust into her, the pressure grew until each of her muscles locked up, and the she once again came. Along with her blissful state, Sydney felt his member spasm within her releasing his seed within her.
After about thirty minutes, Michael looked at the sleeping Sydney with a sad smile adorning his handsome features. He then rose from the bed, carefully so not to wake her, and quickly dressed. He then silently walked to her bedroom door, and with one last long look, walked out of her room closing the door. Not once did he notice the small tear falling from the eye of his sleeping love.
The End... Or is it?