Title: Thinking About Vaughn |
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Sydney’s hands rest underwater on her stomach, waiting for the fight on her shoulder to conclude. The devil is seriously kicking ass and Sydney’s right hand begins to travel a little lower, anticipating the brawl’s outcome. The little devil finishes with the aforementioned roundhouse, and the fight is over. Sydney’s right hand reaches its destination and she begins her Vaughnfest. Umm, Vaughn’s shoulder holster. Vaughn’s cleft chin. Oh yeah, Vaughn’s intentionally messy hair. Ooo, shirtless Vaughn. Yes, Vaughn’s…. Vaughn’s mobile phone? Sydney sighs in frustration as she dries off her hands and reaches to the table beside the tub where her phone is ringing. She answers it briskly, frustrated at being interrupted. It’s Vaughn. The fact that it’s him doesn’t much abate her frustration, but she isn’t as angry as if it had been someone else. He wants her to meet him at the warehouse. So much for mind-blowing sex with Fantasy Vaughn, but a meeting with Real Vaughn isn’t half bad. At least she will have fresh images for later when she returns home and can resume her activities. ~~ Sydney walks into the warehouse and, as usual, sees Vaughn waiting for her. She takes a mental picture of what he’s wearing so that she can imagine peeling it off later. He’s dressed casually tonight, and the look causes a reaction between her legs. She’s usually not quite so easily aroused, but right now she’s a victim of unrequited self-attention, and she’s feeling very sensitive. His white t-shirt is peaking out from underneath his black v-neck sweater, which looks like it might be cashmere. Sydney ponders a way to casually touch him to find out for sure, and to add fodder for her fantasies while she’s at it. His jeans fit him very well, hugging where they should and hanging where they ought. She sees his black leather jacket slung over a chair and mourns that she can’t see the complete look. She will have to make up for that by having Fantasy Vaughn wear it later. Vaughn greets Sydney with a smile, and then it’s all business. She listens intently to what he’s saying, storing all pertinent information into her brain. But Sydney is very good at multi-tasking, and her little devil (who has resumed his perch on her left shoulder) is diligently recording the cadence of Vaughn’s voice and taking words out of context, like “come”, “hard” and “handler” to be used later. Sydney must be slipping in her multi-tasking capabilities, because Vaughn has stopped talking and is looking at her oddly. She wonders exactly when the briefing ceased and if the reason she didn’t notice is because she’s been half thinking about being debriefed. Vaughn asks her if she’s feeling okay, and she nods slightly, trying to make the flush in her cheeks disappear, but to no avail. Vaughn comes closer and tells Sydney that she doesn’t look okay and lays his hand on her cheek, commenting that she may have a fever. The little devil on her shoulder directs an evil grin at her heavenly counterpart, knowing that Vaughn’s touch has insured that she’ll get her way once again tonight. Sydney assures Vaughn that she doesn’t have a fever, that it’s just hot in the warehouse. To prove her point, she takes her jacket off. Underneath she is wearing a form fitting black top that shows just a hint of her stomach. The v-neck cuts quite low to allow anyone who happens to be looking a very nice view of her cleavage. Her little devil convinced her to wear this top, hoping that she would receive hungry looks from Vaughn for her to use later in her fantasy. Sydney knows she has an effect on him. She’s not blind after all. She usually doesn’t use it to her advantage, but he did interrupt her before and deserves to be paid back. An eye for an eye, as they say, or in this case, a little sexual frustration for a little sexual frustration. Sydney thinks that Vaughn must be feeling competitive tonight, though, because he returns the favour by agreeing with her about the heat and removing his sweater. He hands it to Sydney to put with his jacket, and she confirms that it is indeed cashmere, though not under the circumstances she had hoped for. She’s not left without a reward, however, because Vaughn’s white t-shirt is very tight and outlines his fit physique. Sydney makes sure the little devil takes a good snapshot and stores it in the Fantasy Database. Sydney, never one to walk away from a challenge, walks over to Vaughn and places her perpetually cold hands on either side of his neck, telling him that she will help him cool off. Vaughn pulls her hands from his neck and entwines her fingers with his. He folds both their hands against his chest and pulls her close to him. He tells her that cooling him off is the opposite of what she’s doing. She lets her mouth curve into a knowing smile, which Vaughn erases with his