Deflowering Alias Fic Challenge Posting
So once again the brilliantly mad and all round brilliant lunasky is hosting a fic challenge at her community clandestine_ops. So I think I'm the first to post my story, "Do You Do Windows Too?". It's fluffy, a real departure from my normal style--I'm worried it's so sweet it might make your teeth ache, anyway...
Title: Do You Do Windows Too?
Author: automatic_badgirl
Pairing: Sydney/Vaughn
Rating: Steamy NC-17 all the way
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn have some good “clean” role-playing fun…
Disclaimer: Not mine but I’d give my eyeteeth if they were, they're so cute.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Written for Lunasky’s Virgin Territories Fic Challenge on Livejournal. This is schmoop-pure, silly, fun schmoop-about as substantial as cotton candy. Really throws a bad light on my whole “Dark Queen of the Sloadney” rep don’t it? This fic could not have been written if it weren’t for the fact spy_Barbie, a.k.a Elektra “innocently” mentioned how much she liked role-playing fics. One 1500 pound plot bunny later, here’s the result. This is all for you Lucy…I hope you enjoy. Love and Hugs from the Badgirl ;)
Beauty is truth; truth is beauty. Keats said that once in his too short life.
Michael Vaughn didn’t know much about John Keats but he thinks he understands where he was coming from as he stopped and considered the small of Sydney’s back. It was still shower damp and the small beads of water caught the early morning sunlight as she stands unselfconsciously naked in front of her wardrobe and selects a dress. The droplets glow like amber jewels; her skin is gilded with light, as if the sun upon reaching her flesh has died-probably out of sheer happiness-Vaughn thinks, and is reborn as luminous gold dust. Sydney makes her selection and casually tosses it onto the bed, turning and catching his approving look.
“What?” The smile he loved to see, the one she saved for especially him-full and slightly harebrained but heartbreakingly sweet-appeared on her mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Looking at you like what?” He smiled back; he couldn’t help it. His desire and love and just a dash of silly male pride that she was his filled his eyes.
“Like you haven’t had enough already…” She rolls her eyes mockingly but the happy blush tints her skin-pink and gold she basks in his gaze.
“Oh I haven’t. Not nearly enough.” His voice is warm with promise as he moves closer and lets his fingers find those stray drops of water. He smoothes them into her skin, kneading the small of her back. She dips her head as the blush heats her cheeks and he is touched that she can still be shy for him after everything they’ve done together.
“If we’re late to work one more time.” She murmurs, still she doesn’t move away, instead steps closer. He can feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of his shirtsleeves as his arms pull her close and the green apple scent of her freshly washed hair tickles his nose.
Briefly he contemplates taking her to bed again, doing all the things he knows she loves, mussing up that hair, drawing the sweat out that clean skin until she was wild and flushed and trembling for him, he thinks hard about it for one long moment. But she was right; they had been late once too many times this past month. With a sigh of profound regret Vaughn kisses her temple and lets her go.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
“No, not yet.”
“Oh must’ve been my other girlfriend then, sorry I keep getting you two mixed up.” His voice is teasing as he meets her amused glare with a cocky grin.
“Watch it mister. I can kick your ass you know…”
“Promise?”
She laughs and slips on her underthings, “Play your cards right and we’ll see.”
Vaughn finishes buttoning his shirt and sees himself in the mirror; he looks carefully at himself. Goony grin, check, puppy dog eyes, check, mindless joy, check-no doubt about it you are head over heels in love with this woman. He can feel it when his heart leaves his chest to take up residence somewhere in the stratosphere as the sheer animal bliss of waking up next to and spending the morning with his lover is added to the store of memories filling him with happiness. He straightens the knot on his tie, shoots the cuffs of his shirt as he adds his jacket and looks for his watch on the dresser.
I’m sure I left it here somewhere last night-okay I’m sure I tossed it somewhere in this direction once Sydney and I finally made it onto the bed…”Syd, have you seen my-never mind-” He finds his watch in her jewelry box next to a pair of heavy black framed eyeglasses. Curious he picks them up.
“What was it you were looking for?”
Vaughn answers absently, “My watch, but it’s okay I found it-and Clark Kent’s glasses apparently.” He holds them out to her.
“Oh those…” Sydney takes them from him and her smile is filled with wistful memories.
“Were they Danny’s?” Vaughn’s voice is quietly sympathetic.
“These? No-oh no. They’re mine.”
“You wear glasses?”
“No. Look…” She plucks out the stems to reveal a pair of lock picks. “Marshall made them for me-for a mission.”
“Knowing Marshall they must have X-ray vision as well.”
She chuckles and tucks the glasses carefully back into her jewelry box. “No.”
“So why do you still have them exactly, stealing CIA property now for cheap thrills?”
“Actually they were made when I was still with SD-6, when Dixon and I met up with those Russian mafia guys for the defense documents about the nuclear bombs-my first mission as a double agent with you as my handler.” She sneaks a look at him unsure how he’s going to react.
Vaughn is touched. Some women save theatre tickets or matchbooks from fancy restaurants; my girl saves op-tech from our first mission together… He kisses her because he can’t put love like he’s feeling right now into words. Then before he completely turns into a puddle of warm mush and has to renounce his membership in the guy club, “Oh right! Marshall told me about that after everything blew over-that’s the mission when you were wearing the blue dress…” The emphasis on the words is slightly salacious and more than deliberate on Vaughn’s part, Sydney takes the bait.
“What! What did Marshall tell you?”
Vaughn raises his brows and leers just a little, “Well let’s just say that-the dress-made quite an impression on more than a few people who know you. I think Marshall’s exact words were, ‘single chain polymers were made for a body like yours’ and what else oh-that he’d ‘never look at PVC in the same way ever again’…” Her eyes widen as this sinks in-she looks so comically astonished-Vaughn can’t help teasing her a little bit more. “Weiss offered Marshall money if he could find a photo of you in the dress he could turn into a screensaver for his computer.”
Her face is stunned for a moment and then her brows contract, warning Vaughn she’s gearing up to get royally pissed so he decides it’s time to let her off the hook before she goes on the warpath.
“Gotcha.”
He cups her face and kisses her again, capturing her mouth preventing her outraged squeals from escaping; she gets her own back, nipping his lips sharply and holding his wrists tightly.
“For your information Mr. Funny, the glasses didn’t go with the blue dress” she mocks his lusty tone, “they went with the maid’s outfit I was wearing as a disguise earlier and that get-up was very dowdy…”
“Uh-huh I’m sure it was. What was it, sassy French maid?”
“No!” She smacks him mischievously on the arm “I was pretty much the Russian version of Wendy-Sue Plotnick of East Anywhere, Iowa-most unsexy.”
“Mmm-hmm. As if you could be unsexy in anything-so were there fishnets?”
“Oh-don’t you ever stop?” Her eyes sparkle and her face glows with the banter and the compliments. Vaughn is absurdly pleased his foolish joking can light her up the way it does. Watch it buddy-you might wind up wearing a big red nose and floppy shoes before too long… She catches her tongue in her teeth as she tries to bite back her giggles and Vaughn knows he’d put on the whole dammed outfit and even drive around in the little car just to make her laugh like that again.
“Really Vaughn, if you had seen that disguise you’d think it was the ugliest thing you’d ever seen…trust me no sexy thoughts in your tiny mind at all.”
“Ooh is that a challenge I’m hearing Agent Bristow?”
She stops and tilts her head; slowly a grin grows on her mouth, the love of a good dare shines in her eyes. Vaughn’s pulse speeds up-he knows she’s going to get him back for the teasing about the dress and he knows he simply can’t wait for it.
“Maybe Agent Vaughn, we’ll have to see won’t we? Right now we have to hurry or we’re going to be late for work.” And with that she pecks him on the mouth and slips away to finish getting ready.
Vaughn looks in the mirror again; looking back at him is the happiest man in the world.
