[Rachel] -- Until Next Time (Part 2)

[elementof_risk]

[OOC: Continued from here. NSFW. Written with the incomparable my_strappyshoes]

Sark allows himself to be tugged back up to sitting, though he still keeps his own pressure to urge her down to at least sit next to him. His eyebrow arches at her words, an amused smile tugging his lips. "That sort of defeats the purpose of taking a risk, Rachel, if you know no one will get hurt in the end. Then it's a safe bet, not a risk." He flashes her a rueful smile. "I'm not good with safe bets--taking them, or being one."

Rachel is somewhat amused by his remark, keeping her hand to his wrist for the moment as she leans down from her spot to kiss him. The warmth from the rum still lingers in her mouth and against her tongue as she presses her mouth to his. It takes just a moment and then there is a parting of her lips to catch against his bottom one, the one that he can't seem to help but bite. She breathes him in a bit before parting from him enough to press her forehead to his as her knee slips off the bed for a moment, "I think you're doing pretty good with a safe bet right now."

Sark slowly sighs a bit into the kiss, a soft shiver running over him at the catch at his lip, letting his hand slide up her arm, her shoulder her neck to cradle her jaw, tasting her and the rum and the way the two mingle on his tongue. He keeps his eyes closed for a minute as she pulls back, before opening them to watch her, so very close, taking in what she's saying. "And that's possibly the riskiest thing I've done in years..." He tilts his head to capture her lips again, sliding one arm around her waist, palm pressing against her back.

The kiss grows deeper, and the press of his hand to her back is just enough pressure and just enough contact for her to want more. She can feel her knee brushing against his lightly as she shifts from her stance at the edge of the bed. One hand slips to his shoulder as her left knee shifts against his thigh settling against the mattress for a moment before her hand is using his shoulder for support just to shift atop his lap. Knelt atop him she settles into his body a bit, hand slipping from his shoulder to allow her arm to rest where her hand had been. The other hand slipping to the nape of his neck and into his hair a bit, just enough to feel between her fingers as she parted from his mouth for a breath. "Has it been that long?" Rachel questions the tone of her voice breathy and full of a bit of tease before she captures his mouth once more with hers.

Sark slides both hands down to settle on her waist for a moment, spanning it, fingers slowly stroking under the edge of her shirt without pushing it up, just light touches, stroking slowly down over her hips, then back up to bury in her hair, kissing her back with as much heat as he can muster, with just how long it's been, how much he's wanted to do this, thought about her. "Mmhmm..." It's just a murmur against her lips, before he pulls back, looking at her with sparkling eyes. "This has far more risk in it..." Far more than Bob and Lydia, really, and however wistful he might have been for that connection, he can't help but think this is better as he kisses her again, tongue lightly tracing her lower lip.

Smiling into the kiss she remembers the feel of him against her, and the way his fingers felt in her hair and even though it's been over a year it doesn't really feel like it's been too long to forget, and she knows she never did. That brush of his tongue against her lip causes her hips to rock against his lap before parting her mouth and slipping her tongue against his, allowing him that deepen kiss. Her hand presses to the back of his neck, nearly pushing him into her mouth deeper. That need in her sparked by a lack of anything real to connect to for so long, and being fulfilled by the one thing she knows she can't really have.

A small sound, almost a moan, escapes the kiss at the rock of her hips, his own rocking up a little to meet hers. He slowly explores her mouth, tongue light and teasing against hers, learning her more slowly this time, though heated urgency underlies each kiss, carefully held back, though her need makes him want with a ferocity he normally keeps in check. His fingers tighten in her hair and he tumbles back onto the bed, wanting that feel of her even more flush against him.

She falls easily with him, the weight of her pressed to him as she keeps her knees bent at his sides. Rachel's hair falls against her cheeks, and she tries to tug it back away from her face, her fingers brushing his tucked away in the blonde tresses. Leaving her hair to him for the moment she starts to tug at the jacket at her shoulders, trying to take the damn thing off since even though it wasn't anything heavy it was still on her and that wasn't really something she wanted at the moment. She's got one arm out of the sleeve and the instant it's freed it finds it's way to his side, running against ribs and down to hook into belt loops, forgetting about her efforts to remove her jacket as she gets lost in his kiss once more.

He can't believe how much he's wanted this, more than just the thought of her teasing at him the last few weeks. He remembers the taste of her, the feel of her that hasn't changed. Sliding one hand out of her hair, he eases her jacket the rest of the way off, tossing it aside and brushing his fingers back up her arm. His fingers ease back down her spine to tease at the edge of her shirt before he slips his hand under it, stroking slowly over her skin.

She arches her back nearly up into the feel of his hand, just to make that soft touch something more solid, something more she can't deny herself having since it's right there for the taking. She does want to do the taking too. Maybe she wasn't so sure of it walking toward his hotel, or typing back to him in the elevator, or even knocking at his door but she knows it right now, and she can't ever remember why she hadn't thought of this sort of plan sooner. With some hesitation only on her part because she knows pulling away from his kiss does actually mean the kissing stops, she parts from him pressing her forehead to his cheek just to catch breath she needs before rising up to sit nearly perched on his lap. Her top strips off of her quickly, blonde hair cascading down onto her shoulders as she smiles down at him. Her stomach is still a bit fluttery just at the look he gives her. "I really do like the way you look at me Julian," his name, his real name slipping from her lips almost feels like she should've been saying it much sooner.

The sound of his name on her lips makes his breath catch. So few would he let use it, and fewer of those even do, and it sounds intimate and beautiful on her lips. He holds her eyes for a moment, then lets his eyes wander down over her like a caress, tracing her skin, the line of her bra, her stomach to her waistband, then moving just as slowly up to her eyes again. "Well, to be honest, I really like the view Rachel." He reaches one hand to trace where his eyes had wandered, fingers trailing down her throat, between her breasts, across her stomach to her waistband, undoing her pants slowly, while still holding her eyes.

