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my_strappyshoes and Vaughn, a_broken_watch. Both are used with the kind permission of their muns, and any mistakes in characterization are solely mine.]
Her lips were hot against his skin, tongue lightly tracing a slow path down his body. Two weeks away, first with him on a complex assignment, then her, and their schedules never meshing, had led to a state of frustration, or, if he was honest, missing her, that Sark was unused to feeling. He'd barely gotten in the door before they collided, greetings murmured between desperate kisses. His shirt fell in the entryway, hers disappeared in the hall. Palm pressing flat against the wall, he pressed her to it as his other hand worked to get her jeans undone while hers tugged at his belt, undoing his pants with fumbling fingers. He kicked them off when they fell, shoes already slipped out of and kicked aside. Rachel bit his lip, stifling her own moan as her jeans fell, pressing tight against him.
"Bedroom?" he murmured, though taking her against the wall was quickly becoming a favorite way to say hello. His fingers ghosted over her bared skin, and her small whimper made him smirk, though her wandering fingers elicited one from him rather quickly in return.
"No," she gasped, one leg sliding up his to wrap around his waist, her height making this far easier than it would have been with someone he towered over.
With a smirk, he shifted, lips drifting to her throat where he bit down lightly as he pressed against her, already feeling a moan build in anticipation...
A knock sounded on the door, firm, authoritative, sure. Sark froze, his fingers curling a bit against the wall by her head, arm braced. The plaster was cold and his fingers ached for a moment as he pressed, then he shook his head, prepared to ignore it. "Whoever it is can wait...?" Just a slight question in case she had something important she was expecting.
Her teeth dug in a bit to his shoulder. "Yes, please..."
With a smirk, Sark's hips moved as the knock came again.
"Rachel?"
Fuck. He knew that voice.
"Vaughn," he hissed, pulling a bit back from her to stare at her with wide eyes that hers seemed to match. "What is he doing here?"
"I don't know?" she whispered back, equally frozen.
He could feel her heart pounding, knew his own echoed it.
"Rachel?" His voice again, sounding a bit more concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Why the fuck wouldn't you be okay?" Sark said, in a low growl.
"I am!" she exclaimed.
Sark glanced around the condo. "Lights on. Car in the driveway. You can't very well pretend not to be here..."
"I could've gone for a run," she whispered, wriggling against him in a way that made him bite back a groan. "Ignore him..."
The idea of enjoying her, of finishing this, with Vaughn on the other side of the door had serious appeal, and his hips moved again, making her moan...a bit too loudly.
"Rachel!?" Vaughn's voice carried a real note of worry now, and they could both clearly hear him messing with the lock, preparing to come in.
"Say something..."
"Vaughn?" Rachel called back out, voice a bit unsteady. "I'll be right there...." Her voice almost went up on a question, glancing at Sark. He nodded, sliding away from her and almost whimpering. "Bedroom," she whispered at him, and he nodded. Finding each piece of clothing they'd tossed around took a moment as she wriggled back into her jeans and grabbed her top, tossing her bra at him to carry.
He made it to the bedroom, closing the door and leaning against it, listening intently as she opened the front door.
"What's up?" he heard her ask, voice a bit too bright in his opinion.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He heard movement, steps, and a note of irritation lace her voice. "What's going on? Vaughn?"
"Sark's in town. He was spotted at the airport." Vaughn's voice sounded downright clipped. "Considering last time..."
"It was a year ago, Vaughn. I'm sure if he had any intentions of kidnapping me again, he wouldn't have waited a year."
"Rachel, he's up to something. Reports have been coming in, some of them worrisome just in the fact we can't seem to find a pattern, but it's him. Rebuilding or building something new, or attempting...he's been eliminating his competition again, just like he and Irina attempted to do with FTL, SD-6 and K-Directorate..."
"None of which has anything to do with me..."
"But he's made you a target in the past."
"Once," Rachel said, and Sark winced.
"I just want to be sure."
"Vaughn, I'm fine. There's no one here."
"Have you searched?"
Sark rolled his eyes, though he braced himself. He'd left his gun in the car, but he moved to Rachel's nightstand, pulling out hers, sliding the clip in and taking off the safety as he moved back to the door, listening.
"No one is here," Rachel said, a bit more insistently this time.