*****
Vaughn drains his beer, belches discreetly and sets the empty on the coffee table next to the plate of cold, congealed, double cheese with everything pizza. His mind is half on the hockey game on TV in front of him-Leafs versus the Kings and just his luck the Leafs have actually pulled their heads out of their asses and are scoring some goals this game-but mostly he’s missing Sydney.
She can’t help having a briefing scheduled in Virginia for tonight. Shitty timing though…It’s not just the anticipation of the naughty sex romp she so much as promised-although that’s certainly a major bonus with this whole deal-but it’s the time spent just hanging out, doing dorky little domestic things together, joking around. Vaughn honestly can’t remember another time in his life when he had laughed so much or so often. He realizes with a start that he’s lonely without her-Dear god, I’ve become domesticated boyfriend guy, when did that happen? What happened to carefree bachelor guy? He shakes his head ruefully as he takes in all the Dionysian splendor of ‘carefree bachelor guy’s’ apartment. Discarded newspapers and magazines lay where they had fallen on the rug, which was in sore need of a good vacuuming. A fine film of dust coated the furniture. He didn’t have to see his kitchen to know there were piles of dishes waiting to be washed in his sink. The little sarcastic voice in his head starts up, the one that sounds a lot like Weiss; Yeah, I think ‘carefree bachelor guy’ wised up and went to live with Sydney-and if you had any sense you’d clean this pigsty up before she sees what a slob you actually are Mikey my boy…
He sighs and grabs up most of the clutter from the coffee table and heads into the kitchen. After tossing the remains of the pizza he loads up the dishwasher, indifferently jamming as many plates and things in as he can, barely making a dent in the pile, dumps in some soap, and turns it on. Then he leans back and regards the rest of the kitchen with a sour look. Where’s a flamethrower when you really need one…The only reply is the sloshy gurgle as the dishwasher starts its cycle.
“Check out the happening life of carefree bachelor guy, next up vacuuming!” His voice is more than a little derisive as he goes to find the vacuum. An insistent ring on the doorbell-someone leaning hard and heavy on the buzzer-detours him to the front door. He checks the peephole and sees the back of a blonde head as whoever is out there, looks over their shoulder as if watching for someone following them. Vaughn’s gut tightens and he snags his gun from his holster where he had tossed it when he got home and unlocks and carefully opens the door as far as the security chain allows.
Vaughn notices the shoes first; they stand sturdy and institutional next to a plastic caddy full of cleaning supplies. They lead to slim coltish legs where white athletic socks don’t reach quite high enough to hide the bruise on one shin. The hem of a black polyester maid’s uniform hangs at her knees; a starched, neatly pressed white apron gives some shape to the loose uniform, defining a trim waist. The heavy braid of blonde hair flips casually over one shoulder, as her head swings round. A pert face scrubbed clean of make-up looks at him, large black framed glasses outline wide guileless blue eyes, the lush mouth works at gum, Vaughn catches the scent of bubblegum as she dips her head shyly and smiles.
“Can I speak to Mr. Vaughn please?”
Vaughn gapes, stunned for a moment, so taken in by the disguise he responds automatically, “I’m Mike Vaughn-wait Syd what is this?” He shuts the door unlatches the chain and open the door again on her puzzled face.
“Sorry Mister but I don’t know anybody called Sid…My name is Wendy? I’m from Tidy Maid? She plucks at her uniform. “I’m here to clean your house?” The rising inflections coupled with the blue contacts strip years from Sydney, she could pass for a teenager the disguise is that good, never mind how deeply in role she is. Vaughn chuckles and opens the door wider. Either Sydney finished her business in Virginia early or there never was any meeting, just a ruse to throw me off. He plays along, tossing her an easy curve ball to see how she’ll react.
“Wendy was it? I’m sorry Wendy I never called any maid’s service. There must be some mistake…” He smiles apologetically and goes to close the door. Her hand reaches out to stop it; her cotton candy pink polished nails tapping nervously against the wood.
“Yeah, I know. I got a call from a woman-your wife maybe? She told me to come and do whatever needed doing.” She blushes at the innocent intendre and hurriedly finishes. “Round the house like?”
“She’s not my wife, she’s my girlfriend.” Vaughn looks at said girlfriend and smiles teasingly-he wonders how far she’ll go to maintain her alias. Sydney stays in character; shifting nervously from foot to foot when he shows no signs of letting her in.
“Look Mr. Vaughn, alls I know is I got a call to come here and clean for you. Your girlfriend said it was a surprise and like I really need the money, are you gonna let me in?”
Vaughn smiles wolfishly, “Well in that case Wendy, please be my guest…” He ushers her in and shuts the door. The Weiss voice pipes up again; Oh maaaaan! She’s here to play dress up games for you Mike, now granted it’s not the sexy cheerleader or naughty nurse but still-You are one lucky bastard, you know that? “Yeah I know.” he murmurs to himself and grins; he thinks he’s going to enjoy this game immensely.
****
Sydney-or rather ‘Wendy’, he’ll have to remember to keep that straight-sets her caddy of supplies down, eyes widening when she turns and sees the gun in his hand.
“I don’t want no trouble, Mr. Vaughn…”
“Oh this-don’t worry I work for the Feds.”
“Are you a cop?”
“Something like that.” Vaughn puts the gun away. He can’t help but notice the nervous squeak in her voice. No wonder Sydney was so dammed good at her job-Vaughn felt himself responding to her vulnerability, he wanted to exploit it to see where it would lead him. He feels this despite knowing that’s precisely how she’d sucked in so many others before him. Still she’s not likely to beat the crap out of me for Intel-I hope… “Are you in some kind of trouble?” His voice is all, ‘you can trust me I’m just your friendly neighborhood police officer.’
“No-” Her voice firms and he can tell ‘Wendy’ is lying. “No, nothing’s wrong.”
Vaughn lets go of all remaining dignity and throws himself full bore into the role Sydney’s so neatly maneuvered him into-a lecherous tone creeps into his voice.
“Are you sure? I can find out you know. I work for the government remember…we know things.” He can’t quite keep the smirk from appearing. He sounds like a cheap B-movie villain; Sydney does much better. Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip before confessing all.
“Please don’t say anything’ but your girlfriend said if I didn’t do a good job and make you happy she’d get me fired and I really need this job. She knows-” She trails off and stops, hands twisting nervously together.
“She knows what?” Vaughn prompts.
“Well I don’t know how she could but she found out I-I lied on my application. Like I’m not exactly eighteen yet and if she tells they’ll fire me and send me back home to Iowa and I really, really can’t go back there Mr. Vaughn. I just can’t!”
Vaughn blinks. Sydney was working the “little lost lamb” angle to the hilt, big blue eyes locked so trustingly on his own. He covers his mouth with his hand to hide the smile and pretends to consider her plea. Welcome to the plot of your very own cheesy porn movie Mikey...C’mon now you know how this scene is supposed to go, the wicked bad man seduces the innocent young thing. He paces to cover the fact that despite the ridiculousness of Sydney’s act he was actually getting aroused. Can’t let her win that easily…
“Okay just calm down. I know my girlfriend can be a real bitch sometimes-believe me I know-” He watches to see if she’ll react to his taunt, but for a brief flash in her eyes she’s still Wendy for him. Vaughn leans close and drops his voice to a husky whisper, promising so much. “Well we’ll just have to make sure you do a good job for me then won’t we…” He sees Sydney’s tongue dart out to wet her lips in anticipation. His voice goes back to normal.
“Why don’t you start with the living room-it needs dusting and vacuuming.”
He strolls nonchalantly away despite the nearly overwhelming desire to see the frustrated glare he just knows is on her face and pours himself a whiskey, he turns back to the television again and props his feet up on the coffee table, content to watch her work for now. This is going to be fun…
****
To her credit Sydney rallies and goes with new direction the game has taken. After she has dusted-much more meticulously than Vaughn ever does-she bumps and drags the vacuum around, noisily and pointedly swiping the carpet near the coffee table blocking his view of the television. Vaughn merely leans around her and turns up the sound. But when she has her back to him he watches as she bends and stretches to her work, her lean thighs make the cheap fabric of the dress tighten in very interesting ways. Sydney was right, it is pretty god-dammed ugly and those shoes are just awful… He sips his whiskey and plots his next move. Despite or maybe because of the hideousness he knows he is close to ripping the uniform off of her and taking her right here but his pride demands that the game go on a for bit longer. Finally Sydney can’t stretch the vacuuming out any longer so she begins plumping up the pillows on the couch, brazenly leaning across him at one point so he can feel her breasts press into his arm, she looks at him trying to catch his gaze. He smiles at her and toasts her with his glass. His voice is warm with the whiskey and his need.
