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Julian Sark | Alias ❝ My loyalties are flexible. ❞
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selfcritic:
Sark’s act was flawless, something Sydney would have praised him on if they hadn’t had this unspoken ‘hatred’ between them. His comment however only caused her to inhale the wine once again. A spluttering apology given to the hosts while a look of rage darted towards Sark. “Oh my god! What is wrong with me today?” she laughed it off through a croak, quickly cleaning the wine from her mouth and chin. “I always have trouble swallowing bitter fluids.” she chuckled, a subtle shot fired towards Sark.
Sydney thought she had detained his advances, quenched them at least with the crossing of her legs but as the conversations commenced she felt his fingers toy with her. The slow slide of her zipper halting a lump in her throat, a slight croak breaking through her words as she questioned Darleen on the marinade coating the meat. “You said this was just honey and thyme? Surely not. There’s gotta be a secret ingredient.” Sydney pressed the woman, completely ignoring the tease of his fingers at the elastic of her panties.
She had no belief that he would venture further than that, so the brunette continued to play her role, conversing and eating. When his fingers dipped lower, the brunette was carving into another chunk of meat forcing a surprised gasp from her lips. Thankfully it was disguised by one of the other guests asking about the wine. Sydney gazed towards Sark, “Darling, you’re a wine expert, what would you have paired with this meal?” she asked, adjusting herself against his fingers, her eyelids flickering shut, briefly holding back a moan as she burned a look of warning at him.
It had been such a long time since Sark could remember enjoying himself so much on a mission. The way she reacted, wine going down the wrong pipe, when he hadn’t even really gotten started yet. Also, the delightful meal he was enjoying along with this little show? It was quite nice, yes. Brows raised in amusement as he instantly recognized the shade she threw. “Perhaps you’re on edge...” Oh, she was about to be, if he had his way.
If he was being honest, she was an amazing actress as well as agent, as she didn’t miss a beat of the conversation or give any indication of what was going on underneath the table. Their principles aside, Sark enjoyed working with her... Especially during this dinner. Her gasp pulled his cheshire grin wide as he relished the reaction. But that grin quickly faded as she turned the conversation onto him, asking for his judgment on something he was luckily an expert in. Just as an authoritative opinion was about to escape his lips, a pause. Wait, it wasn’t polite to criticise one’s hosts, especially while you were partaking in the meal.
“What they chose is lovely, dear,” Sark effortlessly replied with a sincere smile, lying through his teeth. She was going to pay for that — knowing he was distracted with her, combined with his ego — almost tricking him into insulting the people they had to play nice with. “I wouldn’t change a thing,” he finished with a masterful twirl of his finger around her swelling button, laying on the pleasurable pressure more intensely than before. In fact, once everyone’s attention fell from him, fingers explored further with a gentle yet firm touch, playing at her entrance. Fingertips teased, daring to dip inside. Above, he couldn’t help biting his lip, a cheeky glint in his eyes as he observed her.
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“I am most overjoyed you could join me for this Hallows Eve. As our schedules do often conflict. Anytime seeing you is quite the joy my darling.” A mirthful giggle escaped the Sonia’s lips as she took his hand. “A dear colleague of my arranged this castle for us…I have only been to Ireland for political reasons. This is my first time on vacation! The surrounding town apparently has the most brilliant Samhain festivities.” The baby blue hues looked around the castle foyer, “I wonder when the last time the décor has been updated…..Look at all the historical art….” The eyes of the castle’s past tenants almost seemed to follow them as they made their way through the old castle.
Smile widened as she spoke, fully appreciating every word, especially the giggle at the end. As her hand found his, Sark couldn’t help lifting it to his lips to place light kisses of adoration. Hopefully, the gesture didn’t distract her from her thoughts, though, as he continued to listen, nodding attentively at her points. “If it is festivities you desire, festivities you will get, my love.” Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken part in a festival. At least, not one simply for fun.
Eyes followed her gaze, brows raising at the unsettling vibe the pictures gave off. “Yes, the historical yet creepy art...” Wanting to forget about that for a moment, Sark turned to her, soft expression on his face. Oh, how he’d missed his Sonia. “So, this entire castle is our playground for this vacation?” Invading her personal space, voice but a whisper, she would eventually feel her back touch the wall with the faintest of bumps. Just as he leaned in, reunion kiss within his grasp... one of the gigantic picture frames nearby fell off the wall with an echoing crash...
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Sydney was relieved by their hosts, the act although was stirring up feelings she never thought she would ever have for Sark. Playing out this act was the only that would get her through today, through the next hour. Gasping the woman leaned in close nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as their hosts admired the openness that Sark had expressed. “Do you blame me? I married this stud.” she grinned popping her ass a little up into his touch. This was a dangerous game. Even for her.
A flat palm pressed to his chest, as Sydney flattened out a crease just above his heart. “Dryer than the Sahara darling.” she chimed taking his lead into the dinning room. Thankful that when they got to the table the glasses were being filled with wine. Taking one before it was placed on the table Sydney was quick to take a sip as slid down into the offered seat. She was in mid drink when Sark leaned in to whisper his diabolical plan into her ear forcing Sydney to gasp the wine down the wrong hole the moment she felt his hand dangerously close to her sex.
Spluttering on the wine the brunette snatched up a napkin from the table covering her coughing mouth. She had no time to pull his hand from her thigh as their hosts walked in singing almost their praise in the meal they had prepared. Gazing towards Sark, Sydney knew in the pit of her stomach that he was going to hold true to his words. That smug smile he did almost promised it. Doing the only thing she could think of. Sydney slid her legs over one another crossing them beneath the table, a feeble attempt to delay his plan. “Oh Darleen that looks exquisite!” Sydney charmed, breaking his gaze to admire the food being laid out ahead.
If Sark was brutally honest with himself, there was a small part of him that enjoyed the peacefulness of holding Sydney in his arms, pretending to be a couple leading a completely normal life. But that feeling was instantly tossed aside, as normalcy was never in the cards for Julian. In fact, he was probably in too deep to even take something akin to a legit vacation, if he really thought about it. So, for the moment, he would simply enjoy the fake compliments and the way her ass begged for his touch. Seemed his suspicions might be correct, after all.
Her abrupt coughing caused his brows to jump as hands went to help with her dinner napkin, as any concerned husband would. “Oh my, we haven’t even gotten started yet, and here you are, choking. Take time to swallow. I’m sure you know how to,” he finished in a velvety whisper only she could hear. The fact she had crossed her legs did not go unnoticed, forcing Sark to pause his advances for a minute as he partook of some wine himself. “Yes, exquisite,” he agreed, though his gaze lingered on her a moment before focusing on the food in front of them.
After their plates were prepared, and conversations were moving along, Sark’s thoughts returned to her. If she truly wasn’t up for the task, she would have gotten up from the table or whispered to him to stop in complete seriousness... and he would have. But she didn’t, and she was one of the best agents. It would be simple for her to maintain her composure. And so, she would soon feel the warmth of his hand upon her thigh for round two. Despite the weak obstacle she’d set up, it wasn’t long before her pants were undone, allowing fingertips to ghost across the top of her panties in warning and promise. All the while, above, he was keeping up with what was being said, smiling and nodding, and taking sips from his glass with the other hand. Soon she would feel his touch dip lower, drilling between her closed thighs, eventually pausing to tease her clit. He was soft at first, testing the waters, making sure she actually could handle it. And if she seemed to do fine, his teasing would get more intense over the course of the meal...
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Lauren savored the taste of him once more on her tongue, her fingers coiling into the crook of his neck, closing all distance between them. The short little number rose against her thighs as she aided him. Legs wrapped around his waist like they had done so many times before. Her heels pressing against the top of his thighs, vicing around him to ensure no gap was between them ever again. The stillness in him when those words flew from her mouth amused her, for a man who had so much to say, she had never seen him so quiet. Biting her lip the woman smiled adoring the fact that he was back in her arms once more, but she hadn’t expected those words to fall so freely from his lips. Surprised yet completely taken by them. Lauren pulled him in, pressing her forehead to his. “Yes.” she breathed. There was no hesitation in her answer, none what so ever. He was the love of her life as cliche as that was and she would be damned if she spent another day as nothing more than his mistress. “Vegas?” she purred brushing her lips against his.
Although Sark knew she’d say yes, that split second between his question and her answer was more anxiety-inducing than any gun ever aimed at him. A bright smile lit up his face at her acceptance of his proposal, and just as he was about to lie her down on her back to begin the barrage of kissing he had planned for her body, she asked about... Vegas. Spinning around, he sat down on the bed instead, her seated comfortably in his lap, still facing him, as a single brow was raised. He’d never thought of that place before, with its bright lights and the casinos and... “You wish to have Elvis marry us?” he said with fond amusement in his tone, knowing that if it was something she wanted, he could never deny her. “I do love the casinos and the free bubbly.” As he found himself warming up to the idea, so did his lips down her jawline and fingers against her skin, teasing underneath the delicate fabric. “Yes, I suppose Vegas would be lovely. Is there a particular place you wanted to stay at? A certain casino hotel? I’ll reserve us the penthouse suite, as this is the most special of occasions, my love... my wife.” It was surreal calling her that, but it felt so right.
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So I ran faster But it caught me here Yes, my loyalties turned Like my ankle In the seventh grade Running after Billy Running after the rain These precious things Let them bleed Let them wash away These precious things Let them break Their hold of me
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“Your wife loved me. Not even death can change that”.
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Lauren moved into his kiss, her hands cupping at his cheek as if thanking him for not persisting with her choice. She had no idea the torture had gone through when he believed her to be dead, but then she did know the ache that was left when she was unable to see him. She loved loves him. Even going so far as to picture their future together, happily married with a little army of blonde babies. Her lips parted with the eagerness to taste him, to relish in the fact that there was no more hiding from him. Tongue snaked around his, deepening the kiss for a moment longer. The low growl of need when he pulled away just enough to speak. Sark’s words held a weight that only she knew. They were intoxicating with one another. Shifting her balance to rely on his hand, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck. “ My love, I don’t intend to ever leave you again. ” she promised, making a silent vow there and then that she would never part with him again. “ I love you. ”
As tongues and hands got reacquainted with the other, not missing a beat as if they’d never been separated, the internal struggle raged on; Sark’s impatience, his desire to devour her right then and there on that balcony, battled his need to take it slowly, relishing the reunion that he’d never thought possible on the nice comfortable bed. Once her arms were securely around his neck, he couldn’t help lifting her other leg, wrapping it around him and pressing her back against the wall with his body for leverage. Just as he was about to carry her over to the bed ( or out onto the balcony, he was still deciding ) her words — those three little words — stilled him. Eyes searched hers, soft and seemingly hypnotized. Was this the first time she’d said it? Even if it wasn’t, it sure felt like it. “Marry me...” The statement seemed to slip out so naturally not a thought was given to hold it back. “I love you more than mere words can express, so allow diamonds to do the rest of the talking?” As he spoke, he carried her to the bed, all attention on her reaction to his proposal.
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There was no acting in the way her breath had hitched, or the way that even as much as she detested him; she couldn’t help the attraction she had for him. He was like a leech sucking all coherent thought from her. In the sanctuary of their spot, Sydney was composing her thoughts. They had no idea how long this mission was to go on, or how well they had to sell their story, but one thing was becoming clear. Sydney was falling for her own story. With Vaughn out of the picture, her sex life had hit a wall. So any signs of affection, ached within her.
Sydney was lost in her thoughts, snapping out of them the second the growl in his voice hit her. “ It was nothing. ” she snapped, trying to convince herself with her own words. It was something, but what? The mission was easy, she’d done something similar once before, but that had even resulted in selling a story to it’s full length. The hand around her waist pulled a gasp from her throat, her footing causing her to stumble into him as the timing was perfect with Darlene and Marcus coming towards them. Had he seen them first?
Pale hues closed with the hitch of her breath. Her heart pounding in her chest with his words holding much more than a warning to her. It was a promise. The act was gone as the brunette held her hands to his chest, the distance between them next to nothing. “ Sark— ” the whisper cut short by their previous company. Frustration and relief played hand in hand as the woman pressed her forehead to his cheek, her sigh echoing in the space between them. Fingers straightened out his shirt as the southern accent found it’s way to the tip of her tongue. “ I’m sorry, we just can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other. ” the truth sold in the way she stayed in his touch,
Her body language told a story that was tough for Sark to fully swallow. There was no reason for her to be faking attraction while their targets weren’t focusing on them. It intrigued him, to say the least. True, he was dashing and handsome, but she knew him and what he was capable of in the name of the almighty dollar bill. Hero types such as Sydney didn’t usually allow their base animal instincts to dictate their behavior. But what if... Smirk widened at the delicious thought. Perhaps this would be more fun than he’d first imagined? “If that was merely nothing, I cannot imagine what something would have been.” Oh, yes, he totally could.
When she stumbled into him, Sark held her with a dominating touch that maintained a hint of gentleness. Observing her so close, it was clear how smitten she was. The redness across her cheeks, the way she said his name in that breathy whisper that he wouldn’t mind hearing again in private. Though, now he was curious as to what she was about to say. Unseen by the others, a hand snaked along her body to grip her ass, giving it a playful squeeze before getting back into character. “Yeah, this one, she needs it at least five times a day or phew, she gets cranky, let me tell you.” His grin rivaled that of a Cheshire cat’s. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, nope.”
And now, now they still had to get through dinner, as the timer in the kitchen went off, reminding him. Sark, knowing what he knew, would have to sit there, behaving until they finished eating. Or, maybe not? “Chow time, finally.” Attention returned to her, baby blues filled with innocence that contradicted the doublespeak in his tone. “I’m parched. Aren’t you, darlin’?” After leading her over to the table and pulling her chair out, he took the seat next to her. As their hosts went about the kitchen, preparing plates and cups, he leaned over to whisper, “I intend to make this a meal you will not soon forget, love. Think of this as acting practice, if you wish...” And just in case she hadn’t caught on to his salacious plan, she’d soon feel a warm hand on top of her thigh, dipping dangerously close to the heat between her legs in demonstration. Gaze fixated on her, waiting to relish her reaction. Yes, behaving wasn’t in his vocabulary today, it appeared.
What’re you trying to 𝑑𝑜 to me?
It’s like we can’t stop, We’re 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 —
But we 🇬🇪🇹 🇦🇱🇴🇳🇬 when I’m 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
Alias | 2x03 Cipher
selfcritic:
Lauren allowed him to guide her out onto the balcony, their bodies moving in sync with one another. He was and always would be, the man who she would undoubtedly risk it all for. The blonde hadn’t realized how much she had craved his touch, until she had been deprived of it. Thumbs brushed at his neck, her blonde hair blowing in the cool breeze. “Darling you know I can’t do that.” she sighed, the conversation they had, had days before her ‘death’ reliving themselves in the present. “How else am I going to survive the long days without you?” she asked, closing the distance between their bodies. She was being truthful for once, it came naturally around Sark. “Do you think you could set up a meeting between Sloane and I?” she asked brushing her lips over his, partially hoping to daze him into agreeing to her request.
Sark had figured he couldn’t persuade her to give up the dangerous lifestyle she was so accustomed to, but there was no harm in at least asking. Normally, he would have persisted with his pleading, but her words about surviving without him, well, there was no way he could argue against that logic. Nothing could top that sentiment, especially since he felt the same way. A subtle nod and hum of agreement was given before he gave in to her teasing, capturing her lips with his own as arms squeezed her tight against him. Eyes closed as he melted into the kiss, relishing it as though she might disappear again. Gods, how he’d missed this, missed her. A hand drifted to pull one of her legs up to his waist so he could absently rub along her thigh. “Luckily for you, he’s in town. And, alright, as long as you are by my side in the field. I can keep you safe. Can watch over you. Not that you need it... I need it. Need to know you won’t be taken from me again. I... I can’t bear to go through that again.” Now it was his turn to be honest.
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Sydney couldn’t help but melt inside of his grip her kiss growing against him. What had started as a warning had become a small moment that she craved. Realizing what she was doing the brunette shook herself out of the role. Pulling away disorientated, Sydney searched his eyes. Seeking for an answer to a question that she didn’t want to ask. It lasted a moment before a switch inside of her had been flicked. The brunette reached up, brushing the lipstick left on his lips with her thumb. “I’m sorry snookems. You know how carried away I get.” she purred, her hand dropping to tidy up the creases she had made in his shirt. “Five years married, and he still gets shy with public displays of affection.” she chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder. Darlene was in utter awe at them, the envy in her eyes growing as her own ‘husband’ came to join them. “Marcus! Darlene was just telling us about the barbecue tomorrow.” Sydney quipped, thankful for a moment as the couple in front of them seemed to have a hushed domestic moment, giving her the prime opportunity to have her own with Sark. “What the hell was that?” she whispered pulling him aside. Searching for the blind spots in their ‘home’ was a challenge, but so far she had found one just beneath the stairs in the kitchen doorway.
That look she gave him... On any other woman, it would have been easily deciphered, but seeing as they were supposed to be acting, Sark wasn’t about to assume anything from it. It could also be a trick of some sort. Not to mention, Sidney was a pro with the improv. Even with all those facts taken into consideration, he couldn’t ignore the chill that ran along his spine in reaction to her gaze. The spell was soon broken as she uttered the word snookems though, pulling a tired sigh from him in the process. “Perhaps I simply do not wish to get too carried away, as there are laws against displays that are deemed indecent. If not for such laws, one can only imagine what I would do to you in front of polite company, ” he finished with a devilish smirk, complete with a playful wink.
Once Sark was pulled aside, out of earshot of the others, English accent returned in full force, dripping with attitude. “I could bloody well ask you the same thing...” he whispered in a hushed growl, their bodies remaining close as to not take any chances. “The mission is so utterly easy, so I am left wondering, why do you insist on making it hard... Among other things, with that kiss a moment ago?” With an arm wrapped around her waist and a pleasant expression on his face, he continued, words contradicting the story a glance in their direction might have told. “If you continue to play with fire, you will get burned, Miss Bristow.” Leaning in, velvety voice and warm breath washed over her ear, “And if you bite me again, I cannot guarantee I will remain a gentleman.”
Alias : season 3, episode 16… ❝ Taken ❞ ↪ Sydney & Sark // The Collar Scene