"Maybe I should just stay, for a while. Sydney's worried, too."
"Vaughn..." Exasperation, a touch of a plea. "It's been a long week. All I want is to just take a hot bath, curl up with a glass of wine and sleep. I promise to set the alarm. I appreciate the warning he's in town, but I really doubt it has anything to do with me."
"Rachel..."
"I'm a big girl, Vaughn. I don't need a babysitter just because Julian Sark is in town."
Sark could almost hear the Boy Scout's thoughts, what few there were, whirling around in his thick head. The absurdist part of his brain wanted to waltz out with the gun, but that would be bad for Rachel. But, honestly...the man needed to go, and Sark was starting to get as impatient as Rachel sounded.
"All right. Just...be careful the next few days while we try to figure out what he's here for."
Sark rolled his eyes. He was only here for one thing, and it wasn't business, but Vaughn was very much getting in the way.
"I will..."
There were a few more murmurs as they seemed to be moving to the door, and Sark slowly relaxed. When he heard the door shut, he finally stepped back from the bedroom one. Rachel came in a moment later, eyebrows going up at the sight of him standing there with her gun, unconsciously holding it at the ready, still, naked as he'd been when he'd rushed back to the room. Her eyes flickered over him slowly, an appreciative smirk curving her lips. After pulling her shirt back off she moved to his side, kissing him slowly but thoroughly, then slowly started walking him back to the bed. Her fingers reached to curl around the gun, and he reengaged the safety automatically, before letting her disarm him.
"I really don't think you need that anymore," she murmured against his lips, setting it down on the nightstand before pushing him back on the bed.
He smirked as he watched her divest herself of the rest of her clothes and move to stretch out atop him, his fingers moving to settle on her waist and pull her tight against him. "Are you sure you don't want it to defend yourself from my nefarious schemes?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I think, for tonight at least, I'm more inclined to let you get away with whatever schemes you have in mind," she said, lips quirking in a smile.
He bit his lower lip, eyes glinting with amusement. "I was hoping you'd say that," he told her, as he rolled them, half pinning her to the bed and picking up where they'd been interrupted.
my_strappyshoes and Vaughn, a_broken_watch. Both are used with the kind permission of their muns, and any mistakes in characterization are solely mine.]Her lips were hot against his skin, tongue lightly tracing a slow path down his body. Two weeks away, first with him on a complex assignment, then her, and their schedules never meshing, had led to a state of frustration, or, if he was honest, missing her, that Sark was unused to feeling. He'd barely gotten in the door before they collided, greetings murmured between desperate kisses. His shirt fell in the entryway, hers disappeared in the hall. Palm pressing flat against the wall, he pressed her to it as his other hand worked to get her jeans undone while hers tugged at his belt, undoing his pants with fumbling fingers. He kicked them off when they fell, shoes already slipped out of and kicked aside. Rachel bit his lip, stifling her own moan as her jeans fell, pressing tight against him.
"Bedroom?" he murmured, though taking her against the wall was quickly becoming a favorite way to say hello. His fingers ghosted over her bared skin, and her small whimper made him smirk, though her wandering fingers elicited one from him rather quickly in return.
"No," she gasped, one leg sliding up his to wrap around his waist, her height making this far easier than it would have been with someone he towered over.
With a smirk, he shifted, lips drifting to her throat where he bit down lightly as he pressed against her, already feeling a moan build in anticipation...
A knock sounded on the door, firm, authoritative, sure. Sark froze, his fingers curling a bit against the wall by her head, arm braced. The plaster was cold and his fingers ached for a moment as he pressed, then he shook his head, prepared to ignore it. "Whoever it is can wait...?" Just a slight question in case she had something important she was expecting.
Her teeth dug in a bit to his shoulder. "Yes, please..."
With a smirk, Sark's hips moved as the knock came again.
"Rachel?"
Fuck. He knew that voice.
"Vaughn," he hissed, pulling a bit back from her to stare at her with wide eyes that hers seemed to match. "What is he doing here?"
"I don't know?" she whispered back, equally frozen.
He could feel her heart pounding, knew his own echoed it.
"Rachel?" His voice again, sounding a bit more concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Why the fuck wouldn't you be okay?" Sark said, in a low growl.