“Doing a great job there, Wendy…but there is one thing…”
“What is it?” She leans closer, lashes lowered seductively.
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m sorry those simply have to go.” He points to her shoes,
“My shoes?” He can tell she isn’t really following him.
“Well they could be tracking dirt all over that carpet you just vacuumed-I have something. Wait here.”
Vaughn disappears into the bedroom and returns hands held behind his back.
“Sit down.” He crosses to her and kneels, slipping his hands around her ankles as he tugs off the horrible shoes and removes the socks. Sydney’s smile is as satisfied as a cat’s now that she can see that Vaughn is finally starting to respond. She ups the ante and leans back into the couch; parting her thighs just enough so that he can get a flash of girlish pink cotton underwear. Vaughn glances up and is nearly undone.
Jesus! She really takes the disguise seriously…of course Wendy wears pink panties what else would she wear? His hands tighten involuntarily on her calf and his voice is strangled as he says,
“My girlfriend left these here…” His hands manage not to tremble too much as he straps the sexy black fuck-me heels Sydney usually wore onto her feet.
“Jeeze Mr. Vaughn I don’t know…” She’s really being the naive ingénue now. “Won’t your girlfriend mind if I wear her things?”
“Don’t you worry about that-I think she’d be more unhappy to learn you weren’t doing exactly as I asked.”
Vaughn can’t help himself from trailing his hands up her calves, fingers briefly squeezing her knees. Stay strong now-give her a diversion “Uh, Wendy I’d like you to go to the kitchen and finish up those dishes in the sink I think…”
Vaughn can see her brows gather in a faint line as she sees him resist her charms once again. She looks winsomely at him, pushing the glasses up the bridge of her nose with one finger. “Are you sure that’s what you’d like me to do?” She leans forward and cocks her head innocently waiting for his answer. Her breath heats his face she is that close. Vaughn suppresses the groan-he’s going to make her pay for teasing him like this. Time to win that Oscar, Mikey… Gruffly he says,
“Wendy I think I made myself pretty clear about what I wanted you to do…do I have to tell my girlfriend you have a problem following orders?”
“No.” Her voice is small.
“No what.”
“No I don’t have a problem following orders…” He waits, “Mr. Vaughn, sir”
Vaughn’s heart is banging in his chest like a runaway freight train; it takes every ounce of self-control he has to keep playing. Fuck me-she called me sir! And that look on her face…Lord give me strength! Sydney’s eyes chide him reproachfully, lip pushed out in a sexy pout. Vaughn balls his fists to prevent himself from seizing her and devouring that luscious mouth.
“Good girl.” The banked heat in his gaze proves how close he is to the edge.
Sydney takes advantage, she’s not ready to be so handily dismissed, she rises-slowly brushing every part of her body against his-and she looks down at him, towering like a goddess in the heels.
“Keep me company then?” Her lips curve in a sassy smile and she carelessly tosses the braid over her shoulder. Vaughn drains his glass of whiskey.
“Sure-Sure thing I’ll be there in a minute…” Once I can safely stand and not get arrested for indecency. Watching her sashay out to the kitchen doesn’t help alleviate the problem-he’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. Vaughn thinks of baseball, math, the status of mid-east politics, anything to get his mind off of the woman trying to seduce him and keep her from winning the game they have going.
Mike-sorry to butt-in but you’re acting like a total fuck-up… Of course the Weiss in his head has an opinion about this state of affairs. Buddy why aren’t you taking advantage of this-every other guy in your situation would be singing halleluiah and thanking Jesus and His mom to be in your shoes-drop the dumbass competitiveness and go get her! Winning’s overrated anyway… “Fuck off Weiss I know what I’m doing…” Oh you do-do you--looks to me like you’re giving yourself blueballs for no good reason. “It’s called anticipation you moron! Just wait and see what’s going to happen now…Wendy’s going to get the shock of her naive little life…”
Vaughn stands up and stalks into the kitchen, gone is the blissfully unaware dolt he was pretending to be earlier, now he means business.
****
‘Wendy’ is standing at the sink humming to herself as she runs water into the sink. Silently Vaughn steals up behind her, he leans over-ostensibly to place his glass in the sink-but he allows himself to press up against her firm ass for a brief moment. She squeaks and jumps when she feels the contact.
“Water too hot Wendy?” Deliberately misunderstanding Vaughn twists the tap off, he notes the flush rising on her neck that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
“Yeah thanks…” She plunges her hands into the soapy water and begins to wash, Vaughn grabs a dishtowel and waits to dry.
“So I’m guessing you’re probably a runaway right?” Vaughn’s tone is solicitous and caring as he sets his trap.
“Um. Yeah. I guess you could say that.” Vaughn is jubilant when Sydney walks right into it. He says nothing allowing her to spin the story.
“Life on the farm was awful-my family-well I guess you could say they’d make some of the guests on Jerry Springer seem like high class geniuses.” He makes an interested noise so she’ll continue. “And from what I could see of L.A. on TV-well it just seemed so exciting and like cool you know…”
“So you’re just working as a maid until you make it as an actress?”
“Oh no-No!” She giggles “I’m not pretty enough to be an actress, besides I like my job, I meet so many interesting people-like you Mr. Vaughn.” He can’t hide the snort of amusement; she blithely ignores it and keeps going. “Do you think-when you said actress-do you think I’m pretty enough to be one?” She pinkens prettily but directs the full weight of her blue-eyed stare at him. Vaughn has to bite his cheek to stop himself from laughing. Damn she is so good at this…let’s hope she can follow my lead so easily…
“Oh yeah, you could be an actress no problem. You’d just have to lose the glasses.” He reaches out to take them off but she stops him with one wet soapy hand.
“I really can’t see a lick without them…” Her mouth hints at a teasing smile as she establishes one ground rule of the game-glasses stay on no matter what. .
He nods and goes back to drying. They work in silence, both aware of the crackling tension between them.
****
Vaughn lets the sexual feelings rise and build-filling him. He’ll need to draw on every inappropriate urge, every rakish desire he’s ever had to play this game to its satisfying conclusion. When he feels sufficiently ready he assumes the character he’s been dying to play since Sydney walked through his door; the immoral scoundrel bent on the seduction of any innocent to ever cross his path.
He tosses down the dishtowel and goes to work. He leans near looking over the shoulder of his prey as she works; his hands rest on the counter on either side of the sink, effectively trapping her. His breath stirs the fine hairs on Sydney’s neck slipping out from underneath the blonde wig.
“Allow me to give you some advice about living here in Los Angeles…”Sydney’s hands slow and stop their motions. “Everyone and I mean everyone in this town has an angle. Like me for example…”
“What’s your angle Mr. Vaughn?” Her voice is weak and trembling, it sounds like either fear or desire; Vaughn doesn’t care much which one it is because both tell him that she’s his and that’s she’s willing to go along with what he has planned.
“You’ll see, but I wasn’t finished Wendy. One thing you should’ve learned by now is never, ever let anyone get anything on you…” His tsk-tsk’s in mock disapproval, “so far tonight you silly girl you’ve told me that my girlfriend-who is devoted to me, may I add-can get you fired with one phone call, and then you’ve just revealed that you’re a runaway underage teen girl. As a law enforcement officer you must be aware I am duty bound to act on that information…” His hands trace the toned flesh of her belly through the fabric of her uniform. He can feel her trembling under his fingertips when he skates up her sides to graze her breasts. “Now you stop and think, you strike me as a smart girl, and you tell me what my angle is Wendy…” He catches her earlobe and gently bites it. “I don’t know about Iowa, but from where I’m standing it looks like I’ve got you over the proverbial barrel as they say…” She whirls and slaps his hands away, back pressed up against the counter.
