“You cannot be serious about this!”
“What are you talking about? It’s not something that’s so difficult to believe.”
“Julian, every normal kid learns how to ice skate when he’s young.”
“Sydney, really, when did you ever start referring to me as ‘normal’?”
She laughed at that, curling her fingers around his neck when his blue eyes sparked mischievously at her. He picked up a warm cookie and held it up to her lips. She bit down and let the chocolate melt on her tongue before pulling his head over to hers for a gentle kiss.
They were seated in the Phillips living room on their couch, waiting for the other adults to join them; Anna was putting the kids to bed while Steven was finishing cleaning up after dinner. Sydney was curled up in Sark’s embrace as usual and she had been trying to convince him to go skating with her one of these days. There was a small pond hidden in the bushes behind the house, and after the recent snow, Steven had cleared a large patch of ice and prepared it for skating. Sydney was picturing a romantic afternoon skating around holding hands when Sark finally confessed that he didn’t know how to skate.
It had been almost two months since that dreadful afternoon fight. She had not tried to push him away again, but held on tighter. He had reciprocated, and they worked like hell at trying not to lash out again in anger. It wasn’t that they didn’t fight anymore; they just tried to disengage themselves from the way they had been taught to hurt people. They could still be violent with each other; only a week again they had had a terrific quarrel that ended with her throwing a plate at his head after he had thrown her across the room. Fortunately the cut didn’t need stitches and she spent the night apologizing naked. They spent a lot of time naked. He had pretty much moved into the cabin with her, so they had lots of time to play. She loved how awestruck he always was being with her. He loved how impulsive she could be with intimate actions. Sex had added a whole new level to their relationship, allowing them to speak when they couldn’t get the words right. She had never felt so closely connected to another person, but when he held her in his arms late at night and told her that he loved her, it was like she wouldn’t exist outside of that moment. She hated not being near him, not being able to touch him all the time. It was weird, because she would have laughed at herself for behaving this way any other time. She almost felt like a lovesick teenager, but it was worth it when she noticed he acted the same way.
She had been suspicious when he had to go into town for ‘business’, but after a vicious confrontation, he had explained. His business was legitimate; his mother had owned a small piece of land on the other side of the town and he was in the process of selling some acres to a neighbouring farmer, as well as making negotiations to knock down the old house already there and build a newer place. “So you’re planning on living here for good?” she had asked, and he nodded his assent.
“As funny as it sounds, I love it up here much more than any other spot in the world. I know that I would be happy here and this is where I would want to spend my life and perhaps,” he had shot her a meaningful look, “raise a family.”
She had blushed and looked down when he said that. They treaded lightly around any talk about the future. Not that they were ignoring the looming fact that this was just a vacation and soon they’d have to face reality, but they were enjoying the honeymoon phase a lot. To tell the truth, Sydney hadn’t thought about marriage or children since Danny’s death. Her life had been too busy with her job to even plan out some sort of semi-normal future for herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t want those things; at this point in her life it was hard to picture that part of her. She still felt like she was too young, not ready to add another round of responsibilities that she had never experienced before. So they tended to avoid discussing anything in too much detail. She knew that Sark wanted to be with her. It was easy for him; he had managed to sever the majority of his ties to the world and he could live without looking back. But she still had her life in LA to consider: her job, her house, her friends, and her father.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to quit the CIA yet. She was tired of the job; she was tired of weird prophecies, countless missions that kept her life in danger. She no longer really cared what happened with her two years ago; the Covenant was gone and no longer had any answers. As far as she could learn from what Sark knew, she had undergone severe brainwashing and mind control to kill the Sydney Bristow personality and extract the person they called Julia Thorne, the perfect assassin. She had worked for them and became their prize, the group who had managed to get the best CIA agent and turn her against her country, against her morals. But when she had shown signs of fighting their control and doing things she had not been ordered to do, they had wiped her memory clean and dumped her off in Hong Kong, not bothering with her anymore if they couldn’t control her. She had shivered learning this, that she was a vicious person who couldn’t be controlled, who killed people just for the heck of it. There were also other things she no longer cared about at the job. With Irina being dead, her organization was quiet, waiting for orders from her second-in-command, Sark. Sloane was cooperating, at least he was not actively involved in anything as of now, and as far as Sark knew, he was not faking. But even with those, she still felt that sense of responsibility to her country, to the job she started. A lot of people depended on her there and she didn’t know if she could give that all up for a normal life.
In some respects certain things were working out. She still hadn’t been able to get a hold of her father, which disturbed her. She had left countless messages on both his cell phone and the one at his home, but he had not called her back. He was ignoring her; for what reason she didn’t know. She had told Weiss to talk to him, but there was still no word. She desperately wanted to talk to him, to ask him if he knew about Irina, perhaps to tell him about what was happening up her with Sark. She just wished she knew why he wouldn’t talk to her. It was becoming dangerously like their relationship had been before Danny was killed and she had learned the truth about SD-6 and Arvin Sloane. She prayed to herself that he wasn’t shutting her out because Irina was truly dead and he didn’t want to see his daughter anymore. Weiss had mentioned that he had been unusually busy with top-secret missions, often traveling for days at a time.