"I am!" she exclaimed.
Sark glanced around the condo. "Lights on. Car in the driveway. You can't very well pretend not to be here..."
"I could've gone for a run," she whispered, wriggling against him in a way that made him bite back a groan. "Ignore him..."
The idea of enjoying her, of finishing this, with Vaughn on the other side of the door had serious appeal, and his hips moved again, making her moan...a bit too loudly.
"Rachel!?" Vaughn's voice carried a real note of worry now, and they could both clearly hear him messing with the lock, preparing to come in.
"Say something..."
"Vaughn?" Rachel called back out, voice a bit unsteady. "I'll be right there...." Her voice almost went up on a question, glancing at Sark. He nodded, sliding away from her and almost whimpering. "Bedroom," she whispered at him, and he nodded. Finding each piece of clothing they'd tossed around took a moment as she wriggled back into her jeans and grabbed her top, tossing her bra at him to carry.
He made it to the bedroom, closing the door and leaning against it, listening intently as she opened the front door.
"What's up?" he heard her ask, voice a bit too bright in his opinion.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He heard movement, steps, and a note of irritation lace her voice. "What's going on? Vaughn?"
"Sark's in town. He was spotted at the airport." Vaughn's voice sounded downright clipped. "Considering last time..."
"It was a year ago, Vaughn. I'm sure if he had any intentions of kidnapping me again, he wouldn't have waited a year."
"Rachel, he's up to something. Reports have been coming in, some of them worrisome just in the fact we can't seem to find a pattern, but it's him. Rebuilding or building something new, or attempting...he's been eliminating his competition again, just like he and Irina attempted to do with FTL, SD-6 and K-Directorate..."
"None of which has anything to do with me..."
"But he's made you a target in the past."
"Once," Rachel said, and Sark winced.
"I just want to be sure."
"Vaughn, I'm fine. There's no one here."
"Have you searched?"
Sark rolled his eyes, though he braced himself. He'd left his gun in the car, but he moved to Rachel's nightstand, pulling out hers, sliding the clip in and taking off the safety as he moved back to the door, listening.
"No one is here," Rachel said, a bit more insistently this time.
"Maybe I should just stay, for a while. Sydney's worried, too."
"Vaughn..." Exasperation, a touch of a plea. "It's been a long week. All I want is to just take a hot bath, curl up with a glass of wine and sleep. I promise to set the alarm. I appreciate the warning he's in town, but I really doubt it has anything to do with me."
"Rachel..."
"I'm a big girl, Vaughn. I don't need a babysitter just because Julian Sark is in town."
Sark could almost hear the Boy Scout's thoughts, what few there were, whirling around in his thick head. The absurdist part of his brain wanted to waltz out with the gun, but that would be bad for Rachel. But, honestly...the man needed to go, and Sark was starting to get as impatient as Rachel sounded.
"All right. Just...be careful the next few days while we try to figure out what he's here for."
Sark rolled his eyes. He was only here for one thing, and it wasn't business, but Vaughn was very much getting in the way.
"I will..."
There were a few more murmurs as they seemed to be moving to the door, and Sark slowly relaxed. When he heard the door shut, he finally stepped back from the bedroom one. Rachel came in a moment later, eyebrows going up at the sight of him standing there with her gun, unconsciously holding it at the ready, still, naked as he'd been when he'd rushed back to the room. Her eyes flickered over him slowly, an appreciative smirk curving her lips. After pulling her shirt back off she moved to his side, kissing him slowly but thoroughly, then slowly started walking him back to the bed. Her fingers reached to curl around the gun, and he reengaged the safety automatically, before letting her disarm him.
"I really don't think you need that anymore," she murmured against his lips, setting it down on the nightstand before pushing him back on the bed.
He smirked as he watched her divest herself of the rest of her clothes and move to stretch out atop him, his fingers moving to settle on her waist and pull her tight against him. "Are you sure you don't want it to defend yourself from my nefarious schemes?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I think, for tonight at least, I'm more inclined to let you get away with whatever schemes you have in mind," she said, lips quirking in a smile.
He bit his lower lip, eyes glinting with amusement. "I was hoping you'd say that," he told her, as he rolled them, half pinning her to the bed and picking up where they'd been interrupted.