“Please Mr. Vaughn! You can’t!” Her eyes are huge and fearful. Any other time Vaughn would have backed off but he’s given himself over to the role he’s playing.
“Why should I? What are you going to do?”
“I’ll--I’ll scream!”
“Good. I like noisy women. My girlfriend Sydney?-You’d like her a bunch by the way-she’s a real tiger in the sack and noisy? Man you never heard such wails” He shakes his head in pretend amazement. He moves towards her, stepping boldly between her legs and strokes her thighs, following the curve of muscle to grab her ass possessively. “Shoes look great on you, I think we’ll leave those on…”
“Please-please you can’t…” A solitary tear tracks down her cheek. He watches it until it reaches her mouth and leans in to gently taste it. He realizes how precisely she’s turned the tables with that single tear. Part of him wants to drop the ruse and admit she’s better at the role-play than he is-hell he knows she is, she does it for a living but he knows her and he can see all the signs of arousal. She wants him to play this scenario to its end and a larger part of him wants to keep playing. His head is spinning with the erotic possibilities she’s shown him with her games. He adapts-the scoundrel softens.
“Shh. Relax, I promise you’ll have fun…” He kisses her gently, tenderly, encouraged when she begins to shyly respond. His hands start to unbutton the front of her uniform and she tenses again.
“What-tell me what’s wrong…”
“It’s just-I’ve never done this before-well not kissing I’ve done that-It’s just I’ve never you know gone…all the way.”
Vaughn is sure that the booming sound he hears isn’t the blood roaring in his ears as it rushes straight to his cock but is in fact his mind blowing. Sydney neatly and effortlessly has plucked one of his deepest desires straight out of his psyche and generously offered to enact it for him. He would fall to his knees and worship her forever if he wasn’t so incredibly turned on right now. He tries to hold back a helpless groan of lust and fails miserably. Aw man…I love this woman. She is so fucking incredible…
He tries to get his head back in the game, “Really? You’re a-” The smooth, in-control Casanova voice is gone. He swallows and tries again. “A virgin?”
She nods bashfully, hands playing with the buttons on his shirt. “That’s okay right?”
“Oh Wendy-you have no idea how okay that is…”
****
He tries to be gentle, but the feel of her, the heat of her mouth, the fine shivers he can feel quivering down her arms drive him crazy. He holds her tightly, crushing the supple length of her against him, his hands fumble at the braid until all the golden floss of her hair is undone and wrapped around his fists. He kisses her hard, taking her breath until she cries and pushes against him, hands shoving at his chest. Vaughn barely surfaces, so drugged is he with her scent, her taste. He rests his forehead against hers as they both pant and catch their breaths.
“Sorry…I shouldn’t come on so strong-”
“It’s okay.”
“No. No it isn’t, it’s just that you are so unbelievably good at this…I’m getting carried away.”
“No one’s ever said I was a good kisser before.” Sydney gives him an out, feeds him the line he needs to get back in role.
He smiles at her through his ragged breathing and takes it.
“Yeah. You really are, tender and sweet and…”
“Virginal?”
“Uh I was gonna say hot but that too. Here I’ve got an idea, turn around…”
“You want me to keep doing dishes?”
“If you want…I’m just going to do this.” He slowly begins stroking her, long sweeping strokes intended to soothe, his fingers work on loosening tight muscles.
“Mmm feels nice…” Sydney lazily swipes at a dish, concentrating more on the feel of him.
“Good.” He works lower and lower, forcing himself to glide his touch over her ass when he longs to cup and squeeze and crouches down beside her. Vaughn’s hands never cease and she gentles under his touch. When he senses she’s relaxed he eases her legs apart, his mouth joins his hands as he begins to taste the soft flesh of her calf, the sweet hidden spot behind her knee, the silky inner thigh. The rattling of china in the sink slows and stops; she stands arms braced, head hung low and lets him kiss and mouth her. Sydney starts slightly when she feels his fingers hook into her panties and begin to slide them down. He locks eyes with her.
“Trust me Wendy…you’ll like this.”
She nods timidly and he slips the damp scrap of material down, lifting each leg so she can step out them and lightly turns her round again.
He slowly bunches up the fabric of her uniform while his mouth moves closer to her cunt. His breath stirs the crisp hairs there, she smells freshly green and earthy like crushed ferns. His thoughts go liquid as his tongue gently licks at her soft flesh. He is rewarded when her wet hand, lemony soapsuds running down to trickle into his mouth and flavor her juices, presses him closer to her. He watches her, she is afraid to let go. Blood tints her cheeks and her face is knotted. She throws her head back with a hiss when he slips a finger inside.
“It’s too much…I can’t. I can’t…” Her eyes plead with him. He moves away slightly. “Yes, you can. Don’t look. Close your eyes and come for me Wendy. I want to watch you come.”
She nods; eyes shut tight, fingers squeezing tight on his shoulder. He takes his time, building and varying the rhythm. Her moans are getting louder, hips starting to rise to meet him. He slides another finger into her, fingers curled in her heat to find the spot she needs him to find. The muscles in her legs are trembling wildly-she is close. He watches the hitch and fall of her ribcage as her breathing changes to gasping sobs. He does what he can to send her over and she goes.
Her eyes fly open, soft and dark, and he sees the pleasure float over her face like cloud shadows on a field. Everything that was tight in her face relaxes and lets go; she had been biting her lower lip, which now pouts curved and reddened, tempting him to bite it anew. Her expression is open and as trusting as he’s ever seen it. She leans back against the counter for support as the orgasm finishes working within her, he takes in her flushed cheeks and wild hair, ugly maids uniform bunched up around her waist-how beautiful she is… She sees his look.
"Was-was that okay?”
“You tell me…was that okay?”
“Hell yeah!” Sydney remembers she’s playing a part too and adds demurely, “Can we do that again…Mr. Vaughn, sir? That was like super amazing…”
“Can we do-” Vaughn doesn’t bother to finish the sentence, just stands and scoops her into his arms and heads for the bedroom, Sydney’s delighted giggles trailing over his shoulder.
****
He lays her down on his-thankfully made this morning-bed and stretches out on top of her. He takes his time, removing her clothing like he’s uncovering something precious. Sydney stays in role, shy hands hovering nervously over her breasts until he takes them and gently removes them, kissing away any lingering shyness. Only when she begins to writhe and arch from his attentions does he strip away his own clothes. He is surprised to find himself feeling nervous, as if this really was a first time with someone new. Her naïve admiration and eager curiosity to touch and explore all of him nearly breaks his control. Gently he lays her back and settles between her legs, cock pressing the flesh of her inner thigh as he cups her face with his hands. He is surprised by the emotion he feels when he asks her, “Are you sure you want to do this?” This has gone beyond a mere game and has touched some deeply buried need inside him.
She nods, saying nothing so as not to break the spell, sensing what this has become for them and he slides into her. He would be willing to swear before God and His angels that she’s as tight as if it really was her first time. She even winces a little until she relaxes and he sinks deeply into her. He pauses for a moment; he wants to experience the sensation of her body containing his, the connection they have. He begins to move and as always when they make love, the feel of her calls to him. He needs to say her name, make her his by naming her. He can’t pretend anymore. He rolls over and holds Sydney still on top of him, hands gripping her hips.
“Syd…I can’t. Not now…you win.”
“Who said anything about winning?”
“Well-you did kinda--this whole thing was a game. Wasn’t it?”
She frowns and grows very still on top of him.
“Well sure, but it’s not about winning or losing. Or it shouldn’t be, between us. The things I do with you are for fun and pleasure, not out of competitiveness.” She’s getting angry now; he grips her hands to keep her from leaving.
“I’m not saying this right…I need you to know that it’s you I want to be with, you that I love, you do know that right?” He’s always sucked at stuff like this.