It sounded official, the shedding of Bob and Lydia just by their names hitting the air exposing the truth that both of them knew to each other. The slow sensual skimming of his fingertips across her skin pulls her muscles to tense up a bit beneath the touch. Her bottom lip drawing inward a bit, biting down lightly as she watched him curiously. His fingers at her navel and then skirting against her jeans only to make little work of the closure and zipper made her heart race a bit faster. This was in a slight way spur of the moment, but not nearly as rushed and hurried of the two people they had been before. It felt insanely more intimate, and something they both wanted more than just needed. Rachel let her hands move across his chest, her hands tugging his shirt from the waist of his pants almost with a smirk of approval at the glimpse of skin she got from her efforts. The top few buttons were already undone and so she started where they left off, moving down the length of his shirt with some skill before his chest was bare before her. Allowing her hands to skim across the surface until they slipped around his sides and beneath him, she moved back down against him, feeling the press of her breasts against his skin and the pressure of his wrist now pinned between them, "You're stuck now."

Skin to skin feels amazing, and having her so close, he can't help the feel of his heart speeding up, his body reacting to her nearness. His fingers teasingly wriggle between them, extending to brush inside her jeans very slowly and deliberately. "I think I've been stuck for a while..." It's a soft confession before he tilted his head to kiss her again, lips almost gentle against hers as they move lightly over her. He slides his untrapped hand up her spine, feeling each bone, taking his time until he gets to her bra strap, slowly undoing it, shifting so his palm strokes down her bare back before moving to bury in her hair again.

There was a slight pout of cuteness over his soft remark a moment before he was kissing her again. It was soft partings of his mouth against hers enough of a gentle touch that she found herself slipping deeper and deeper into a lull of sorts with the steady sensation of his palm across her now bare back. Straps shifted lightly against her shoulders victim to gravity, before his hand is back in her hair. Nearly sighing against his mouth Rachel curls her hand up to tug at the bra straps just as easily letting them fall against his sides now, pinning the garment to him. The slow near seductive moves now seem to linger behind, the tension building up even though she's already sure of where their intent is heading. Her body shifts up against his hand tucked into her jeans, trying to give that effort something more than what he'd already had. Parting from his mouth once more takes effort on her part, and she nearly whimpers at the lack of warmth against her mouth. Leaning up a bit though she tugs her bra from between them and allows her breasts to press fully to his skin again. Meeting his eyes once more she doesn't even know what words she could say at this point and instead just kisses him softly once more.

For a moment he just lets himself melt into the kiss, the feel of her against him. The press of her breasts, the slightly different feel of where her nipples rest. He can feel each breath they each take, both where their mouths join, and at their chests. His fingers ease out of her hair to trace down her side, dancing over the outline of her breast. He shifts his hips, pressing lightly against her hip, easing his hand further between them, easing fabric out of his way, fingers teasing through her curls to delicately part her, brush over her in a slow circles. Lips easing from hers, he nibbles along her jaw, lips and teeth finding the delicate skin underneath and gently nipping. Drinking in the scent of her, the velvety softness of his skin makes his head spin. Sex is easy, something simple to be indulged in for various and sundry reasons. Sometimes its more, passion and heat and emotion and a connection of intimacy, and that intimacy is the danger, here. He could bed her, have fun and move on, except he'd never quite moved on. Whether it was the forbidden, or her, the way she worked on the bomb, the fire in her eyes...it's too much thinking right now, and he recaptures her lips with a deeper hunger, fingers sliding over her in a more intimate touch.

She can't help but let her jaw grow slack at the caress of his hand, her throat tightening trying not to let the mewl that stirs in her to slip free from that simple moment of contact. When his mouth parts and moves against her jaw she shuts her eyes, tilting her head just enough to give him more access to her neck. Her forehead presses to his shoulder, drawing in a sharp breath as his teeth rake lightly against skin before the teasing bite. Her mind is racing with thoughts, with things she's not supposed to be thinking and all she wants are for the thoughts to stop. She feels his mouth moving back up against her neck to her jaw, and once more she moves her head until his mouth catches to hers once more. As his fingers press against her she can't help but moan against his kiss, her tongue pressing against his, exploring his mouth further as she shifts her hips up rocking slightly against his touch.

Still kissing her, he shifts, rolling them until he's on top of her. Bracing himself on one knee, he lets his hand tease over her again once more, before easing back from her lips, her far too tempting body, to lightly tug at her jeans, thumbs hooking under them in her underwear and easing them down as he watches her, eyes drinking in the sight of her before he ducks his head to press a kiss to her collarbone, letting his lips ease down between her breasts, over her stomach, to her hip, moving down as he pulls the rest of her clothing off. Kneeling on the floor, he tugs off her shoes, tossing them aside, followed by her jeans and underwear, then just kneels there, hand on her calf, stroking lightly as he watches her.

The shift in their bodies is natural and his mouth remains on hers and that's all she cares about, until he pulls back. She watches as he tugs her clothing off from her body, leaving her fully exposed. His hand pressed to her calf as her own hands rest up at her chest, curled up and settled above her heart that she can nearly feel beating rapidly beneath the surface. Her breathing feels a bit staggered as she pulls it in, unsure of why suddenly she feels so at a loss for what she's feeling, except the lack of his body close to hers. She can't even admit it to herself let alone to him. But still as he's at the foot of the bed watching her she misses him. Propping herself up on her elbows slightly she tips her head aside to look at him. "Everything okay?" It's a slight worry in her voice, that maybe he's changed his mind and now... despite the nudity which she doesn't care about, but there are feelings she's tempted with and she doesn't exactly want to forget them.

Sark slides his hand slowly up her calf, behind her knee, then up her thigh as he shifts to press a kiss to the inside of her knee, then her thigh, looking at her through lowered lashes for a moment. "Everything is wonderful. Perfect. I was just wondering how I got so lucky to have you here tonight..." He eases his hand away just to shrug out of his shirt before moving back to hover over her, hand settling on her hip, circling it with his thumb.

