Title: Bite Me |
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“Where is he?” she asks Weiss between clenched teeth. “Uh… who, Vaughn?” he asks, confused and more than a little intimidated by her anger. “Yes, Vaughn! Where. Is. He?” “He went out to grab us some lunch, he should be back in a few minutes.” “Fine,” she says. “I’ll wait.” She marches over to Vaughn’s desk and sits down in his chair, crossing her arms and legs. “Man, she is pissed,” Weiss mumbles under his breath, both pitying and envying Vaughn. He knows that Vaughn’s not going to come out of this scrap looking pretty, whatever it’s about. But Weiss can imagine that the passion that fuels Sydney’s rage, when put to more interesting use, must be fucking mind-blowing. Vaughn walks into Weiss’ field of vision, and he tries to catch his eye before he walks into the death trap. Unfortunately, he’s not quick enough, and Vaughn approaches Sydney with a smile. Like a lamb to slaughter. “Hey,” he says, setting an In’n’Out bag on the desk beside her. Sydney glares at him and his smile fades. “What’s the matter?” “What the fuck where you thinking?” she spits out, standing up to meet him at eye level. “What? What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you going over my head and talking to my dad… my fucking DAD about me not going on this mission.” Vaughn sighs and wipes his hand over his face. “Syd,” he says, holding up both hands, “you know I don’t think it’s a good idea that you go on this one. I told you as much.” “Yes, you did. And I told you that you were wrong. You had absolutely no right to go over my head. What is this Vaughn, suddenly you feel the need to protect the ‘little woman’?” “Sydney, I’ve always been protective of you, you know that,” Vaughn says. And then noticing the eyes of the other agents watching them, “Look, can we talk about this somewhere else?” “No, this is a work issue!” she says, face hardened. “Yes, but it’s getting personal, and I don’t want to talk about it here,” he says, glancing around. She follows his gaze and sees the other agents quickly scramble to pretend they’re busy and not watching them. “Fine,” she says, eyes narrowed. “Meet me at my house in half an hour.” “Fine.” @#&*@#&*@#&* Vaughn knocks on Sydney’s door and is greeted by Will. “Man,” he says, shaking his head. “Whatever you did, it must have been bad. I’m sorry, dude. She’s in her room.” Vaughn walks back to Sydney’s bedroom and knocks on the door. He can’t help but think that the last time he was in her bedroom was under much more pleasant circumstances. Sydney opens the door without looking at him, and then shuts it behind him. Any hopes that Vaughn entertained in the car of Sydney having simmered down fly out the window when he sees her face. “You’re making this personal, Sydney, and it’s not,” Vaughn says, biting the bullet. “Oh yeah? Vaughn, you said that you’ve always been protective of me. That may be true, but never before has it stopped you from letting me do my job!” “Sydney…” “Now all of a sudden we’re fucking and you have to act all macho and pull me off a mission?” she yells, cutting him off. “Is that all it is to you,” Vaughn’s voice raises to match hers. “Fucking?” Sydney falters and looks away. “Tell me,” Vaughn says in a frighteningly quiet voice, as he closes in on her. She steps back and meets the wall. Vaughn takes a step and places his hands on the wall, trapping Sydney’s head in the middle. “Tell. Me.” Sydney raises her head defiantly and looks him in the eye. “Sometimes,” she says harshly. “Like when?” “Like now.” She mashes her mouth to his, ramming her tongue inside. He presses her into the wall and lifts her knees, wrapping her legs around his waist. Sydney grabs Vaughn’s hair in her hands and further attacks his mouth, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “Ow!” he yells, turning around and throwing her on the bed. “You’re going to pay for that.” “Yeah? Make me,” she challenges him. Vaughn takes off his suit jacket and lets it fall to the floor before straddling her and pinning her arms above her head with one hand. With the other he rips her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. “That was my favourite shirt, you bastard,” she says, easily wriggling one arm out of his grasp. “Not so fast,” he says, grabbing her free wrist and bringing it back over her head with the other one. He leans down and kisses her fiercely. She lifts her body to press against him, but not wanting to give her the satisfaction, he moves away. Instead he lowers his head to her breast and bites her nipple through the fabric of her bra, and is rewarded with a moan. He gives the same