Her eyes soften and a sweet smile flits across her mouth-chased off by the “well of course I know that you idiot” expression as she rolls her eyes.
“Yes Michael Vaughn. I do know that.” She bends and kisses him, slowly and full of heat and promise. “And I love you for worrying that I might not know.” she murmurs, lips brushing his. “You big dummy…”
Told you, you were going about this all-wrong Mike…Could you shut up for once Weiss? Please? Idly Vaughn’s hands stray to the small of her back-it really was the truth to say that she had a perfect ‘small of the back’. He smiles lazily at her and says,
“So...”
“So what?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way…but uh Wendy I’d really like to fuck my girlfriend now, so you’ll have to take a hike.”
At first he thinks he’s miscalculated-badly-once again, as a look of pure feminine pique crosses her face, then she laughs and drags off the blonde wig and tosses it in a corner. She shakes her own hair free and it tumbles down to brush her shoulders. Vaughn gently removes the glasses and sets them on the night table.
“Guess I can’t feel too upset that you’d rather be with me than Wendy…besides that wig was getting damn hot anyway.”
“Oh don’t get me wrong-Wendy’s a great gal…boy can she vacuum!”
“Yeah! Thanks for that-making me actually clean your house you jerk!” Playfully she socks his shoulder; he flinches but can’t stop himself.
“Does she cook? Or do laundry?”
She howls in mock outrage and pins his wrists down. “Oh don’t think you won’t be paying me back for that…”
She trails off and shuts her eyes blissfully when he arches and reminds her he is still buried deep inside her.
“Will you take it out in trade?”
“Maybe…” Her voice is husky and she rolls her hips against him. “We’ll see…I worked pretty hard.” She begins to move on top of him.
“Oh God Syd… Christ you feel good.” She smiles pleased with her feminine power over him. Her nails bite into his chest as she leans back and starts to rock more urgently.
“Hope you’re rested up Vaughn…” She pants. “I’ve got a lot of payback owed to me…”
“Well if not…I might know this guy…he’s a friend of Wendy’s. Name’s Mike, he’s a plumber and he makes house calls…”
She busts up laughing, losing her rhythm; Vaughn joins her-soon the laughter dies down into giggles and eventually, moans. Until finally only whispered endearments and the sounds of loving fill the room and drift on the air like dust motes caught in the sun.
FIN
Any and all feedback is appreciated muchly :)
Title: Do You Do Windows Too?
Author: automatic_badgirl
Pairing: Sydney/Vaughn
Rating: Steamy NC-17 all the way
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn have some good “clean” role-playing fun…
Disclaimer: Not mine but I’d give my eyeteeth if they were, they're so cute.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Written for Lunasky’s Virgin Territories Fic Challenge on Livejournal. This is schmoop-pure, silly, fun schmoop-about as substantial as cotton candy. Really throws a bad light on my whole “Dark Queen of the Sloadney” rep don’t it? This fic could not have been written if it weren’t for the fact spy_Barbie, a.k.a Elektra “innocently” mentioned how much she liked role-playing fics. One 1500 pound plot bunny later, here’s the result. This is all for you Lucy…I hope you enjoy. Love and Hugs from the Badgirl ;)
Beauty is truth; truth is beauty. Keats said that once in his too short life.
Michael Vaughn didn’t know much about John Keats but he thinks he understands where he was coming from as he stopped and considered the small of Sydney’s back. It was still shower damp and the small beads of water caught the early morning sunlight as she stands unselfconsciously naked in front of her wardrobe and selects a dress. The droplets glow like amber jewels; her skin is gilded with light, as if the sun upon reaching her flesh has died-probably out of sheer happiness-Vaughn thinks, and is reborn as luminous gold dust. Sydney makes her selection and casually tosses it onto the bed, turning and catching his approving look.
“What?” The smile he loved to see, the one she saved for especially him-full and slightly harebrained but heartbreakingly sweet-appeared on her mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Looking at you like what?” He smiled back; he couldn’t help it. His desire and love and just a dash of silly male pride that she was his filled his eyes.
“Like you haven’t had enough already…” She rolls her eyes mockingly but the happy blush tints her skin-pink and gold she basks in his gaze.
“Oh I haven’t. Not nearly enough.” His voice is warm with promise as he moves closer and lets his fingers find those stray drops of water. He smoothes them into her skin, kneading the small of her back. She dips her head as the blush heats her cheeks and he is touched that she can still be shy for him after everything they’ve done together.
“If we’re late to work one more time.” She murmurs, still she doesn’t move away, instead steps closer. He can feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of his shirtsleeves as his arms pull her close and the green apple scent of her freshly washed hair tickles his nose.
Briefly he contemplates taking her to bed again, doing all the things he knows she loves, mussing up that hair, drawing the sweat out that clean skin until she was wild and flushed and trembling for him, he thinks hard about it for one long moment. But she was right; they had been late once too many times this past month. With a sigh of profound regret Vaughn kisses her temple and lets her go.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
“No, not yet.”
“Oh must’ve been my other girlfriend then, sorry I keep getting you two mixed up.” His voice is teasing as he meets her amused glare with a cocky grin.
“Watch it mister. I can kick your ass you know…”
“Promise?”
She laughs and slips on her underthings, “Play your cards right and we’ll see.”
Vaughn finishes buttoning his shirt and sees himself in the mirror; he looks carefully at himself. Goony grin, check, puppy dog eyes, check, mindless joy, check-no doubt about it you are head over heels in love with this woman. He can feel it when his heart leaves his chest to take up residence somewhere in the stratosphere as the sheer animal bliss of waking up next to and spending the morning with his lover is added to the store of memories filling him with happiness. He straightens the knot on his tie, shoots the cuffs of his shirt as he adds his jacket and looks for his watch on the dresser.
I’m sure I left it here somewhere last night-okay I’m sure I tossed it somewhere in this direction once Sydney and I finally made it onto the bed…”Syd, have you seen my-never mind-” He finds his watch in her jewelry box next to a pair of heavy black framed eyeglasses. Curious he picks them up.
“What was it you were looking for?”
Vaughn answers absently, “My watch, but it’s okay I found it-and Clark Kent’s glasses apparently.” He holds them out to her.
“Oh those…” Sydney takes them from him and her smile is filled with wistful memories.
“Were they Danny’s?” Vaughn’s voice is quietly sympathetic.
“These? No-oh no. They’re mine.”
“You wear glasses?”
“No. Look…” She plucks out the stems to reveal a pair of lock picks. “Marshall made them for me-for a mission.”
“Knowing Marshall they must have X-ray vision as well.”
She chuckles and tucks the glasses carefully back into her jewelry box. “No.”
“So why do you still have them exactly, stealing CIA property now for cheap thrills?”
“Actually they were made when I was still with SD-6, when Dixon and I met up with those Russian mafia guys for the defense documents about the nuclear bombs-my first mission as a double agent with you as my handler.” She sneaks a look at him unsure how he’s going to react.
Vaughn is touched. Some women save theatre tickets or matchbooks from fancy restaurants; my girl saves op-tech from our first mission together… He kisses her because he can’t put love like he’s feeling right now into words. Then before he completely turns into a puddle of warm mush and has to renounce his membership in the guy club, “Oh right! Marshall told me about that after everything blew over-that’s the mission when you were wearing the blue dress…” The emphasis on the words is slightly salacious and more than deliberate on Vaughn’s part, Sydney takes the bait.
“What! What did Marshall tell you?”
Vaughn raises his brows and leers just a little, “Well let’s just say that-the dress-made quite an impression on more than a few people who know you. I think Marshall’s exact words were, ‘single chain polymers were made for a body like yours’ and what else oh-that he’d ‘never look at PVC in the same way ever again’…” Her eyes widen as this sinks in-she looks so comically astonished-Vaughn can’t help teasing her a little bit more. “Weiss offered Marshall money if he could find a photo of you in the dress he could turn into a screensaver for his computer.”
Her face is stunned for a moment and then her brows contract, warning Vaughn she’s gearing up to get royally pissed so he decides it’s time to let her off the hook before she goes on the warpath.