The slight blush that rises to her cheeks takes a bit to fade despite the smile that stays in place as his kisses stop their trail and his shirt is shrugged from his shoulders. The warmth returns to her body, as he shifts back above her. His hand feels warm against her hip, palm pressed to skin. Her hand skims against his chest up across his shoulder to pull him closer to her all the while her other hand settles on his belt. Fingers slip the leather from the metal and she tugs it hard to the side feeling the leather graze against her thigh before it clatters to the ground. Grinning up at him she leans up to press a kiss to his mouth as her hand continues against the button and zipper of his pants. Parting from his mouth the smile is still there making her eyes shine a bit. "I really don't think luck has anything to do with this."

Sark brushes a kiss over her lips again, soft and gentle. "Oh, I don't know...I feel pretty lucky..." He kisses her again, harder, letting her fingers undo his pants, breath catching against her lips as he rocks back down against her again. Pulling away, again, he ducks his head lower to kiss along her neck, moving lower until he can curl his tongue around one nipple gently sucking as his fingers slip between her legs again, reveling in the silken, heated feel of her.

Drawing in a sharp breath at the presence of his mouth to her skin Rachel bites at her lower lip trying to hold the sensation close to herself, but as his fingers slip against her she can't help but let the hand that was working at undoing his pants slip into them, now loose against his hips. The elastic pulls against her wrist as her fingers slip lightly against him. Her mind wants to relay thoughts to her hands to tell them to begin a stroke against him, but her mind is caught up in the feeling of his hand between her thighs, and the slight moan that's at the back of her throat. Pulling her thoughts out of the slight haze she takes in a breath letting it out easily as her fingers curve against him, her palm pressing to the length of him and a subtle shift of motion against him. Her back arches up a bit as she nearly purrs contentedly.

Trying to bite back the moan, he muffles it around her nipple, mouth still closed around her, sucking slowly, lightly, as his fingers part her then slowly slide inside, and that coupled with her hand on him is too much to hold back. A soft moan vibrates against her skin as his hips rock slowly against her palm and he strokes easily inside of her in the same rhythm. He shifts to nuzzle the underside of her breast, then moves to kiss her again, harder, more desperately than before.

His moan hums against her skin and the gasp she pulls inward as he presses into her hits the air. As her hand continues against him, the pressure from her fingers curving delicately against him, her other hand strayed to the small of his back, nails biting into flesh as his kiss returns to her mouth. Her hand goes a bit slack against him for a moment as she's taken aback by the need behind his kiss. She sinks into it fully, her head tilting as her mouth parts against his. The kiss floods her with the sounds of clicking teeth and heavy breathing before her palm presses to his back once more. The hand within the confines of his pants resumes her motions, knowing that all she has to do is push his pants away and she'd be able to feel him fully against her. Pulling from his mouth the cooler air floods her lungs nearly stinging. "Julian," his name once more fuels her onward a bit, just knowing the danger, the risk and not even caring pushes her heart rate up a bit. Her hand slips against his back again, before raising up to grip at the waist of his pants in her attempt to push them off of him.

Sark eases back from her again, slowly, watching her with a slight smile. The sound of his name again, really his name sends a small shiver down his spine. He helps her with his pants, and boxers, kicking them off until he's as naked as she, stretching out over her again. It's hard to breathe this close to her, pressing against her. He kisses her again, wanting to taste her, tongue teasing over her lips as his fingers tease back over her again, circling around her gently, then slowly pressing into her.

She can feel the warmth of his hips against her thighs completely now, that press of his skin to hers and the return of his touch to her center makes her arch her back up a bit, just to press into him more. Her thighs shift, brushing up against his hips where her hand rested a moment before slipping to his back. Her nails rake lightly across his skin up against his spine as she pulls herself up against him a bit. Rachel's mouth slips from his, pressing against his neck and the curve into his shoulder, before trailing back up with mostly teeth to beneath his ear. The heavy pant of want and need not something she could control at this point, the words she knows she's spoken to him before with the lilt of an accent that wasn't her own and it was asking for it to be his room and not hers. Now though it was almost begging for it to be more in that moment, everything to be set afire at a single touch, "Please..."

He strokes her slowly, deep inside, fingers teasing gently along her inner walls. The scrape of her teeth causes heat to coil deep inside him, radiating along each nerve from where she touched. Her nails draw a small whimper, as he turns his head to nip sharply at the line of her neck. It's the plea that nearly undoes him, though, making him ache in ways both physical and something else. Shifting, he eases his fingers out of her, settling more against her, teasing them both with his nearness, brushing himself against her, so close, but holding back as he drops his head to press a kiss to her shoulder.

The whimper from him gives her great satisfaction, and the presence of him pressed near her catches her breath for a moment. It's the nearness, the pressure that could just require a slight shift of either of them, and her mind nearly shuts down. Her hand continues slightly against him, feeling him, simply loving the feel of him against her palm and knowing that she wants so much more of him. The stroking within her had teased her with things she knew fit to her from memory. Last time though they were strangers and precautions other than her daily ritual were needed. Now though she knew him... and ached to feel him, his warmth, that contact... the soft kiss to her shoulder draws her back into it all, taking her mind away from the moment she's a shift of her hips away from. Her hand traces against the nape of his neck with her free hand, curving around to his jawline bringing his mouth back to hers. A soft kiss pressed to his lips that deepens with her tongue pressing past his lips for a moment before slipping free meeting his eyes, "I'm on the pill... old habits..." She shook her head almost embarrassed at the confession, but figuring it was something that needed to be addressed.