lips. She parts her lips slightly and Vaughn uses his tongue to part them further. As their mouths and tongues battle for control, their hands get restless and decide to get in the game. Sydney’s hands slide under the back of Vaughn’s t-shirt and his hands are inching down the back of her pants. The angel on Sydney’s right shoulder sees the futility of objecting and slinks away, dejected. The little devil does a victory dance and sits back to enjoy the festivities. Sydney pushes Vaughn back enough to raise his shirt and breaks their kiss to complete it’s decent from his body. Vaughn, always efficient, uses this separation of their bodies to remove Sydney’s shirt as well and then begins to draw her back in. In a moment of foresight, Sydney stops him so that she can reach behind and unclasp her bra, letting it slide to the floor. Vaughn’s eyes leave her face and hungrily take in the new sight before him. Sydney thinks she can see the trace of a flashbulb coming from the direction of Vaughn’s left shoulder and decides it must be his little devil storing his own images for later. Their upper bodies reconnect and Sydney hears Vaughn’s breath hitch. Sound duly noted. Their mouths find their way back to each other, but the kiss doesn’t last long before Sydney’s hands get impatient once again and find their way to the button on Vaughn’s jeans. She undoes it quickly, unzips his fly and pulls his jeans down just enough so that they’re resting on his hips. Boxer-briefs, the perfect combination. Not to be outdone, Vaughn’s hands mimic Sydney’s and undo the button and fly on her pants, but he goes a step further and pushes her pants enough that they slide down her legs and pool at her feet. Sydney hates feeling like a penguin, so she breaks their kiss to kick off her sandals and step out of her pants, leaving only her black cotton panties touching her body. Vaughn reaches for them, but Sydney stops him by shaking her head. She tells him in a breathy voice that he’s still too dressed for her to be completely undressed. He quickly rectifies the situation by kicking off his own shoes and removing his jeans and socks. Vaughn comments that the cement floor is cold on his bare feet and Sydney pulls him over to a nearby crate. He grabs his jacket from the back of the chair it was resting on and spreads it the over crate so that they don’t have to sit directly on it. Sydney muses that her handler thinks of everything. Vaughn pauses to look at Sydney reverently, and she shivers under his scrutiny. She takes the moment to complete her transformation to nudity and removes her underwear. Vaughn’s eyes darken as she does and he reaches out to touch her. Once again she stops him as she reaches towards his underwear and makes quick work of removing them from his body. When they are both free of their clothes, Vaughn sits down on the crate and pulls Sydney onto his lap. A current of electricity flows through her as she feels that he is hard against her, and she feels him jerk as the same current travels through him. Sydney knows that Vaughn is holding back to give her time, but her activities at home combined with the build-up here has made her as ready as she can get. She reaches her hand down to guide him inside her. Sydney moans at the sensation of Vaughn sliding in to complete the connection of their bodies. Vaughn gasps against Sydney’s neck, and then his lips travel down to her breasts, lavishing one nipple with kisses and then the other. Sydney feels that this must be heaven. She pulls Vaughn’s face back up towards hers so that she can look into his eyes. She sees love and amazement there and knows that her eyes are mirroring his. She feels a tear escape from her eye and Vaughn’s lips catch it before it can drop from her jaw. He looks up at her with concern, but she just smiles and kisses him deeply. Their bodies are both beginning to tense and their movements have become more furtive. At last Sydney’s body clenches and receives its sweet release and Vaughn is not far behind. They pull apart and then Vaughn lies back on the crate, bringing Sydney down with him to lay her head on his chest. Sydney lets a contented sigh leave her body as she reaches over for her jacket and covers them. The little devil that resides on Sydney’s left shoulder is smiling smugly, but becomes irritated when she realizes that the little angel has returned and looks quite pleased as well. The little devil asks the angel what she’s so happy about and the angel tells her that she returned when she saw the love in Vaughn’s eyes. It seems even the little angel can’t resist hot passionate sex when there’s love involved. Sydney and Vaughn lay there for some time, each revelling in the proximity of the other. Vaughn asks Sydney what she’s thinking about, and she tells him. Sydney is thinking about Vaughn. END
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