Conversations with Weiss were as always entertaining. He kept her up-to-date with information around the office, careful not to talk about Vaughn or Lauren. Sydney really didn’t care all that much if he had; she wasn’t angry with Vaughn anymore. She had managed to put him out of that special place he used to fill in her life. She could be civil, even friendly with him now, but she would never feel the same way as she had before. Weiss also got an earful of the budding relationship. Sark at first always tried to grab the phone away to tease Weiss, but she wouldn’t let him, until one day Sark happened to answer the phone instead of her. Once she got over the initial heart attack, she sat in stunned silence watching Sark carry on a 20-minute conversation with her friend. It had even sounded normal; at first they had talked about her. That made sense, seeing as Sydney had been half-sprawled over Sark trying to grab the phone away. She fumed as Sark told Weiss stories about her and her weird habits and Weiss told them back. Once they had enough of making fun of her though, the talk had turned to soccer of all things. She knew Weiss liked most types of sports, but she had no idea Sark was such a soccer freak. When he ran a play-by-play of some game that had been on recently, his eyes had lit up and he spoke with such an exuberance he sounded like a giddy teenager. Finally he had given the phone over to her, and she immediately apologized for Sark.
“Hey, it’s okay, Bristow. Had no idea that Julian was so cool.” Weiss had replied. The next time he called, she picked up and was extremely annoyed when Weiss asked to speak to ‘Julian’ first. Sark had found it amusing that she was jealous of him and that resulted in a huge wrestling match which resulted in them making love in front of the fireplace. That’s what she loved about being with him; the playfulness that could quickly morph into tenderness. As scared as she was to put false hope in the future, she never wanted this to end. After a while, it pleased her that Weiss and Sark seemed to be getting along so well. She’d nearly cried a couple of days ago when Weiss had referred to Sark as a ‘friend’.
“Do you really mean that, Eric?”
“Well, yeah, Syd. I mean, okay, at first I was really scared of him, but he talks so normal on the phone about normal stuff. And I can tell that you’re happy about him, and…well, it seems to be going somewhere and I figured that I’d better get to know him and, you know, make nice. And it turns out he’s a pretty good guy.”
“You’re such a great friend, Eric.”
And she meant it. Sure it bothered her a bit, timesharing her one good friend with her lover, but once the initial annoyance rubbed off, she was filled with a warm happiness. This made it so real; that the idea of this working out and becoming a reality was closer to her grasp. All she wished now was for her to be able to contact her father.
Now she poked Sark gently in the stomach. “I go home in a week. That was one of the things I had planned to do up here and you have the nerve to not know how to skate?”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, you’re not going to make this my fault.”
“What’s not Julian’s fault?” Anna swept into the room with coffee and settled herself on the loveseat. Her husband followed and sat next to her, draping an arm over her shoulders. Sydney loved how much more openly affectionate the couple had been over the month. It’s as if the honeymoon attitude Sydney and Sark had was passing over to Anna and Steven. She found that endearing.
Sydney grabbed his hands. “I’m trying to convince Julian to come skating with me and he doesn’t know how to skate!”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Anna smirked. “Julian’s never been one to indulge in winter sports. He can’t handle the cold.”
“Oh, excuse me for not wanting to lose any body parts to this ridiculous weather,” Sark objected.
“Well, brat, I’m so going to teach you to skate,” Sydney kissed him under his chin. He rolled his eyes again, but this time she detected a bit of uncertainty in them. “What, you’re not scared, are you?” she teased.
“Is there not a better way we could spend time together?” he asked, the look in his eyes slightly suggestive.
She pretended to think for a minute. “Nope.” He sighed and she smiled triumphantly.
“Anyway,” Anna said. “I managed to get reservations for 8 tomorrow night, if that’s all right with you two. You can come over about a half hour before so the kids can give you presents and have cake.”
“That should be fine,” Sark replied.
“Where are we going?” Sydney asked curiously. As luck would have it, tomorrow was Sark’s birthday. She had been thrilled to find out, even though he wasn’t. Birthdays were never a huge part of his life, and Sydney wanted to make this one different. Unfortunately he had made it difficult for her by refusing to tell her what he wanted. She had spent the last two weeks trying to pry it out of him, but he stayed quiet. So she had no idea what to get him and it bothered her that she wouldn’t have a present to give to him. The Phillips’ gift was easy for them; they offered to buy dinner for the four of them. It would be an evening without the kids, a break for the parents as well as Sydney and Sark.
“The Inn,” Steven answered. Sark groaned.
“You couldn’t have picked a more attractive place?”
Anna gave an exaggerated sigh. “Julian, you haven’t been here for a while. They completely renovated the dining room, made it bigger and absolutely beautiful. Plus they added some room on the side and made a dance floor. They’ve done an excellent job, really. Stop whining.”
“Dancing?” Sydney’s eyes lit up. “That sounds awesome!”
Sark groaned again. “I don’t see why we have to make such a big deal over this. It’s no different from any other day.”
“Sure it is,” Sydney exclaimed. “It’s your birthday!”
“No,” Sark corrected. “It’s the anniversary of my birth. An event that needs little celebration.”
Sydney sighed. “You’re so cynical.”
“I’m realistic. There’s a difference.”
Eventually Sydney and Sark left for the night, walking swiftly hand in hand back to the cabin. Winter was slowly receding, but the nights still had a heavy chill.
“Now I’m going to look like such an idiot, being the one person without a gift to give you,” Sydney grumbled.
Sark smirked. “Well, I’m going to be incredibly clichéd and ridiculous and say that I don’t need anything because I’ve got you,” he teased her. Sydney pretended to gag when she felt herself being swooped up. “Julian, wha-?” she managed to squeak out before he dropped her into a snowdrift. “COLD!”