He'd been close to shifting, reaching for protection, not wanting to assume, and he supposes there are always other reasons to, but he knows he's fine, and he's very willing to take the minor risk if it means being closer to her. He smiles a bit, leaning in to kiss her again, teeth catching her lip more playfully. "That's good to know..." He can feel the heat of her, can remember how she felt last time, when she was just a pretty girl in the bar who made him smile. Now...he doesn't follow the thought further except how his body aches to know, to feel the difference between Rachel and Lydia. He shifts almost moaning at the loss of her fingers, her palm, even though he knows what he wants more. Lifting his head to meet her eyes, his fingers brush her hair back from her face, fingertips resting lightly on the skin of her temple, her cheek as he slowly presses into her.

Rachel's chin drops a bit still a bit embarrassed at the mention, but his kiss draws her back into the moment and out of her slight haze of awkward. His words a slight comfort as she slips her hand from between them to take hold of his shoulder, fingers brushing lightly against his back. His eyes search hers and this moment of anticipation is nearly burning a hole in her chest. Then the brush of his fingers against her hair and onto her cheek feels so gentle and full of concern as she feels the shift of his hips against her thighs a moment before that pressure hits her. Her hips lifting slightly to allow him into her further, a pull of air near a gasp comes from her. She allows her hand to grip against his shoulder a bit stronger, pulling him toward her, knowing that once he was in her she'd want to feel the solid press of him atop her, that weight needed against her. Something to force up against when she arched her back.

His eyes flutter closed as he presses into her, then open again, not wanting to lose the look on her face. He sinks into her, taking it slowly to savor the feel of her, tight around him. Breathing in sharply, he brushes a kiss across her lips before pressing the rest of the way into her, stilling when he's buried in her, breath uneven with the control he's exercising. He moves with her urging, lowering more on her, barely supporting his weight just for leverage. Still teasing his fingers lightly over her cheek, he smiles a bit as he eases back, then presses into her again, "You are so beautiful..."

If she wasn't breathing before his words took the air from her lungs for a moment. Stilled within her she presses her thighs against his hips as he presses to her. The bottom of her foot curves against his calf, sliding down a bit still reeling from his words she's not even sure how to respond. Rocking her hips against his motion she draws in a staggered breath at the feel of him within her. The way he fits to her, and how she can't help but tighten against him out of that same want and need that draws from a single look he gives her. Instead of responding to his words she leans up pressing her mouth to his, just a parting of lips with heated breath pressing to him along with a mingling moan as she arches into him again letting her hips rock toward him again.

Every move she makes heightens the feelings trickling over sensitized skin. He answers her moan, kissing her back, fingers sliding back into her hair to curl there, tighter, holding on to her. He pushes into her as she tightens, setting up a rhythm that is slow and steady, caught between her thighs, feeling every point where their bodies connect, each brush of skin against skin, that is heated friction adding to the central point.

The rhythm he's building within her edges her onward to keep pace. To reciprocate each move into her with a slight rocking of her hips, giving back as much as she's feeling from him. Her arm shifts beneath his, pulling herself closer to him, letting her mouth slip from his to press to his shoulder once more, before shifting to press her forehead into the curve of his neck, her breathing pressing warmth against his skin. It's almost painfully aware to her how long it's been since she's had this form of intimacy. As her mind traces back she knows that she truly was last with him, and it's almost fitting to her in a way that it's once more that she's back in his embrace. Forever changed by the truth shared, and still not really caring what the truth meant. Dropping her head a bit curving her spine to press deep into the bed she presses her mouth to his chest for a moment before returning her forehead to his skin, her gaze wandering to their bodies joined. To watch him press into her to see where she ended and he began for a moment nothing else but that sensation mattering. The pressure in her core building up and twisting into the pit of her stomach where it pools with a heat that she's well familiar with.

He closes his eyes again, focusing on the sensations evoked from her movements, feeling her inside and out. Her heat is all he can feel for a moment, as he fills her, as they both move together. She's silk and wet and both primal and necessary. Each brush of her lips brings him closer to feeling himself tumble into something so much more than sex, and just the thought is ludicrous, because if it was just sex, he could have found any number of willing partners for just a physical connection. She's risk and danger, and every time he sees her, he could end up in a cell or worse, and even so the idea of not seeing her makes even less sense. His lips trace over her neck, over his shoulder, watching her face, watching the expressions, the flitting looks of pleasure. His fingers slid to trace her lips, light and delicate as he picked up the pace, moving in her faster, a bit harder, desperate need for her, Rachel, driving him as he murmurs her name against her skin."

The quickening of his motions paired with the slight sound of her name tugs a sharp cry from her as her hips lift up to meet him fully, to feel him sink into her quicker as she feels herself tighten against him. That slight pressure allows her to feel him within her, and above her all she sees is a look in his eyes that she never wants to forget. A look of strong curiosity as to what she's thinking, and she wonders the same of him. It's all pushed aside though as her breath quickens sharply, her hips stilling for a moment. Once more she meets his eyes, her hand brushing lightly against his cheek, fingers straying to just behind his ear for a moment just to hold onto a moment that she knows she isn't supposed to have with him. It starts so simple, so slight of a change in her that all she recognizes is the heat pooling at her core and the feeling of him moving easier within her. The rise and fall of her hips to aid him no longer needed, as his efforts have nearly aroused her to completion alone.

The touch of her fingers, the look in her eyes, shoots right through to what's in his head, his...to all the complexity of emotion that surrounds her in this simple act. He swallows, smiles a little, something vulnerable in his eyes for just a moment flickering there before he pushes it back. His whole body feels tense, taut, strung on the edge of completion, ready to spill into her, no barriers left between them for a moment or two, at least. He catches his lower lip between his teeth, finally releasing the taut control he's been keeping, head dropping to rest on her shoulder as his breathing slides to soft pleas, his thrusts harder, faster, uneven, his body's way of begging.