“Gotcha.”
He cups her face and kisses her again, capturing her mouth preventing her outraged squeals from escaping; she gets her own back, nipping his lips sharply and holding his wrists tightly.
“For your information Mr. Funny, the glasses didn’t go with the blue dress” she mocks his lusty tone, “they went with the maid’s outfit I was wearing as a disguise earlier and that get-up was very dowdy…”
“Uh-huh I’m sure it was. What was it, sassy French maid?”
“No!” She smacks him mischievously on the arm “I was pretty much the Russian version of Wendy-Sue Plotnick of East Anywhere, Iowa-most unsexy.”
“Mmm-hmm. As if you could be unsexy in anything-so were there fishnets?”
“Oh-don’t you ever stop?” Her eyes sparkle and her face glows with the banter and the compliments. Vaughn is absurdly pleased his foolish joking can light her up the way it does. Watch it buddy-you might wind up wearing a big red nose and floppy shoes before too long… She catches her tongue in her teeth as she tries to bite back her giggles and Vaughn knows he’d put on the whole dammed outfit and even drive around in the little car just to make her laugh like that again.
“Really Vaughn, if you had seen that disguise you’d think it was the ugliest thing you’d ever seen…trust me no sexy thoughts in your tiny mind at all.”
“Ooh is that a challenge I’m hearing Agent Bristow?”
She stops and tilts her head; slowly a grin grows on her mouth, the love of a good dare shines in her eyes. Vaughn’s pulse speeds up-he knows she’s going to get him back for the teasing about the dress and he knows he simply can’t wait for it.
“Maybe Agent Vaughn, we’ll have to see won’t we? Right now we have to hurry or we’re going to be late for work.” And with that she pecks him on the mouth and slips away to finish getting ready.
Vaughn looks in the mirror again; looking back at him is the happiest man in the world.
*****
Vaughn drains his beer, belches discreetly and sets the empty on the coffee table next to the plate of cold, congealed, double cheese with everything pizza. His mind is half on the hockey game on TV in front of him-Leafs versus the Kings and just his luck the Leafs have actually pulled their heads out of their asses and are scoring some goals this game-but mostly he’s missing Sydney.
She can’t help having a briefing scheduled in Virginia for tonight. Shitty timing though…It’s not just the anticipation of the naughty sex romp she so much as promised-although that’s certainly a major bonus with this whole deal-but it’s the time spent just hanging out, doing dorky little domestic things together, joking around. Vaughn honestly can’t remember another time in his life when he had laughed so much or so often. He realizes with a start that he’s lonely without her-Dear god, I’ve become domesticated boyfriend guy, when did that happen? What happened to carefree bachelor guy? He shakes his head ruefully as he takes in all the Dionysian splendor of ‘carefree bachelor guy’s’ apartment. Discarded newspapers and magazines lay where they had fallen on the rug, which was in sore need of a good vacuuming. A fine film of dust coated the furniture. He didn’t have to see his kitchen to know there were piles of dishes waiting to be washed in his sink. The little sarcastic voice in his head starts up, the one that sounds a lot like Weiss; Yeah, I think ‘carefree bachelor guy’ wised up and went to live with Sydney-and if you had any sense you’d clean this pigsty up before she sees what a slob you actually are Mikey my boy…
He sighs and grabs up most of the clutter from the coffee table and heads into the kitchen. After tossing the remains of the pizza he loads up the dishwasher, indifferently jamming as many plates and things in as he can, barely making a dent in the pile, dumps in some soap, and turns it on. Then he leans back and regards the rest of the kitchen with a sour look. Where’s a flamethrower when you really need one…The only reply is the sloshy gurgle as the dishwasher starts its cycle.
“Check out the happening life of carefree bachelor guy, next up vacuuming!” His voice is more than a little derisive as he goes to find the vacuum. An insistent ring on the doorbell-someone leaning hard and heavy on the buzzer-detours him to the front door. He checks the peephole and sees the back of a blonde head as whoever is out there, looks over their shoulder as if watching for someone following them. Vaughn’s gut tightens and he snags his gun from his holster where he had tossed it when he got home and unlocks and carefully opens the door as far as the security chain allows.
Vaughn notices the shoes first; they stand sturdy and institutional next to a plastic caddy full of cleaning supplies. They lead to slim coltish legs where white athletic socks don’t reach quite high enough to hide the bruise on one shin. The hem of a black polyester maid’s uniform hangs at her knees; a starched, neatly pressed white apron gives some shape to the loose uniform, defining a trim waist. The heavy braid of blonde hair flips casually over one shoulder, as her head swings round. A pert face scrubbed clean of make-up looks at him, large black framed glasses outline wide guileless blue eyes, the lush mouth works at gum, Vaughn catches the scent of bubblegum as she dips her head shyly and smiles.
“Can I speak to Mr. Vaughn please?”
Vaughn gapes, stunned for a moment, so taken in by the disguise he responds automatically, “I’m Mike Vaughn-wait Syd what is this?” He shuts the door unlatches the chain and open the door again on her puzzled face.
“Sorry Mister but I don’t know anybody called Sid…My name is Wendy? I’m from Tidy Maid? She plucks at her uniform. “I’m here to clean your house?” The rising inflections coupled with the blue contacts strip years from Sydney, she could pass for a teenager the disguise is that good, never mind how deeply in role she is. Vaughn chuckles and opens the door wider. Either Sydney finished her business in Virginia early or there never was any meeting, just a ruse to throw me off. He plays along, tossing her an easy curve ball to see how she’ll react.
“Wendy was it? I’m sorry Wendy I never called any maid’s service. There must be some mistake…” He smiles apologetically and goes to close the door. Her hand reaches out to stop it; her cotton candy pink polished nails tapping nervously against the wood.
“Yeah, I know. I got a call from a woman-your wife maybe? She told me to come and do whatever needed doing.” She blushes at the innocent intendre and hurriedly finishes. “Round the house like?”
“She’s not my wife, she’s my girlfriend.” Vaughn looks at said girlfriend and smiles teasingly-he wonders how far she’ll go to maintain her alias. Sydney stays in character; shifting nervously from foot to foot when he shows no signs of letting her in.
“Look Mr. Vaughn, alls I know is I got a call to come here and clean for you. Your girlfriend said it was a surprise and like I really need the money, are you gonna let me in?”
Vaughn smiles wolfishly, “Well in that case Wendy, please be my guest…” He ushers her in and shuts the door. The Weiss voice pipes up again; Oh maaaaan! She’s here to play dress up games for you Mike, now granted it’s not the sexy cheerleader or naughty nurse but still-You are one lucky bastard, you know that? “Yeah I know.” he murmurs to himself and grins; he thinks he’s going to enjoy this game immensely.
****
Sydney-or rather ‘Wendy’, he’ll have to remember to keep that straight-sets her caddy of supplies down, eyes widening when she turns and sees the gun in his hand.
“I don’t want no trouble, Mr. Vaughn…”
“Oh this-don’t worry I work for the Feds.”
“Are you a cop?”
“Something like that.” Vaughn puts the gun away. He can’t help but notice the nervous squeak in her voice. No wonder Sydney was so dammed good at her job-Vaughn felt himself responding to her vulnerability, he wanted to exploit it to see where it would lead him. He feels this despite knowing that’s precisely how she’d sucked in so many others before him. Still she’s not likely to beat the crap out of me for Intel-I hope… “Are you in some kind of trouble?” His voice is all, ‘you can trust me I’m just your friendly neighborhood police officer.’
“No-” Her voice firms and he can tell ‘Wendy’ is lying. “No, nothing’s wrong.”
Vaughn lets go of all remaining dignity and throws himself full bore into the role Sydney’s so neatly maneuvered him into-a lecherous tone creeps into his voice.
“Are you sure? I can find out you know. I work for the government remember…we know things.” He can’t quite keep the smirk from appearing. He sounds like a cheap B-movie villain; Sydney does much better. Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip before confessing all.
“Please don’t say anything’ but your girlfriend said if I didn’t do a good job and make you happy she’d get me fired and I really need this job. She knows-” She trails off and stops, hands twisting nervously together.
“She knows what?” Vaughn prompts.
“Well I don’t know how she could but she found out I-I lied on my application. Like I’m not exactly eighteen yet and if she tells they’ll fire me and send me back home to Iowa and I really, really can’t go back there Mr. Vaughn. I just can’t!”
Vaughn blinks. Sydney was working the “little lost lamb” angle to the hilt, big blue eyes locked so trustingly on his own. He covers his mouth with his hand to hide the smile and pretends to consider her plea. Welcome to the plot of your very own cheesy porn movie Mikey...C’mon now you know how this scene is supposed to go, the wicked bad man seduces the innocent young thing. He paces to cover the fact that despite the ridiculousness of Sydney’s act he was actually getting aroused. Can’t let her win that easily…
“Okay just calm down. I know my girlfriend can be a real bitch sometimes-believe me I know-” He watches to see if she’ll react to his taunt, but for a brief flash in her eyes she’s still Wendy for him. Vaughn leans close and drops his voice to a husky whisper, promising so much. “Well we’ll just have to make sure you do a good job for me then won’t we…” He sees Sydney’s tongue dart out to wet her lips in anticipation. His voice goes back to normal.
“Why don’t you start with the living room-it needs dusting and vacuuming.”
He strolls nonchalantly away despite the nearly overwhelming desire to see the frustrated glare he just knows is on her face and pours himself a whiskey, he turns back to the television again and props his feet up on the coffee table, content to watch her work for now. This is going to be fun…
****
To her credit Sydney rallies and goes with new direction the game has taken. After she has dusted-much more meticulously than Vaughn ever does-she bumps and drags the vacuum around, noisily and pointedly swiping the carpet near the coffee table blocking his view of the television. Vaughn merely leans around her and turns up the sound. But when she has her back to him he watches as she bends and stretches to her work, her lean thighs make the cheap fabric of the dress tighten in very interesting ways. Sydney was right, it is pretty god-dammed ugly and those shoes are just awful… He sips his whiskey and plots his next move. Despite or maybe because of the hideousness he knows he is close to ripping the uniform off of her and taking her right here but his pride demands that the game go on a for bit longer. Finally Sydney can’t stretch the vacuuming out any longer so she begins plumping up the pillows on the couch, brazenly leaning across him at one point so he can feel her breasts press into his arm, she looks at him trying to catch his gaze. He smiles at her and toasts her with his glass. His voice is warm with the whiskey and his need.
“Doing a great job there, Wendy…but there is one thing…”
“What is it?” She leans closer, lashes lowered seductively.
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way but I’m sorry those simply have to go.” He points to her shoes,
“My shoes?” He can tell she isn’t really following him.
“Well they could be tracking dirt all over that carpet you just vacuumed-I have something. Wait here.”
Vaughn disappears into the bedroom and returns hands held behind his back.
“Sit down.” He crosses to her and kneels, slipping his hands around her ankles as he tugs off the horrible shoes and removes the socks. Sydney’s smile is as satisfied as a cat’s now that she can see that Vaughn is finally starting to respond. She ups the ante and leans back into the couch; parting her thighs just enough so that he can get a flash of girlish pink cotton underwear. Vaughn glances up and is nearly undone.
Jesus! She really takes the disguise seriously…of course Wendy wears pink panties what else would she wear? His hands tighten involuntarily on her calf and his voice is strangled as he says,
“My girlfriend left these here…” His hands manage not to tremble too much as he straps the sexy black fuck-me heels Sydney usually wore onto her feet.
“Jeeze Mr. Vaughn I don’t know…” She’s really being the naive ingénue now. “Won’t your girlfriend mind if I wear her things?”
“Don’t you worry about that-I think she’d be more unhappy to learn you weren’t doing exactly as I asked.”
Vaughn can’t help himself from trailing his hands up her calves, fingers briefly squeezing her knees. Stay strong now-give her a diversion “Uh, Wendy I’d like you to go to the kitchen and finish up those dishes in the sink I think…”
Vaughn can see her brows gather in a faint line as she sees him resist her charms once again. She looks winsomely at him, pushing the glasses up the bridge of her nose with one finger. “Are you sure that’s what you’d like me to do?” She leans forward and cocks her head innocently waiting for his answer. Her breath heats his face she is that close. Vaughn suppresses the groan-he’s going to make her pay for teasing him like this. Time to win that Oscar, Mikey… Gruffly he says,
“Wendy I think I made myself pretty clear about what I wanted you to do…do I have to tell my girlfriend you have a problem following orders?”
“No.” Her voice is small.
“No what.”
“No I don’t have a problem following orders…” He waits, “Mr. Vaughn, sir”
Vaughn’s heart is banging in his chest like a runaway freight train; it takes every ounce of self-control he has to keep playing. Fuck me-she called me sir! And that look on her face…Lord give me strength! Sydney’s eyes chide him reproachfully, lip pushed out in a sexy pout. Vaughn balls his fists to prevent himself from seizing her and devouring that luscious mouth.
“Good girl.” The banked heat in his gaze proves how close he is to the edge.
Sydney takes advantage, she’s not ready to be so handily dismissed, she rises-slowly brushing every part of her body against his-and she looks down at him, towering like a goddess in the heels.
“Keep me company then?” Her lips curve in a sassy smile and she carelessly tosses the braid over her shoulder. Vaughn drains his glass of whiskey.
“Sure-Sure thing I’ll be there in a minute…” Once I can safely stand and not get arrested for indecency. Watching her sashay out to the kitchen doesn’t help alleviate the problem-he’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. Vaughn thinks of baseball, math, the status of mid-east politics, anything to get his mind off of the woman trying to seduce him and keep her from winning the game they have going.
Mike-sorry to butt-in but you’re acting like a total fuck-up… Of course the Weiss in his head has an opinion about this state of affairs. Buddy why aren’t you taking advantage of this-every other guy in your situation would be singing halleluiah and thanking Jesus and His mom to be in your shoes-drop the dumbass competitiveness and go get her! Winning’s overrated anyway… “Fuck off Weiss I know what I’m doing…” Oh you do-do you--looks to me like you’re giving yourself blueballs for no good reason. “It’s called anticipation you moron! Just wait and see what’s going to happen now…Wendy’s going to get the shock of her naive little life…”
Vaughn stands up and stalks into the kitchen, gone is the blissfully unaware dolt he was pretending to be earlier, now he means business.
****
‘Wendy’ is standing at the sink humming to herself as she runs water into the sink. Silently Vaughn steals up behind her, he leans over-ostensibly to place his glass in the sink-but he allows himself to press up against her firm ass for a brief moment. She squeaks and jumps when she feels the contact.
“Water too hot Wendy?” Deliberately misunderstanding Vaughn twists the tap off, he notes the flush rising on her neck that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
“Yeah thanks…” She plunges her hands into the soapy water and begins to wash, Vaughn grabs a dishtowel and waits to dry.
“So I’m guessing you’re probably a runaway right?” Vaughn’s tone is solicitous and caring as he sets his trap.
“Um. Yeah. I guess you could say that.” Vaughn is jubilant when Sydney walks right into it. He says nothing allowing her to spin the story.
“Life on the farm was awful-my family-well I guess you could say they’d make some of the guests on Jerry Springer seem like high class geniuses.” He makes an interested noise so she’ll continue. “And from what I could see of L.A. on TV-well it just seemed so exciting and like cool you know…”
“So you’re just working as a maid until you make it as an actress?”
“Oh no-No!” She giggles “I’m not pretty enough to be an actress, besides I like my job, I meet so many interesting people-like you Mr. Vaughn.” He can’t hide the snort of amusement; she blithely ignores it and keeps going. “Do you think-when you said actress-do you think I’m pretty enough to be one?” She pinkens prettily but directs the full weight of her blue-eyed stare at him. Vaughn has to bite his cheek to stop himself from laughing. Damn she is so good at this…let’s hope she can follow my lead so easily…
“Oh yeah, you could be an actress no problem. You’d just have to lose the glasses.” He reaches out to take them off but she stops him with one wet soapy hand.
“I really can’t see a lick without them…” Her mouth hints at a teasing smile as she establishes one ground rule of the game-glasses stay on no matter what. .
He nods and goes back to drying. They work in silence, both aware of the crackling tension between them.
****
Vaughn lets the sexual feelings rise and build-filling him. He’ll need to draw on every inappropriate urge, every rakish desire he’s ever had to play this game to its satisfying conclusion. When he feels sufficiently ready he assumes the character he’s been dying to play since Sydney walked through his door; the immoral scoundrel bent on the seduction of any innocent to ever cross his path.
He tosses down the dishtowel and goes to work. He leans near looking over the shoulder of his prey as she works; his hands rest on the counter on either side of the sink, effectively trapping her. His breath stirs the fine hairs on Sydney’s neck slipping out from underneath the blonde wig.
“Allow me to give you some advice about living here in Los Angeles…”Sydney’s hands slow and stop their motions. “Everyone and I mean everyone in this town has an angle. Like me for example…”
“What’s your angle Mr. Vaughn?” Her voice is weak and trembling, it sounds like either fear or desire; Vaughn doesn’t care much which one it is because both tell him that she’s his and that’s she’s willing to go along with what he has planned.
“You’ll see, but I wasn’t finished Wendy. One thing you should’ve learned by now is never, ever let anyone get anything on you…” His tsk-tsk’s in mock disapproval, “so far tonight you silly girl you’ve told me that my girlfriend-who is devoted to me, may I add-can get you fired with one phone call, and then you’ve just revealed that you’re a runaway underage teen girl. As a law enforcement officer you must be aware I am duty bound to act on that information…” His hands trace the toned flesh of her belly through the fabric of her uniform. He can feel her trembling under his fingertips when he skates up her sides to graze her breasts. “Now you stop and think, you strike me as a smart girl, and you tell me what my angle is Wendy…” He catches her earlobe and gently bites it. “I don’t know about Iowa, but from where I’m standing it looks like I’ve got you over the proverbial barrel as they say…” She whirls and slaps his hands away, back pressed up against the counter.
“Please Mr. Vaughn! You can’t!” Her eyes are huge and fearful. Any other time Vaughn would have backed off but he’s given himself over to the role he’s playing.
“Why should I? What are you going to do?”
“I’ll--I’ll scream!”
“Good. I like noisy women. My girlfriend Sydney?-You’d like her a bunch by the way-she’s a real tiger in the sack and noisy? Man you never heard such wails” He shakes his head in pretend amazement. He moves towards her, stepping boldly between her legs and strokes her thighs, following the curve of muscle to grab her ass possessively. “Shoes look great on you, I think we’ll leave those on…”
“Please-please you can’t…” A solitary tear tracks down her cheek. He watches it until it reaches her mouth and leans in to gently taste it. He realizes how precisely she’s turned the tables with that single tear. Part of him wants to drop the ruse and admit she’s better at the role-play than he is-hell he knows she is, she does it for a living but he knows her and he can see all the signs of arousal. She wants him to play this scenario to its end and a larger part of him wants to keep playing. His head is spinning with the erotic possibilities she’s shown him with her games. He adapts-the scoundrel softens.
“Shh. Relax, I promise you’ll have fun…” He kisses her gently, tenderly, encouraged when she begins to shyly respond. His hands start to unbutton the front of her uniform and she tenses again.
“What-tell me what’s wrong…”
“It’s just-I’ve never done this before-well not kissing I’ve done that-It’s just I’ve never you know gone…all the way.”
Vaughn is sure that the booming sound he hears isn’t the blood roaring in his ears as it rushes straight to his cock but is in fact his mind blowing. Sydney neatly and effortlessly has plucked one of his deepest desires straight out of his psyche and generously offered to enact it for him. He would fall to his knees and worship her forever if he wasn’t so incredibly turned on right now. He tries to hold back a helpless groan of lust and fails miserably. Aw man…I love this woman. She is so fucking incredible…
He tries to get his head back in the game, “Really? You’re a-” The smooth, in-control Casanova voice is gone. He swallows and tries again. “A virgin?”
She nods bashfully, hands playing with the buttons on his shirt. “That’s okay right?”
“Oh Wendy-you have no idea how okay that is…”
****
He tries to be gentle, but the feel of her, the heat of her mouth, the fine shivers he can feel quivering down her arms drive him crazy. He holds her tightly, crushing the supple length of her against him, his hands fumble at the braid until all the golden floss of her hair is undone and wrapped around his fists. He kisses her hard, taking her breath until she cries and pushes against him, hands shoving at his chest. Vaughn barely surfaces, so drugged is he with her scent, her taste. He rests his forehead against hers as they both pant and catch their breaths.
“Sorry…I shouldn’t come on so strong-”
“It’s okay.”
“No. No it isn’t, it’s just that you are so unbelievably good at this…I’m getting carried away.”
“No one’s ever said I was a good kisser before.” Sydney gives him an out, feeds him the line he needs to get back in role.
He smiles at her through his ragged breathing and takes it.
“Yeah. You really are, tender and sweet and…”
“Virginal?”
“Uh I was gonna say hot but that too. Here I’ve got an idea, turn around…”
“You want me to keep doing dishes?”
“If you want…I’m just going to do this.” He slowly begins stroking her, long sweeping strokes intended to soothe, his fingers work on loosening tight muscles.
“Mmm feels nice…” Sydney lazily swipes at a dish, concentrating more on the feel of him.
“Good.” He works lower and lower, forcing himself to glide his touch over her ass when he longs to cup and squeeze and crouches down beside her. Vaughn’s hands never cease and she gentles under his touch. When he senses she’s relaxed he eases her legs apart, his mouth joins his hands as he begins to taste the soft flesh of her calf, the sweet hidden spot behind her knee, the silky inner thigh. The rattling of china in the sink slows and stops; she stands arms braced, head hung low and lets him kiss and mouth her. Sydney starts slightly when she feels his fingers hook into her panties and begin to slide them down. He locks eyes with her.
“Trust me Wendy…you’ll like this.”
She nods timidly and he slips the damp scrap of material down, lifting each leg so she can step out them and lightly turns her round again.
He slowly bunches up the fabric of her uniform while his mouth moves closer to her cunt. His breath stirs the crisp hairs there, she smells freshly green and earthy like crushed ferns. His thoughts go liquid as his tongue gently licks at her soft flesh. He is rewarded when her wet hand, lemony soapsuds running down to trickle into his mouth and flavor her juices, presses him closer to her. He watches her, she is afraid to let go. Blood tints her cheeks and her face is knotted. She throws her head back with a hiss when he slips a finger inside.
“It’s too much…I can’t. I can’t…” Her eyes plead with him. He moves away slightly. “Yes, you can. Don’t look. Close your eyes and come for me Wendy. I want to watch you come.”
She nods; eyes shut tight, fingers squeezing tight on his shoulder. He takes his time, building and varying the rhythm. Her moans are getting louder, hips starting to rise to meet him. He slides another finger into her, fingers curled in her heat to find the spot she needs him to find. The muscles in her legs are trembling wildly-she is close. He watches the hitch and fall of her ribcage as her breathing changes to gasping sobs. He does what he can to send her over and she goes.
Her eyes fly open, soft and dark, and he sees the pleasure float over her face like cloud shadows on a field. Everything that was tight in her face relaxes and lets go; she had been biting her lower lip, which now pouts curved and reddened, tempting him to bite it anew. Her expression is open and as trusting as he’s ever seen it. She leans back against the counter for support as the orgasm finishes working within her, he takes in her flushed cheeks and wild hair, ugly maids uniform bunched up around her waist-how beautiful she is… She sees his look.
"Was-was that okay?”
“You tell me…was that okay?”
“Hell yeah!” Sydney remembers she’s playing a part too and adds demurely, “Can we do that again…Mr. Vaughn, sir? That was like super amazing…”
“Can we do-” