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“Damn it,” Vaughn whispered into Sydney’s neck. “This would be a hell of a lot easier if there weren’t so many people around.” “I know,” Sydney said, placing a small kiss on his temple. “But it also makes us less conspicuous.” “True,” he commented, standing up and pulling her up with him. “Let’s walk.” They strolled along the Rideau Canal in the direction of the Peace Tower, pretending to admire the tulips. Under other circumstances, Sydney wouldn’t have had to pretend. Tulips were her favourite flower and the abundance of them along the banks of the canal and at various locals in Canada’s capital was breathtaking. But this was a mission, not a sightseeing tour. “I see him,” Vaughn whispered excitedly. They began to walk a little faster, yet still maintained a casual pace, not wanting to announce their presence to the man they were following. When the man looked nervously behind him, Sydney leaned her head against Vaughn’s shoulder. She looked serene, but inside she was panicking. She recognized the man from an SD-6 mission, and she could only hope he didn’t recognize her. The man turned around and kept walking, and Sydney breathed a sigh of relief. “Vaughn, I know that man,” she whispered. “What?” he asked, shocked. “We had a run-in during an SD-6 mission, but either he didn’t notice me, or he didn’t recognize me.” The man turned around again, and this time looked directly at Sydney. It was clear that he had made the connection. He bolted. Sydney and Vaughn began running after him, no longer concerned with drawing attention. They followed him along the canal and he eventually led them up a set of concrete stairs and into downtown Ottawa. By the time they reached the stalls and throngs of people that populated the Byward Market, Sydney was gaining on him. Vaughn headed right to try to head him off. The man glanced back, and realized that Sydney had closed the gap. In a move of desperation, he fished the disk from his jacket and dropped it into a mailbox. Sydney passed the mailbox, still chasing the man. She knew that she could go back to it, but now she wanted to catch the son of a bitch. She almost had him when he slipped around the “Beavertails” stand and disappeared. “Damn!” Sydney cursed. She looked around a bit, but realizing there was no hope in finding him, headed back to the mailbox. She rounded a corner, and nearing the box, saw that a Canada Post mail carrier was emptying it. “Dumb fucking luck!” she said, frustrated. She didn’t like to involve innocent people in her missions, but she was going to have to get that mailbag away from him, with force if necessary. She followed him a little, hoping that he would veer from the crowd and she could take the bag without drawing attention, but luck wasn’t on her side today. Finally she approached him and snatched the bag. He didn’t let go easily though, and she gave him a swift punch to the face to knock him out. “Sorry,” she muttered as she grabbed the bag and left. She could hear people yelling for her to stop, and she moved out of there as quickly as possible, running toward the rendezvous point she and Vaughn had decided on earlier in the event of separation. ~~ Sydney and Vaughn drove down Highway 17, heading west. They had spent last night in a hotel in Ottawa, but their activities had caused attention and they had to lay low. Extraction was touchy as they weren’t really supposed to be in Canada. They were told to get out of Ottawa, find a quiet place in one of the surrounding towns, and stay there for a few days. Sydney smiled as she leaned her head back against the headrest of the passenger seat. She should have been upset that they ran into problems on the mission, but when the result was a few days alone with Vaughn in a secluded spot, how could she have been? They were headed to Deep River, a small town northwest of Ottawa, where Sydney’s aunt and uncle happened to have a cottage along the Ottawa River. Sydney directed Vaughn to pull off the highway, and navigated their way to the cottage. When they pulled to a stop, Vaughn looked over at her and grinned. “So we’re ah, stuck here for the next couple of days,” he said, his smile widening. “Yeah,” Sydney said with mock sincerity. “It’s awful.” “Mmm, awful,” he muttered as he placed his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a long kiss. “Come on,” Sydney said, finally pulling away, “I’ll show you around.” They got out of the car and stretched before Sydney grabbed Vaughn’s hand and led him down to the water. A small deck was built on the rocky shore overlooking the river, and two wooden deck chairs sat side by side, facing the rippling waves. “Come sit down,” Sydney said, easing into one of the chairs and propping her feet up on the railing. “I’ll show you the cottage later.” “This is amazing,” Vaughn said, sitting down beside her. “Yeah, this is the life, eh?” she commented, closing her eyes. “Eh?” Vaughn mocked. “I think you’ve been here too long.” “Sorry,” Sydney said, grinning. “I tend to pick it up when I visit my aunt and uncle here. I guess the cottage alone was enough to bring it out.” “You’re such a hoser,” he said, laughing. “Take off, eh!” Sydney said, giving him a playful swat. They sat looking out over the water for a long time, silent in appreciation of the beauty that surrounded them. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore and the heady aroma of pine trees created a calming atmosphere. “So,” Sydney said finally, reaching over to twine her fingers through his, “how’s your life?” Vaughn looked at her for a long moment before answering. “In progress,” he said with a smile. ~~ Sydney woke up, her left arm asleep beneath her. She groaned at the sensation and rolled over to ease it. She had expected to find Vaughn asleep beside her, but he was awake, staring at the ceiling. “Hey,” she said. “Hey yourself.” “What are you doing awake?” “Just thinking, listening to the rain,” he answered. The sound of the rain on the roof always had such a soothing effect on Sydney, but she wondered if the same was true for him. He seemed perplexed. “What are you thinking about?” she asked. “You,” he said, turning onto his side to face her. He ran his fingertips up and down her arm, causing her to shiver. “Good thoughts?” “Always,” he said, smiling. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone again and replaced with a serious expression. “Marry me, Syd.” “What?” she asked, shocked. “You heard me.” “I… yeah, I heard you, I just wasn’t expecting… I mean…” she rambled before Vaughn interrupted with a kiss. “I love you, Sydney. And lying here, listening to rain beat on the roof, with you sleeping beside me, I realized that I’ve never felt so completely at peace. I always want to feel this way, and the only way that can happen is if I know that you’ll always be right here beside me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sydney Bristow. Marry me.” Sydney tried to stop the tears that she could feel gathering in her eyes, but it was pointless. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding and crying. “Yes?” he asked, his eyes filled with excitement. He didn’t wait for her to answer again, moving in to kiss her. “Yes,” she murmured against his lips. Vaughn rolled her over and pinned her against the mattress as their kiss deepened, tongues exploring each others’ mouths. Sydney soon found her pajamas removed and crumpled in a heap on the floor next to the bed. Vaughn reached for her underwear, but she pushed him back for access to his flannel pajama bottoms first. She slid them down his muscular legs, taking his boxer-briefs with them. She saw the hunger in his eyes as he crooked his finger through the crotch of her white cotton panties and yanked them down. Vaughn lay back down on top of her, his hardness nestled in her pubic hair. Sydney thrust up with her pelvis, eliciting a moan from him. Their combined breathing was ragged, but they just lay there, staring at each other. “We’re getting married,” Sydney said, letting her dimples make an appearance. “We’re getting married,” Vaughn repeated. “Let’s celebrate,” she said, thrusting up once more. This got the reaction she had hoped for as he reciprocated, giving Sydney her turn to moan. Vaughn sat up on his knees, straddling, but not touching, her. “Roll over onto your stomach,” he said. “Okaaay,” she said, smiling, but wondering what he had in mind. When she had settled onto her stomach, he began lightly drawing patterns on her back with his fingertips, making her jump when he hit especially sensitive spots. She let out a long sigh when he lowered his head to her back, and his tongue replaced his fingers. He moved his way down her back, finally thrusting his tongue in the little dip where her back met her ass. Sydney moaned. Vaughn nudged her to raise herself up on her knees, and she complied. She almost lost control when she felt his fingers part her, and his tongue sweep between her lips. He stopped to focus on her clitoris, causing her to buck back against his face. When his fingers joined his tongue, it didn’t take long for Sydney to fall over the edge, and slide back down onto the bed. “Uh,” she mumbled into her pillow. “Pile of mush.” She felt Vaughn curl up against her and smile into the back of her neck. “Just relax,” he whispered. “Not done yet,” she countered. “Just give me a minute.” Sydney rolled over and looked at Vaughn, feeling both content and wanting more. It was obvious that Vaughn was ready to continue, but she knew he would never pressure her. She reached out to trace a finger down the middle of his chest, dipping lower to follow the path of hair from his bellybutton to the mass of curls further south. “Syd, we don’t have to…” “Shh,” she said, kissing him. Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving gently at first and gradually picking up the pace. “Oh Syd,” he said, breaking the kiss and resting his head against her shoulder. She continued her movements until Vaughn pulled away from her. Knowing what that meant, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She lowered herself onto him swiftly, and then stopped to take in the sensation. “You’re so beautiful, Sydney,” Vaughn said as he reached up to stroke her face. She smiled and began moving rhythmically. As their movements began to get more frantic, Sydney bent down and passionately kissed her fiancé. “I love you,” she said as she saw his face contort in that familiar way. She closed her eyes and followed suit. Sydney lay on top of Vaughn for a few moments, not wanting to move yet. Finally she rolled off him and cuddled up to his side, laying her head on his chest. Vaughn wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back. “I love you too.” END
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