Her pulse is pushing rapid so loud it's almost all she can hear aside from the shallow breath she takes in every so often. Her thighs draw up closer against his hips, feeling the slight tremble in his motions, the uneven pace as he tries to maintain some form of consistency for her. in that moment she felt almost as if everything was for her, and her hand swept against his cheek tucking to the nape of his neck and drawing him closer to herself. To allow him to hear the panting of her breathing, the staggered gasps that were all she could manage as everything in her tensed up, as her hips nearly locked in place, thighs pressing hard to his sides. Her hips rose in insistence for his motions, to stay within her, to shift away anything and everything all at once was what she needed, and somehow what he managed to give her. A slight cry inward came as the sting of pleasure crept into her, pulling everything taut within her for a moment, the pull of pressure before the release she knew was there. Nails raked against his neck, pulling at muscle near his shoulder, tugging him against her, closer despite no real room being there to give. But then it all gave way to her. The flare of heat that rose in her chest and sparked deep within her tensing against him as she cried out. The air she pulled into her lungs, heated and quickened as she buried her head against his shoulder. Teeth came from parted lips to bite gingerly against his shoulder as she slipped a mention of his name between a moan of relief.

There's a certainty that they could not be closer if they tried, at least not physically, and something else besides, perhaps, as he moves within her, only to have her draw him closer. The sound of her breaths in his ear, matching the uneven rhythm of his own, her hand on his neck, her thighs around him, tucking closer until he feels nestled against her as much as anything. Her cry twists his stomach in a very good way, the sound of her completion rocking through him. Nails, teeth, the way she holds him against her, melts herself to him, it all merges with the heated friction of their bodies. He feels it the moment her body let go, under and around him. The tension, tight around him, the cry, his name, the way her whole body seems determined to pull him tumbling after her, and the knowing that he can. He moves a few more times that are barely necessary, wanting to feel everything she gives before his own release catches him, tight in his back, his core, building and then flaring out over him, searing heat and blessed release. His fingers bury in her hair, his forehead dropping to rest against her as he cries out her name and lets his body spill into her.

Even as her own climax washed over her, his release stirred within her and that heat rushing into her caused her to tense up once again. Pressing herself fully against him as much as she could, her hands slipping from around his shoulders, to beneath his arm curving around with her hand gripping to his arm, as she pressed her mouth against damp heated skin. A slow brushing of parted lips that dragged against him with heated breath still panting outward. She held him still against her, feeling her body coil up involuntarily every so often shuddering against him as he held fast against her. She could lie like this forever if he'd let her. Joined with him, perfectly fitted against him in a sea of limbs loose and entwined purely because they did fit together. Allowing her body to relax a bit was a strain of sorts, uncoiling and letting her stomach settle away from the taut pressure as she pressed a kiss to his neck. Trailing it upward against warm skin, until it settled beneath his ear then inched across his cheek softly.

"Julian...." His name barely a whisper from her lips as they curved into a smile still pressing kisses toward his mouth, until they reached the corner of lips.

He was still breathing hard, trying to center himself in it, to sink back down into the moment and into her with a soft sigh. He relaxed slowly, not pulling away, not wanting to leave this perfect merging any sooner than he had to. His body swore he'd never have to, that he could stay like this, wrapped in her, and the rest of the world and life be damned. They had this, here and now, without the need for anything else. Nothing between them, and his name and hers, real and tender. A shivering aftershock of pleasure ran down him as she pressed against him, and again as she relaxed, each movement almost too much to bear, and yet leaving him aching for the next. His fingers brushed lightly through her hair, the only movement he could make as he turned his head to meet her lips, brushing his own over hers in a languid gesture that was more a caress than a kiss. He smiled slowly against her lips, then reached to tuck her hair back behind her ear, watching her for a moment, still smiling. "I like the way my name sounds when you say it..." The words are just a murmur, soft and gentle, his smile more relaxed and unguarded than most could ever claim to have seen from him.

The curve of her foot pressed lightly against his calf, curling her body still around his. The moment had slipped from them both, but she clung with a near desperation to what they had left behind in it's wake. The calming moment, the way his eyes looked into her and the gentle brushing of her hair back behind her ear. She remembered this part from before. It was the moment that made her smile, and her heart feel light as he left the bed to get them drinks. It was the moment she thought it couldn't be real. Of course in a way she had been right... but this, this was real. This was real and it was here and it had been now and she wasn't letting go of it for anything for some reason. Despite how wrong it was, she couldn't argue how she felt laying there with him smiling at her. The man looking down at her is really there with her and she can't ignore it. Drawing her bottom lip inward a bit she smiles nearly blushing at him. Her hand traces up once more against his cheek softly curving to behind his ear. Her fingers knead lightly at the nape of his neck, tugging him down closer to her once more to kiss him softly. With him still close she lets her words press to his lips* I think then, Julian, I'll be saying it a bit more often.

He presses a little bit more into her, at least with his hips to her thighs, trying to hold the connection as long as he can. He closes his eyes at her kneading, going where she leads to kiss her back, softer and somehow more intimate because it isn't designed to seduce, at least not in a physical sense. In the emotional...he isn't sure that he isn't the one being seduced, pulled into more than her body. His lips linger against hers, moving over them slowly, moving only to let her speak, to hear the way her voice slides over and around his name, again. He kisses her again after, fingers slowly tracing down her neck, over her shoulder, tracing her skin, "I think I'll look forward to hearing it, then."

The subtle shift of him against her made her heart race once more, making her feel closer to him. Not just physically close to him, but that she was with him. All the small gentle gestures, the brushing of his lips to hers the soft murmur of his words to her mouth... all of it was so not like every other guy she'd ever been with. Not that there were many, but everything with Julian felt so much more intimate, so much closer than just the act of being together. For a moment she hated herself for letting her be in a situation like this again. Yet at the same time, she was glad that this situation wasn't anything like it had been before. This was truth, and honesty and not exactly defining anything really being beyond two people that knew they were good together... proving themselves right. She didn't even know what else to say, simply smiling and basking in that contented moment that surrounded them. She wanted to tell him to stay. To not part from her just yet, to be with her, like this until their bodies gave out and he couldn't support his weight, or she couldn't hold her thigh pressed to his hip any longer.