Sark was standing over her and just her luck the bastard was laughing. She managed to pull herself up a bit, but her wet mitts slipped on the snow and she fell back a little more. She cursed him in every language she knew as she carefully crawled out and stood. Her pants were soaked and the cold had seeped through to her skin. She shivered and rubbed her arms over her legs but her wet mitts just made it worse. She glowered at him. “I so hate you right now.” Her teeth began to chatter. He moved to put his arms around her, but she stepped back, keeping her legs stiff so her pants wouldn’t hit her skin.
“Sydney baby, now don’t pout.”
“Don’t call me that. I’m really angry at you right now,” she seethed, walking as quick as she could toward the cabin. She heard him chuckle and start to follow her. She broke into a run, moving as fast as she could, using the element of surprise to get the jump on him. She drew her keys out before she hit the door so she could unlock it quick and dart in. She heard him yell when she slipped inside, slammed the door and threw the lock. She ripped her wet jacket off and walked to her room, undoing her pants and sliding them off her cold legs. She sighed a breath of relief when she had completely rid herself of the wet clothes and was digging around in her drawers for her snuggly fleece pants when she heard pounding at the front door. “Sydney Bristow, let me in right now! It’s bloody cold out here!”
“Should have thought of that when you tossed me in that snow bank!” she called back with a smug smile. She pulled on a huge sweatshirt, the fleece pants and was brushing her hair back into a ponytail when intense cold slid down her back. She shrieked and whipped around, finding a self-satisfied Sark behind her, a handful of snow poised in front of him. Before she could stop him, the snow was deposited down the front of her shirt. She yelped and arched her shoulders forward so the snow wouldn’t hit her skin. “Bastard!” she spat at him.
He tsked her, wagging a finger in front of her face condescendingly. “Now, now Sydney, those weren’t very nice names you called me back there. You needed something to cool you off and apparently the snow bath wasn’t enough.”
She pushed him. “How the hell did you get in?”
“Once a spy, always a spy, Sydney. You tend not to forget the little things, such as picking locks, opening safes, walking stealthily…you know, all those helpful, useful tidbits in life.”
“You insufferable ass,” she sneered and pushed passed him, but he caught her around the waist and dragged her backwards until they fell hard on the bed. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he just laughed and rolled her over, pressing his body into her and nuzzling her wet cold neck. “Let me go!’ she wailed.
“Sydney darling, this shirt is all wet and cold. You should get out of it as fast as possible before you get sick,” and with that his hand whipped her sweatshirt off and reached around to cup her bare breasts. She moaned, but still struggled underneath him, trying to extract herself from his grip. He just kept laughing at her weak attempts and kissed her shoulder, sucking up to the sensitive hollow at her neck. “Mmm…I’ll get you all nice and warm again,” he murmured and she nearly melted until she remembered she was pissed at him. She managed to maneuver enough to give him a sharp elbow to his abdomen. When he cried out and rolled off of her she vaulted up until she was at the door, then turned and glared hard at him. He propped himself up on his elbows and gave her a passionate look. “Come back to bed, Sydney love,” he whined.
“You can sleep alone tonight,” she said, grabbing a workout tank top and pulling it on, before tying her hair back. Sark just made himself more comfortable and followed her with his eyes as she made to leave the bedroom.
“You’re not going to leave me here all hot and bothered, are you?” he pouted.
“You have hands; use them.”
His laughter followed her into the kitchen, where she hooked up a kettle full of water and set it on the stove. She was pulling out a mug and a container of hot chocolate when he pressed his body up to her back, sliding his arms around her waist and nibbling on her neck. “C’mon baby. Forgiveness?”
Sydney smiled despite herself, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t know, brat. What’re you gonna do for me?” she purred, arching her neck back so he had better access to her bare skin. He licked down her pulse point and she shivered.
“Now that’s a loaded question,” he growled, his voice low and husky against her skin. She reached her hands back around his hips and cupped his firm ass cheeks, pushing him harder into her body. His hands came up under her tank to stroke her breasts, thumbing her nipples harshly and she moaned heatedly. She wiggled her ass back into his pelvis and felt his erection pressing into her. “Sydney…” he moaned.
The kettle began to whistle at that point and she brought her hands away from him, stepping out of his embrace. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” she asked innocently. She felt him groan deeply and he buried his forehead into her shoulder.
“Sydney, you’re going to be the death of me,” he panted, his breath hot against her skin. She scooped the powder into two mugs and poured the water, stirring quickly with spoons. When she was satisfied with her drinks, she turned around and brought her arms to link around his neck.
“I love you,” she smiled sweetly. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and let her go, moving to sit down on the couch. She grabbed the mugs and sauntered over to him, dropping herself into his lap. His arms came around hers and displaced one of the mugs from her hands and brought it up to his lips. She snuggled her head under his neck and listened to his body: the faint beats of his heart, the gulp of his throat when he swallowed his drink and the hum he made when he drew in breaths. She could almost fall asleep there, save the hand that had wandered under her tank again and was massaging her breast slowly. She could feel her breaths getting shallow, her hands wrapped around the mug trembling slightly. “Julian…” she whispered, arching her body up into his hand.
“Are you ready to stop playing now?” he murmured in her ear. Her breath caught in her throat when he let his hand fall down and dip into her fleece pants, tracing her hipbone down to feel how wet she was. When he slid a finger inside of her, she let out her breath in a heavy sob. “Come now Sydney darling, all you need is to say one word.” Another finger joined thrusting into her and her head fell back so he could lay tiny kisses down her neck.
She gurgled out a weird sound, blinking rapidly to try to focus. “Bed,” she gasped, nipping at his ear. He grabbed her mug from her hands and placed both of them on the coffee table. His arm looped under her knees and one scooped around her back and he swiftly carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed. She smiled when he covered her with his body and cupped her face in his hands.
“Sydney,” he breathed across her lips. “This is all I want; you and I together, in this bed, without any clothing. Until it is absolutely necessary, neither of us are leaving this bed until we have to get ready for dinner. I would consider that the best gift I could ever receive from you.” He punctuated this with a deep kiss, leaving her breathless as he attacked her mouth. While she lay there gasping for air, he yanked his shirt and pants off, leaving him clad in the delicious silk boxers she loved. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, caressing the soft fleece until his hands reached between her legs and started to stroke her gently. She wriggled underneath him. She sat herself up and took her tank off, cupping her own swollen breasts as she sat back against the pillows. The fleecy friction along her clit combined with her own fingers gently rubbing her nipples threatened to drive her mad. Sark’s head descended to kiss the flushed skin above her breasts while his hands hooked into her pants and pulled them down over her hips, tossing them to the floor.
He lay himself down on her, bringing his head up so he could kiss her. His lips caressed over hers, brushing oh so softly. She sighed happily and he captured the lower lip between his, nibbling carefully. She darted her tongue out to lave at his mouth, giggling when he nipped at her tongue and then soothed it with his own. Her giggles turned to a passionate moan when he lifted her hips and slid himself inside. Her arms wrapped around his neck and threaded her fingers in his hair, keeping his head firmly down against hers. His first thrusts were slow and tender at first, but when she moved underneath him, meeting his hips with her own, he worked up a faster rhythm, sliding his cock forcefully in and out of her. “Harder,” she cried. “Faster.” He complied with her heady requests, pounding himself hard into her. Her cries became wordless as she arched up to him, her body responding voraciously to his. She clutched at his hair, squeezing her eyes shut in rapture. She heard him groan, felt him shudder roughly and his dick pulsated around her walls as he reached his peak, spilling inside of her. She kept rocking slowly, her own climax within grasp. His hand slipped between their bodies to forcefully stroke her clit, sending her over the edge with a well-placed thumb. She mumbled something incoherent when he rolled off and gathered her in his arms.
“I feel the same,” he teased. She didn’t reply, didn’t hit him, but curled up against him, her nose nuzzling his neck lovingly.
“I want more,” she purred, but he pressed a finger to her lips.
“Sleep. We’re going to have lots of time tomorrow to play.” She nipped his finger.
Sydney woke up slowly, the sun warming her naked body. She stretched, then laughed when Sark, whose head was resting comfortably on her stomach, let out a whining moan, his deep sleep interrupted by her motions. He rolled over on to his stomach and she could feel him grumpily pouting against her skin. “It’s early,” he mumbled.
“It’s after 10, brat. Wake up so we can start your birthday celebration.” She ruffled his hair, tugging the curls up so he was left with serious bed head. He buried his head deeper into her body, nipping her stomach. She let her hands trail up and down the back of his head and neck as he kept taking bites of her body. His left hand crept up, fingers tracing over her leg until they met the growing wetness between her legs. She lay sprawled out beneath him moaning her pleasure when his fingertips touched her lower lips. He explored her sensitive area, first probing around her tight opening then tip-toeing up to flick at her clit. His mouth moved down her body. He lifted her leg up to give him better access; she spread them apart further and lifted her leg up and around, resting it on his back as he nibbled on the inside of her thighs. When she felt his hot breath blow over her aroused skin, her toes curled in pleasure.
He crawled his body over so he lay entirely between her legs. Both hands spread her wide open and he licked up the length of her. She made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan, the sensation indescribable. He used his teeth on her clit, biting it almost harshly then soothing it with his tongue and his lips. He attached his mouth on her clit and sucked rhythmically. She bucked her hips, wanting more of the wonderful waves to take over her blood. He waited until she stopped writhing, then kissed his way down until his mouth covered her opening. He slid his hands underneath her ass to lift her hips slightly up to him and plunged his tongue inside of her. She rocked her hips in time with his tongue thrusts, panting out quiet sobs of need. Her body immediately began tingling with anticipation of climax. She blindly stared at the ceiling, her hips pitching back and forth and all her muscles tightening as he tongue f*cked her. He would plunge deep into her, swirl his tongue in a circular motion to stroke her inner walls, then repeat the entire process. Keeping one hand on her bottom, he moved the other to lay flat on her abdomen, pressing down gently with his fingers and pressing her hard clit with his thumb. By letting her move, the pressure of his appendage on her clit sped up her orgasm and she worked her body harder under his hand. He listened hard for her vocal indication that she had gone over the edge and when she cried out, her body trembling rapidly, he crawled up beside her, rolled her on her side so her back was against his chest, lifted her leg and guided himself into her. Her inner muscles rippled and pulled him in deep. She cried out passionately when his hard cock filled her tightly. He gave her no time to come down from her climax but began to pound himself into her. She threw her head back in ecstasy and he attached his wet mouth to her neck, biting along the tense cords of muscle under her skin. She managed to lift one arm and bring it behind her and him, clutching his ass cheeks hard with her nails. He grunted in pain and thrust harder, faster into her. The fire inside of her exploded again and again, her body writhing in pleasure in his arms. The room became hazy in front of her, and she blinked rapidly. His hands roughly cupped her breasts, pinching her erect nipples between two of his fingers harshly. She never came down from the first orgasm and rocketed out of control again and again, her muscles clenching around his cock slamming hard and deep inside of her. She heard his breathing becoming less steady as he reached closer to his peak. She removed her hand from his ass and whipped it around to grasp his hair tightly, pulling his head up so she could meet his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. He groaned into her mouth and slammed his hips hard into her one last time. She felt his cock twitch inside as he came, his body stiff against hers. She broke her mouth away for one last wail, her torso arched and taut as the multiple orgasms rode through her. Finally she went limp and fell nearly on her face, his arms the only thing holding her up.
