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Interlude Two
Between a rock and a hard place
Wherein Sydney and Sark are naughty while Jack and Marshall sleep
Her father promptly woke her at dawn and she gave him her cloak to wrap himself in. She sat at the entrance of their nook for a while, but feeling a little cramped she decided to move about a bit, discreetly. She walked around their outcropping, peering around, but didn’t see any movement that would indicate there was anyone in their immediate area.
She quietly walked back to the nook and glanced in, just long enough to see only two bodies sleeping. A hand suddenly clamped over her mouth and an arm snaked around her waist. She let Julian pull her backwards and around a thick outcropping. He didn’t remove his hand until he had her back pressed up against the rock and he was leaning over her.
“What were you doing?” he whispered angrily at her.
“Just looking around,” she ignored his worry; she had other things on her mind just then. For example the, somewhat embarrassing, fact that she was turned on by all his manhandling. Seductively sliding her gaze down him she coyly asked, “Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” she raised her eyes to meet his as she finished.
The spark of irritation in his blue eyes burned a little brighter, but for different reasons. He slowly leaned in to leisurely and thoroughly kiss her. She opened her eyes after the kiss, “That’s it?”
With that challenge he tangled a hand in her hair and yanked her head back, almost cracking it against the rocks as he voraciously attacked her mouth. She slipped her hands underneath the untucked ends of his shirt and ran her hands over his hot, smooth flesh. One of his hands was still buried in her hair while the other ran over and over her sides, stomach and back.
He dropped his head to her shoulder, “Bloody corset.”
She giggled, mocking him, “You needed have picked it out.” His hand continued to try and find how to easily divest her of the corset.
She slid her hands down to his hips and pulled him firmly against her, “It doesn’t have to come off.” She made her point by bucking her hips into his.
She could feel his sharp teeth against her neck as he grinned.
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She leaned against the rock as Julian re-dressed her, “Thanks,” she told him, pulling him to her. Their lips eagerly and softly reacquainted with each other then she opened her mouth so their tongues could flirt with each other. Finally pulling back from the kiss he rested his forehead against hers a moment before pulling her away from the rough rock to nestle comfortable against his chest.
“Are you sure darling?”
She mumbled at his odd question.
“About leaving your job and friends to come live here?”
His lovely accented words whispered lowly in her ear and she didn’t quite comprehend them at first, so caught up in the soothing sounds they made against the delicate skin of her ear. When they did she opened her eyes and pulled back to regard his carefully composed face.
She smiled bemusedly at him, for asking that question now. “Of course I’m sure,” she firmly told him, “And it’s not like I’ll never see my friends again, I can visit them from time to time.”
She grinned at the thought of the CIA and his enemies seeing the cool, composed, deadly Mister Sark anxious over her reply. Of course they’d have to look close, but she knew him now and she was very close.
She let him pull her into a kiss, before backing away, “My dad will be waking up soon.”
He made a disgruntled noise in his throat but followed her back around the outcropping.
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