treatment to the other nipple and receives the same response. Vaughn lets go of Sydney’s wrists to undo her pants and find other places to bite, but Sydney takes advantage of her freedom and bucks him off of her. In one swift movement she pins him to the bed on his stomach, and she straddles his lower back. Sydney reaches around and undoes his pants, rubbing her hand against his erection as she does. He presses into her hand and moans, but she quickly moves it, roughly pulling down his pants and boxer briefs, and finally his socks. When she’s got them off his legs and discarded by the side of the bed, she moves back up and reaches around to get a firm grasp on his erection. Then she leans down and bites his ass. Hard. “Ah!” he yells in pain, but he also tellingly thrusts into her hand. He flips over with her still straddling his legs and grabs her by the waist. They stare at each other with anger and unmasked lust. Vaughn’s eyes are as hard as the rest of his body, and Sydney’s are volcanic pools. Sydney reaches down and grabs Vaughn’s shirt by the collar, then fluidly yanks it apart, tearing it like he tore hers. Vaughn just stares at her, breathing heavily. “You’re not going to say anything about how expensive your shirt was?” she asks, getting in his face. “Because I know how expensive it was. And I don’t give a fuck.” “Oh you’re gonna give a fuck all right,” he says, laying an assault on her mouth. Their lips smash against each other, and their teeth nip and bite each other’s lips and tongues. Vaughn pushes Sydney down on the bed and begins undoing her pants. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Agent Bristow,” he says, pulling them down her legs, along with her black thong. Then he reaches behind her back and makes quick work of undoing her bra. “That’s better.” Vaughn lowers his head to her stomach and bites her just below her belly button, but Sydney thinks it’s her turn to be the aggressor. She flips him off her and onto his back. She pins his arms to the mattress with her knees, sitting on his chest. “Who says you get to be in charge?” she spits out. “You always get to be in charge. This time I’m giving you the plan, Agent Vaughn.” She moves so that she’s hovering over his face and then lowers herself down. He thrusts his tongue into her center and nips, bites and sucks at her clitoris. She reaches out to hold onto the headboard for stability. Sydney throws her head back as she’s getting closer and closer to climax, but just as she’s about to come, Vaughn slips his arms out from under her knees and grabs her waist. He pushes her off of him and onto her back. Sydney cries out in frustration, glaring at him. “Frustrated?” he asks with an evil grin. “Fuck you!” she says through clenched teeth. “That’s the plan,” he says, pushing into her roughly and throwing her knees over his shoulders. He starts thrusting furiously, and with Sydney already so close to the edge it doesn’t take her long to come. But when she does, she pushes him off her before he has a chance. He is breathing heavily and looking at her with near hatred. “Frustrated?” she mocks, repeating his question. She pushes him onto his back and mounts him, setting a frustratingly slow pace. Vaughn tries to buck into her and pick up speed, but she pulls back whenever he does. He grabs her waist, his fingers digging into her back. “What do you want, Vaughn?” Sydney asks sweetly. “I want you to fuck me hard, now!” he says, glaring at her. Sydney gives him what he wants. But just as his face clenches and he’s about to have his release, she slows up again. “Sydney, please!” he yells, face clenched and eyes closed. She smiles and complies, letting him finish. When he does she pulls him out of her and lies down on top of him. “I’m still mad, you know,” she says into his neck. “I know, and I’m sorry,” he says. “You’re sorry?” she asks, lifting her head in surprise. “Yeah, you were right. I was just being over-protective. I’ll talk to Jack.” “No need, he overruled you anyway,” she tells him with a smirk. “But why didn’t you just tell me you were sorry earlier, it would have saved a lot of aggravation.” “Are you kidding?” he asks incredulously. “That was the best aggravation I’ve ever had in my life!” Sydney giggles and nips his neck. “We’ll have to fight more often,” she says. “You’re going to kill me,” he states matter-of-factly. “Not kill. Just maim.” Vaughn reaches down and pulls the covers over them. In a little bit he’ll have to roll her off of him, but not yet. And in a little bit, he’ll have to think up more ways to piss her off. But not yet. END
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