She lay quietly, trembling until he pulled out and rolled her over to face him. “Wish me ‘Happy Birthday,’ baby,” he smirked. She blinked slowly, letting her eyes learn to focus back on his face. His blue eyes glittered happily.
“Just so we’re clear, who’s supposed to be getting the gift here? ‘Cause I’m a bit confused,’ she said. He laughed and rolled over onto his back, drawing her to lay on top of him. She sprawled out limply, enjoying the loose feeling in her bones. He nuzzled his face into her hair.
“My darling Sydney,” he laughed. His hands rubbed small circles on her back, relaxing her more. She snuggled her head underneath his chin and closed her eyes. The gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled her into a half-slumber. “Are you sleeping, love?”
“Mmm…almost,” she purred. She felt his chest heave with a sigh. “Well it’s not my fault you wore me out,” she complained. He laughed again, softly and she giggled at the sensation it caused in her body. “Just because we’re naked doesn’t mean we have to take advantage of that. I just like having you here next to me.” She trailed a hand up the bed and threaded it in his wild hair.
“But I like taking advantage of you, Sydney,” he said sleepily. “Look, and now I’m catching your sleeping sickness. I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
“Catching up for years spent running around the world, stealing from the good guys,” she teased. She rolled off him and pulled him over until he was the one snuggled under her chin. She heard him hum happily, dreamily as he cuddled her body, his head rested between her breasts. She rubbed his neck until he fell asleep, his even breathing tickling her skin. She closed her own eyes for a while, but the soft bleeping of her phone broke into the silence and she picked it up before Sark could wake up. “Someone better have a good excuse for disturbing my sleep,” she answered.
“Ha! You still sleeping, Bristow? Put Julian on; I’ve been practicing barking ‘Happy Birthday’ and I wanna try it out on him.”
“Sorry Eric, he’s sleeping. Our morning activities kinda wore him out.”
“Aw, you had to go and say that, didn’t you? I’m traumatized for life now with that mental picture.”
Sydney giggled. “We were just napping. I’ll wake him up.” She reached down under the blankets and tweaked Sark’s nipple between her fingers. He groaned and sat up, giving her a glare. She smiled sweetly and passed the phone to him. “It’s for you.”
As Sark settled back to laugh at Weiss being silly, Sydney crawled out of bed and walked to the kitchen. She dug around in the refrigerator, taking out all of the supplies she had bought specially for this day. She was arranging everything nicely on a large platter when Sark yelled, “Sydney, you have 10 seconds to get back into this bed!”
“It wouldn’t kill you to ask nicely, would it?” she called back, picking up her arranged plate and sauntering back, balancing her plate like a tray in her hands. She paused at the doorway and posed seductively. Sark was leaning on his elbow, looking at her with undisguised lust. “Your breakfast, sir,” she purred.
“My dream come true,” he said, and reached over for her. She placed the plate on the beside table and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. He lay back, his hands rubbing her hips gently. “Are you going to feed me too?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course; what kind of dream would I be if I didn’t?” She reached over and pulled the plate closer to them. It was stocked full with strawberries, apple, orange, banana and kiwi slices, large purple grapes and right in the middle was a bowl of homemade whipped cream that she had mixed up the day before. She picked up a fat strawberry and swirled it around the cream until it was completely covered, then brought it over to his lips. He ate it all in one bite, nipping her fingers in the process. The extra cream clung to his lips, but before his tongue could lick it up, she leaned over and licked it off herself, then pressed a small kiss on his mouth.
She fed him a few more slices before he reached over himself and scooped an orange slice in the whipped cream, then brought it up to her lips, feeding her in the same manner. She hummed with pleasure as the fresh cold fruit slid down her throat, and he sat up to kiss the cream that lingered on her lips. Under the sheet, he was hard, pressing up into her ass. He moaned when she ground her body down into him, but she pushed him down, hands flat on his chest, and drew some more fruit for him to eat.
After gratuitous feeding and kisses, all of the fruit was gone and about half a bowl of whipped cream remained. He was completely ready to roll her over, but she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned over, letting her hair fall onto his face. “Let’s not waste the expensive whipped cream.” She sat up and picked up the bowl and a spoon she had brought with. She scooped out a small amount of the cream and then dropped it on her nipples. It was pleasantly cool against her hot skin and her nipples tightened with the sensation. She put the bowl back down and leaned back on her arms, displaying herself for him. He sat up and his mouth descended on the creamy nipple, licking off the sweetness and suckling gently. She moaned, bringing a hand to the back of his neck to hold him to her. When he was done with her right one, he pressed hot wet kisses across her breasts, down and up until he reached her left nipple and exacted the same torture, sucking off the sugary cream. When he had her worked into a frenzy, he drew back and smiled wickedly at her. She pushed him down again, and this time she dropped the cream on his chest. He hissed at the coldness, his head thrown back in ecstasy. She leaned over and let her own tongue and lips work him as well as he had teased her. She even let her teeth drag carefully on his taut nipple.