His leg finally protested the weight, the position, and he lowered his head to kiss her again as he shifted. Pulling her with him, trying to keep her against him, he rolled back to their original position, welcoming her weight on him, over him. His fingers slid through her hair, all the way to the ends, gently detangling the mess he'd made, letting the feel of silk slide over his skin. It was a different position to look up at her like this, eyes tracing over her face as if she held the answer to some sort of mystery in her eyes. Possibly why he was still here. Why she was. Why he hadn't been able to get her out of his head. There had been pretty girls in hotel bars for years. Granted, few of them turned out to be the enemy, a challenge...but it was more than that, wasn't it? Easier if he could think it wasn't, but then he'd be wanting her to leave, to prove he'd done this, gotten her back in his bed, despite what he'd done to her, despite who he was. And he didn't want her to leave.

The change in positions came naturally once more, shifting with him and easing atop him not even worrying about a single thing between them at that point. It was just a calm that settled over them. The way he looked at her, it seemed a bit lost... and she wasn't sure if he was lost in thought or lost in himself... or lost in her but she didn't even care. Smiling once more at him she settled against his chest, his fingers still threading though her hair as her own fingers traced against his chest, "Mmm... slight bit of déjà vu here. I promise this time work won't call me, and I think this time I'm preferring you staying right here."

A slight smirk tugs his lips as he looks up at her, fingers still lightly playing, teasing through her hair, down over her skin, back into her hair. It's such a simple connection that he is forced to revel in it, easing back the thoughts and questions regarding motivations that plague him, have plagued him since he stepped foot back in LA, and all he could think was that she was somewhere close. Now, the smirk grows, and he shakes his head a bit, giving her a look, "You realize that with that statement, you forfeit any right to tease me later about wanting to cuddle?"

Fighting back a laugh is difficult but she manages despite the comment he makes. Her mouth presses to his skin lightly before she leans back lifting up slightly to meet his gaze. "I think unless you plan on getting handcuffed to a bomb, the terms seem agreeable."

She didn't dare mention that the only reason she even brought it up was because all her efforts to save him had been met with snippy remarks. Instead she eased back down pressing her lips to his but not exactly kissing him just yet. Instead she hovered there thinking for a split second, "You did though... then. Probably now too. If I got up... you'd miss me." It was daring and she was being a tease too talking right at his mouth so that even if he wanted to answer he'd never have a chance in hell of doing so.

He wanted to point out he hadn't planned to get handcuffed to a bomb last time either. Business associates were tricky that way. But her lips were right there, so close to his, brushing over his even in that not kiss that left him breathless. And she's right about missing her, about wanting to hold her close. He'd wanted as much time as she could give him, then, and now, letting her go before she absolutely had to wasn't his plan. But she wanted to stay, then and now. He knew why the quick exit last time, now, his own capture of the transmission making the evening end, too. But tonight? None of that. His arms tightened around her in answer, eyes almost challenging her to try and get up before he captured her lips with his briefly. "You're not getting up...." His tone was light and teasing, and very, very sure*


Laughing Rachel rested her head against his shoulder, pinned slightly against him, not that she was complaining or anything, as she pressed a kiss to his skin. Easing back up as best she could despite the steady grip he'd gotten around her she smirked, "Apparently not, but you know maybe this was my plan all along." Leaning forward a bit she pressed her mouth to his, a chaste kiss pressed to his mouth before pulling back again, "Because really this isn't so bad."

He smirked, just a bit, settling down more firmly on the bed, cradling her against him. Assured of her staying, probably, he let go with one hand, lightly teasing it through her hair, fingers stroking through it, gently detangling. "No, this isn't bad at all," he murmured. He liked it far more than he should, really, the way she fit against him. "If this was your plan all along, it was a good one."

"I swear in another life I could've been an evil mastermind of some sort, but alas the enemy found me first. Converted my wicked ways to do their evil bidding and then I was rescued by Team America or something similar and now I do the nine to seven or eight or nine... and watch internet traffic." Settling into his arms she laughed, "Yeah that really makes my job sound boring. Which clearly it's not... but my argument has gone down hill rapidly so I'll just shut up now." Pouting a bit she buried her head against his shoulder. That was just not coming out right at all.

He chuckled softly, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple, one arm tightening around her again. "So if Team America had found you first and then the wicked people had come along and tempted you away from the virtuous path of watching internet traffic. Do you think you might have followed that evil mastermind plan, because I have to say, I've known some very evil masterminds, and none of them had a plan quite so perfect as this one."

Contemplating the options her features shifted into a rather thoughtful smirk, eyebrows furrowing a bit, "Clearly you've been had then. Those must not have been evil masterminds, perhaps just Quasi-Bad-Guys. I mean I can see how you'd be confused, all nefarious ways and such. Though I think had I been on Team America first clearly I would've been doing much more interesting things by the time evil swept in the door. I'd be far pressed to stay behind. They'd have to offer me something pretty substantial for me to leave my post."

His lips twisted into a slightly wry smirk. Fingertips trailing down her arm, then back up to her shoulder, he pressed a soft kiss to her skin. "The nefarious plans clearly befuddled my poor brain," he said, mock-solemn, "If I could truly have mistaken them for evil, before being presented with your schemes." His fingers left her arm to stroke lightly over her stomach. He didn't comment that the evil masterminds usually offered pretty substantial incentives, knowing their targets well. It was too close to home, too close to their situation, though he was forced to wonder what sort of incentives might have persuaded her, once.

The grip he had once across her now relaxed a bit as their conversation shifted toward the almost random inane differences between fictional factions of their work. Which was about as close as she really wanted to get to talking about something serious at all. Settled there in his lap with his fingers tracing against her stomach she smiled down at him, "Oh trust me my schemes are well planned. Dare I say edging to brilliant. In fact this hotel has room service and I'm pretty sure that I could make them make me waffles right now if I wanted them to."

His eyebrows went up as he looked up at her, lips curving into a small smirk. "So now the evil plan involves waffles? This is getting extremely serious, Ms. Gibson. Not just a ruthless seduction of me--again--and an intention to stay, here, with me, in my arms, but waffles from the room service as well? What will you think of next?"

Inhaling deeply she smiled shrugging her shoulders up a bit, "Waffles just sound good, and what is this ruthless seduction again thing, because really you can't even count the bar from the other night, that was not seduction. That was... refreshing my memory of what a social life was supposed to be." Leaning down she pressed a kiss to his neck softly, murmuring against his skin, "We could order pancakes if you don't want waffles."

He tilted his head for her kiss, stretching it like a contented cat. He didn't quite purr, but it was implied. "I was referring to Brazil. Ruthless, you were, with those very sweet 'pleases'..." His lips curved in a bit of a smirk. "Waffles are fine if that's what you want..."

Her smile curved into a small smirk against his skin, "Mmm...yes I recall that. However we should recall that you did approach me, and you kissed first. Not that I minded at all either." Her hand slipped against the other side of his neck, resting there for a moment as she nuzzled against his jawline with the bridge of her nose. "This time though I did the kissing first. Before the drinking, and now I'm thinking waffles."

"I didn't think you minded, no," he murmured, smiling more at the soft nuzzling, the feel of her hand on his skin. He shifted just a bit to run his fingers up her side, tracing the outline of her breast lightly before cradling it in his palm. "One of us is going to have to move to get the phone to order the waffles."

Pouting a bit she sighed lightly, "I can get up. I'm not going too far though so don't think you've won some major thing here." Reluctantly she got up off his lap. "Plus I really want waffles," she added as she moved toward other end of the bed where the phone was. Taking a seat she crossed her leg casually as if this was completely normal. Her seated nude on the edge of a bed in the hotel room of a man she'd twice seduced apparently ordering waffles. Which she did order along with an orange and a few other things before twisting around to glance to him, "Did you want anything?" Which could be read a few different ways given her tone.

He propped himself up on his elbow, watching her while she talked to room service. The hotel lamp cast warm shadows over her skin, and he wanted to brush his fingers over each one. Instead, he smiled back at her at her question. His eyes brushed over her suggestively, then he gave a more innocent smile that belied the look in his eyes. "I'll take an order of waffles, too..."

Narrowing her eyes at him she almost wanted to deny him breakfast food, but instead went back to the phone and added his order as well, then hung up the phone and eased back on her elbows. Resting on the bed she dropped her arms from their bent position and stretched out along the bed her back arching up slightly getting the most mileage out of her stretch even feeling her toes curl a bit from it. "Mmm... that was good." Rolling onto her side she smirked, "The sex was pretty hot too, but that was some serious stretching."

The stretch was a thing of beauty, long and graceful, her muscles taut then relaxing, and he enjoyed watching it happen. He reached out, letting his fingers tease through her hair. An answering smirk curved his lips. "I know I certainly enjoyed it. Watching the stretch, I mean. As well as the sex, of course."

Drawing her legs up onto the bed, knees bent up with her heels digging into the mattress she pushed her body a bit closer to him, letting her legs drop to the bed as she shifted onto her side propping her head up with her hand. "See this is the part we missed before what with all the actual work getting in the way. Plus room service put me out a window balanced on a ledge in Brazil, where as this time I'll be staying right here when they come to the door."

Amusement flashed in his eyes, wicked and rueful at the same time. He doubted she would have been hiding from room service in her own room, after all, and he knew she'd intercepted the transmission as well. "Room service put you on the window ledge did they?" he asked, catching his lip with his teeth. "I'm guessing...not of your own room. So...Bazarov's room, while attempting to access his laptop to set up interception of the transmission?"

Nodding she bit her bottom lip, "He was in the shower, I was trying to gain access to his computer, knock at the door and I couldn't exactly be in his room should he opt to actually come out of the shower to check, so? I Spy Girl went out the window and waited. Clearly there could've been a better plan, but hotel rooms don't leave many options." Rachel watched his expression carefully, "You know something about that don't you."

He ducked his head, fighting back a laugh, that nonetheless escaped as he shook his head a bit. Peeking back up at her, he bit his lower lip and looked, for a minute, almost sheepish. "It wasn't room service at the door. But I swear I had no idea you were on the window ledge...."

Crinkling her nose at him she grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, "You!" Of course she was only half upset because clearly if she hadn't been out on the ledge then the bar wouldn't have happened, and clearly she never would have ever even considered him in the manner in which she was currently in the midst of. "Oh you are so lucky I survived. If Lydia had plummeted to her death? That would've been a sad, sad story for sure."

He ducked the pillow unsuccessfully, since the only way to avoid it would have been to go off the bed, laughing. "How was I to know you were in there? You weren't when I checked surveillance, so you must have slipped in right before me." More soberly, or attempting to be so, he gave her a cute little smile that begged to be forgiven. "I would have been horrified to hear of Lydia's fall, and know that tonight I am particularly glad she didn't."

"Horrified? Or slightly guilty?" Rachel asked her gaze narrowing a bit as she moved onto her stomach stretching out onto the bed to rest her chin in her hands closer to where he was seated. "Because if I had fallen to my death, you would've probably been blamed for it eventually. So having some form of remorse would help your case here." She was trying to figure out more of an argument to her side of things, but she had caught the smile from earlier and it had slowly been eating away at her resolve. Which meant that she couldn't help but lean forward a bit and brush a kiss to his lips briefly.

He reached and caught the back of her head lightly, lips brushing over hers with more pressure, tongue teasing for just a moment before he eased back. "If I figured out that you'd been out there because I came in, then I would have felt at least a bit guilty," he said obediently, and probably honestly. Regretful at least, if not guilty. Without getting to know her, she might just have been a competitor, and things happened. But he didn't say that. He was fairly certain there would have been few tears shed if he'd met his demise on any of his missions.