She used almost the rest of the whipped cream on his chest, drawing patterns and pictures with her fingers before licking and sucking it off. He shifted below her, in agony under her talented mouth. “Syd…” he groaned. “I’m dying here. Stop teasing, please.”
“Just one more,” she murmured along his belly button. She nudged her body back so she was straddling his knees and pulled back the sheet, exposing his raging erection. She dug the spoon around in the bowl, getting the last little remnants of the whipped cream, then drew the spoon down the shaft of his penis, covering it completely. She wiped off the rest of the topping on his balls, then put the bowl down and ran her hands up and down his legs. “So,” she looked him hard in the eyes. “Do you really want me to stop teasing now?”
“Oh god woman, if you walk away right now, I will kill you,” he grunted, silently praying that she would go through. She could read it in his eyes and she cocked her eyebrows. Placing her hands on his hips for leverage, she very, very slowly leaned over, until she was hovering mere millimeters away from his cock. She heard him whisper “Please,” in a desperate voice and she opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around his swollen head. She ran her tongue around, licking up all of the thick cream and swallowing hard. She could taste his own flavour with the cream. She took him out of her mouth, placed a small kiss on the slit, then opened her mouth wide again and took him deeper, so she could suck more of the whipped topping off. He lay still, not even breathing as she bobbed her head over him. When she let him out the second time, she lay kisses down the shaft, then swirled her tongue around the part of his dick that hadn’t fit into her mouth. When she had cleaned his cock off, she kissed down to his covered balls, sucking the final bits of their breakfast off of him in a steady manner. He was moaning, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. Finally she lapped up all of the cold cream and took his erection back into her mouth, slowly sliding him in and out. His hands tangled in her hair, gently guiding her head a little more forcefully. She sucked him up and down, pulling him as far back in her throat as she could before coming up for air. When he began raising his hips to meet her lips, she worked up a faster rhythm, scraping her teeth over the seam along the bottom of his shaft carefully, but still giving that intense feeling. Her head bobbed faster over him, spurred on by his hand wrapped in her hair and he thrust into her warm mouth, wanting release. She felt him tense up, his cock throbbing erratically and she pulled hard on him. He moaned and came, pumping her up and down as he erupted down her throat. She kept her lips wrapped around him until his hips fell back against the mattress and he let out a great sigh. She let his softening penis out of her mouth and gave him a few light kisses for good measure, then crawled up to lie across him, burying her head in his neck. Still breathing hard, his arms wrapped around her and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Oh my,” he murmured.
“I like. Very much.”
“Good,” she snuggled in. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down on him. He smiled happily up at her. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “And I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Sydney.” He rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply, cupping her face in his hands as his lips slanted over hers again and again. When he broke away, he rested his forehead to hers. “My beautiful Sydney.”
“So what now?” she asked seductively, nipping at his lower lip. He pulled the blankets up and around them, cocooning them in a bundle of warmth.
“Now, I get to hold you and thank every deity I can name that I’m having this incredible moment.”
She laughed. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”
“Yes, but you still love me. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Sydney pounded on the door. “Julian, will you please hurry? Other people need to use the bathroom too!”
She raised her fist to knock again, but the door swung open and a visibly amused Sark stepped out. “Impatient much, love?”
She didn’t answer as she darted in quickly. After relieving her most pressing need, she brushed out her hair, and began applying her makeup. She was only in her bra and panties, not wanting to accidentally get her dress dirty. “Honey, could you grab me the silver jewelry set on the dresser please?”
She was touching up her eye shadow when he leaned across the door frame. She straightened and turned to him, striking a mock pose. His eyes swept over her half-naked frame and he cocked an eyebrow. He was standing there, his silver shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, exposing his bare chest, and his black pants undone and hanging off his hips. Sydney practically threw herself on him, letting her lips travel over his neck while her hands stroked his chest. “Sydney,” he groaned. “We only have 20 minutes.”
“That’s enough for me,” she murmured, pushing him backwards until he fell on the bed and she climbed on top, kissing a path down his chest. He sat them up and laid her on her back, pulling her bra down to expose her breasts. He bent his head over, laying kisses to her skin while taking her panties off and sliding two fingers inside of her. Sydney grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him up to her mouth, kissing him hungrily as she slid the silk off his shoulder. He kept thrusting his fingers into her as she yanked his pants and boxers off. Once he was completely naked, she took his semi-hard cock and stroked him gently a few times.
He broke his mouth away to breathe hard against the pillow. “Jesus, Sydney,” he panted.