Lips pursed slightly at his remark she allowed her features to slip to a casual smirk. Sighing she tugged at the comforter pulling it over herself because really it was getting a bit cooler in the room now and her bare skin though probably nice to look at, getting cold. "Good. Donations would have been required to the Foundation of Fake Accents and Savvy Spies."

"Well, we certainly can't have had that," Sark murmured. "I'm afraid I don't do donations very well." He shifted to slip under the covers with her, both wanting to be close and also wanting to be warmer. He reached for her, running fingers lightly over her shoulder.

As he shifted beneath the covers with her she rolled onto her back beside him, her hair fanning out a bit beneath her head, glancing down to his touch across her shoulder still. "So when room service comes you know I'm gonna shout for them to come in because I'm not moving an inch."

He gave her an amused smile. "Happily I can just put the tip on the slip as well, so won't have to necessarily get out of bed even for that part." He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "But if you aren't moving, then I'll just have to get your food for you, and fetch it over here."

Raising eyebrows a bit she was amused at him, which was almost familiar in a way. The casual comments, the relaxed state they were in, it was more than familiar, it was comforting. It wasn't what she was expecting at all either. In fact still being in his room was sort of beyond any actual planning that she might have done. Well, that and the fact that she was still naked. Shrugging her shoulders up a bit as she moved closer to him and the warmth he was generating a bit she smirked at him, "You'd fetch my waffles for me?"

"I just offered to, didn't I?" he asked one eyebrow going up. He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her the rest of the way against him, shifting on his side to press against hers. Propping himself up on one elbow, he traced his fingers slowly down her arm, then back up. "It seems the gentlemanly thing to do. Of course, I do worry that if I leave the bed, I'll come back to find you pulling on your clothes to flee..."

"Ah well you know aren't you the one that says everything involves a risk of some sort? Maybe you should try your chances," Rachel replied casually trying not to let the light touches across her arm tickle. She also was trying not to let her feet press against his legs, tangling herself up in him a bit more than she was already. However she was pretty much failing at that as she felt her heel slip against his ankle as her foot shifted between his legs a bit.

Her slight shift made him shift more as well, capturing her foot between his legs, winding his top leg under her far one until they were wound together, held against each other. His fingers kept up their light strokes over her skin, finally drifting to her hair, smoothing it down where he'd tangled it before. "I'm not quite sure the payoff of leaving the bed is worth the risk. I can't really see where there's much benefit to leaving the bed at all."

Rachel found herself feeling more than just his body pressed close to hers. Now it was a tingle in her stomach that was building up into a full blown case of slight panic at just what had shifted from her dropping in for a casual meeting, to sex, and now to something quite different altogether. Something she really didn't want to ask about, but she didn't really want to leave him either. Especially with her waffles on the way to the room, "Well... there are waffles."

"There are," he agreed solemnly. "And I am rather hungry. But, in theory mind you, I could direct room service to put the cart right by the bed and fetch them without actually leaving it." He wasn't quite sure why he was so reluctant to shift from her side either. She was warm, yes, and both the first time, in Brazil, and this time he had very much enjoyed her...company. He was reluctant to lose it so quickly again.

Rachel glanced at the edge of the bed wondering if that could actually work, but then part of her was wondering if she could eat waffles naked... lying in bed... with Julian Sark naked with her. Suddenly things were a bit... odd. Odd enough to make her rethink a few things because suddenly this wasn't a guy she met at the bar, and even if it had been she really wasn't so sure she'd be in this same spot. Her mind was going a bit faster trying to sort out emotions from just being with someone after not being with someone for so long, and the familiarity of the man now entangled around her. There wasn't going to be an emergency at work that was going to pull her away either... this was getting a bit complicated. Meeting his eyes she shook her head lightly, "Maybe I should go..."

He frowned at that, reaching out a hand to run fingers lightly through her hair, then pulled back a bit. He'd overstepped, gotten too comfortable with her. He eased back, untangling a bit and watched her carefully. "You really at least should stay for your order after wanting waffles so badly..."

The distance he gave her was good, it felt like it was at least something he recognized as well, that he was thinking the same thing as her, that this wasn't a good thing for either of them. That getting this close... this at ease with each other was only going to give them more trouble down the line. Not that there was a down the line to even think of. Sitting up for a moment she kept the covers up against her chest a bit smiling softly at him, politely she tried to tell herself, "That's true. I did order them, and it would be rude of me to leave before the food shows up..." The remark almost pulled her back to Brazil again where she was leaving before the drinks happened.

He propped himself up a bit on his pillows, leaning back against them, retreating a little behind the cockiness that got him through most of life seemingly untouchable. "It really would be," he agreed. "All of that food, me here alone. People would talk and the hotel staff would all give me odd looks the whole time I was here." He should just let her go. They'd met, they'd done this again. That he'd thought about her a lot for the past year, and before that, in the months after Brazil, seemed like a fact he should suppress at all costs. It couldn't lead anywhere good.

The shift in his tone wasn't quite sudden, but it was a shift that Rachel could pick up on easily, and now she felt even more awkward for even suggesting she leave. This clearly had to go back to something they both could brush off in the morning, and yet not be something that they actually had to openly admit to needing to brush off in the morning. She knew she was stuck, and really it was her own fault. She was the one that had met him at the bar the first time, she was the one that continued to talk to him, and in the end she had come to his hotel room, kissed him and up until this exact moment hadn't actually thought it was a bad thing. Smirking back at him she smiled, "Well I'd hate to be responsible for that," then added in an actual serious tone, "But really... I shouldn't stay longer than that."

He'd tried to get her to stay last time, too, with about the same results he remembered. It was likely for the best, anyway. She wasn't safe to get entangled with any more than he already had. It had been madness to even invite her for a drink, let alone to let her into his room, again, and into his bed. It could only end in badness for them both, and he'd had quite enough of that in the past couple of years. Attracting her co-workers' attention was very low on his list of things to do. So he nodded a little. "Of course."