“You were the one who said we don’t have much time,” she whispered, pulling him closer to her. He removed his fingers from her and batted her hand away, linking their hands together as he pushed into her. Their thrusts were frantic, each enjoying the quick uninhibited, impulsive fuck. Sydney wrapped her legs hard around his hips, pushing him deeper into her. “Julian, please, make me come,” she cried, throwing her head back to expose her neck to his frenetic kisses. He pounded into her, pushing her hard into the mattress until he felt her tense. When her orgasm hit, she arched her back to him and screamed in pleasure. Her inner convulsions were too much for his over-stimulated body and he buried his head into her neck, groaning as he came hard into her. He collapsed on her body, her hands coming around to stroke the muscles on his back as she kissed his forehead and brushed the sweaty curls off his face. He raised his head to kiss her, then fell on his back, breathing hard.
“Syd, you messed up my hair.”
“Hey, I told you we could get in 10 times before dinner. Besides, you shouldn’t look so damned good in suits.”
“I wasn’t even wearing my suit,” he complained, rolling over her to get redressed. He tossed her underwear to her as he pulled up his boxers and pants. She sighed happily, got herself off the bed and picked up the midnight blue dress she had picked for dinner. She slid the satiny material over her skin and brushed it down over her hips, wiping away the wrinkles. She brushed her hair out and let it fall free over her shoulders, the way Sark liked it best on her. She finally turned to him and helped him knot his tie, flattening the collar down and kissing him sweetly. He placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing her arms gently as he looked her over. “You look so beautiful,” he murmured, an appreciative look in his eyes. “You are the most wonderful woman in the world. Thank you for today.”
“You’re welcome, brat,” she smirked. He matched her expression, then let his hand trace down her arm to take her hand in his. They drove over to the Phillips’ house and they had just entered, when Sark pulled her into his arms again and lowered his head for a heart-stopping kiss. “What was that for?” she breathed when he came up for air.
He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Do I really need a reason?”
“No.” He led them over to the couch and sat her down on his lap. She ran her hand over his cheek. “You still owe me a lap around the skating rink tomorrow.”
He groaned softly. “Fine, fine,” he grumbled. She kissed him gently and slid off his lap, snuggling in on his side. He kept one arm around her waist and the other hand wrapped around hers, their fingers threaded together. Abby and Caleb came rushing in wearing pajamas, carrying brightly coloured homemade cards.
Abby sat on Sydney’s lap. “You look really pretty, Syd.”
“Thank you, sweetie. Are you going to come skating with us tomorrow?” Abby nodded enthusiastically and Sydney gave her a hug.
Steven came into the room. “Oh good, you are here. Anna was worried that we wouldn’t have time for cake and all. Honey!” he called. “Everyone’s here, bring the cake out.”
Anna came out carrying a huge chocolate cake covered with lit candles. Everyone broke into song, but Sydney started giggling when Sark blushed furiously. She squeezed his hand and lay her head on his shoulder. When the song was over, Sark Abby and Caleb leaned over and with a heavy breath, blew out all the candles.
Caleb started laughing. “You missed one, Uncle Julian! That means you have one girlfriend!”
“Good,” Sark replied, turning to Sydney. “That’s all I need.”
“Okay, kids, say goodnight and get upstairs,” Anna said. The kids gave sloppy kisses and darted upstairs, laughing and squealing. The adults got their coats on while Steven talked to the babysitter, then they all piled into one car and drove to the town.
When they got inside the restaurant, Sydney couldn’t help being surprised. The room was dimly lit with antique lanterns on the dark wood walls. The ceiling was covered in blue and green swirled stained glass. Lights were strategically placed so that it looked like dancing Northern Lights for a ceiling. The chairs were plush blue velvet, the tables were covered with spotless white tablecloths and fine china. On the right hand side, there was a small stage set up and an open space of hardwood floor for dancing. A band was playing soft contemporary music. A smiling young woman led the foursome to an intimate table in the corner, took drink orders and handed out large menus before whisking away.
Sark smiled at his cousin. “Goodness Anna, I can’t believe how well they’ve redone this place. It’s exquisite.”
“Can you believe the Youngs have put all this up for sale?” They all began chatting about local people and gossip. Sydney just enjoyed listening, sipping on her glass of wine and stroking Sark’s hand that was sitting on her thigh. The dinner was excellent, well worth the price. They talked for a long time afterwards, leisurely eating a huge slice of sumptuous chocolate cheesecake and listening to the band. It was such a relaxing, happy moment for Sydney, enjoying being with these friendly people and the love of her life.
The band switched to a slower, mournful tune. “I love this song,” Sydney sighed.
Sark stood and held out his hand. “Ms. Bristow, would you do me the honour of a dance?” he said seductively. She placed her hand in his and followed him out to the dance floor. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against his body. She lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in the spicy cologne he wore. He brought their entwined hands together against his heart and rested his cheek on her hair.
Rows and flows of angel hair,
And ice cream castles in the air,
And feathered canyons everywhere,
I’ve looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun,
They rain and they snow on everyone,
So many things I would have done,
But clouds got in my way.
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow,
It’s cloud illusions I recall,
I really don’t know clouds at all.
Sydney sighed contentedly. They were barely moving, just rocking back and forth to the slow tune. She felt like she could stay in those arms forever.
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,
The dizzy dancing way that you feel,
As every fairy tale come true,
I’ve looked at love that way.
But now it’s just another show,
And you leave ‘em laughing when you go,
And if you can, don’t let them know,
Don’t give yourself away.
I’ve looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take and still somehow,
It’s love’s illusions that I recall,
I really don’t know love, really don’t know love at all.
Sark began to rub small circles with his fingers in the curve of her lower back. “My Sydney,” he breathed. “God, I love you so much.”
Tears and fears and feeling proud,
To say ‘I love you’ right out loud,
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds,
I’ve looked at life that way.
Oh but now old friends, they’re acting strange,
And they shake their head, and they tell me that I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained,
In living every day.
I’ve looked at life from both sides now,
From win and lose and still somehow,
It’s life’s illusions I recall,
I really don’t know life at all.
Sydney felt tears coming into her eyes. She didn’t want this to end. She couldn’t contemplate living without waking up in these arms, feeling his breath on her skin late at night, holding his hand for strength and power, watching those blue eyes light up with happiness and love whenever he saw her. She wanted to stay wrapped in the moment forever, willing the whole world to disappear as long as she could stay in Sark’s arms. He gently brought a hand up and stroked her tear-stained face. “Hey,” he whispered. “Hey baby, it’s okay. Don’t cry.”
She bit her lip to stop from sobbing. “Don’t leave me, Julian. Let’s just stay here forever.”
“Always,” he replied, stroking her hair down her back.
It’s life’s illusions, that I recall,
I really don’t know life,
Really don’t know life at all.
“Will you stop griping?”
“It’s cold, Sydney. And I know that I’m going to step out there on that ice and I’ll fall on my ass and I’ll be even colder. Let’s just forgo the skating, and start on the hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. I like that idea best.”
“You promised me. Besides, it’s not that hard, okay?”
Sydney was kneeling in front of Sark seated on a shaky wooden bench out by the uncovered patch of ice. She had done up her own skates and was finishing tying up Sark’s tight enough. Caleb and Abby were already skating around, passing a little rubber ball back and forth with hockey sticks.
Sydney stood up. “Let’s go, brat.” She held out her hand, but he just glowered at her and raised his feet, staring at the black hockey skates on his feet.
“I can’t feel my toes.”
“That’s good; means they’re tight enough.” Sydney tentatively stepped out onto the ice and took a few small strokes. When she didn’t fall over, she quickened her pace and did a lap around, breathing in the crisp air and enjoying the sun on her face. She stopped in front of the bench again and held out her hands. “Come on, Julian, it’s very very easy. It’s just like walking, one foot in front of another. Except with this you glide a bit. Look, I’ll even hold onto your hands so you don’t fall, okay?” She huffed out an impatient sigh and grabbed his hands. “Come!”
He rolled his eyes, but stood up carefully, rocking a bit before balancing. She slowly skated backwards, pulling him along with her. “See, you’re doing great!” she said encouragingly. They glided another fifteen feet before she said, “Okay, I’m going to let go now so you can try it on your own.”
“No, Sydney!” he yelped, but she had already released his hands. She turned and skated quickly forward, then did a sharp turn and slowly glided back to him. He was frozen, knees bent low and back hunched forward, arms still out in front of him. She started to laugh.
“Do you know how stupid you look?’
“I really don’t care, as long as I don’t fall, okay. I’m not moving.”
Sydney shook her head, deeply amused. “God, it’s so easy. Just one foot in front of the other, okay?” She demonstrated slowly, but the front of her blade got caught in a notch in the ice and she tumbled forward. She was so surprised that she had no time to brace her fall and she landed hard on her face. “Ouch!”
Sark began to laugh, but he straightened too quickly and it shoved him off-balance. His feet flew out from under him and he ended up on his ass. “Oww!” he moaned.
“That’s what you get for laughing at me,” she pushed herself up and crawled over to sit next to him. “Are you okay?”
“Bloody awful,” he scowled at her. “See, now I’m hurt and cold. I’ve no idea why you find this so much fun.”
“Well,” she said, standing herself up and grabbing his hands. “You just gotta try again until you get it right. Some things take work that way” She helped him stand, then began the process again. Eventually Sark got the hang of the motion and was able to move on his own. They did a few laps holding hands and then picked up sticks and played a quick game of hockey with the kids, just shooting the ball back and forth. Anna came out, a bundled up Ian in a sleigh, and Sydney had fun pulling him around the rink until he fell asleep. Eventually the kids got cold and tired and went to take off their skates. Sydney wrapped her arms around Sark’s waist and spun him around a bit. “See? Fun.”
“Don’t rub it in,” he teased.
Sydney heard a car pull up to the house. “Could you watch Ian?” Anna called. Sydney nodded and grabbed the rope on the sleigh again to pull the baby on the ice. She watched Anna and the kids disappear from the wooded grove and skated back to Sark.
He slid an arm around her shoulders. “Are we done soon?” he asked.
“Just a couple more laps, okay?” They glided slowly around, but when they were in front of the bench again, Sydney’s blade hit another hole in the ice and she went sprawling, bringing Sark down with her. When they had stopped laughing and sat up, Sark pulled her over so she sat in his lap. She leaned back into his arms and grabbed his hands in hers. “So, I have a week left to enjoy myself before I have to do some major decision making.”
“Look Syd, we’re going to get through this, okay? So we might have to spend a few weeks apart. But I hope you don’t see this as choosing between your life there and me, because that’s not what I want. Whatever happens, we can work it all out. I mean, I’ve already won over your friend Eric. What’s the only barrier in my way, your father? Okay, so he’s probably not going to be best friends with me off the bat, but I do hope that he can at least learn to respect me.”
“I believe that will remain to be seen, Mr. Lazarey.”
Sydney looked up, her eyes widened in shock. Her father stood beside the bench, his long black overcoat swept around his legs by the wind.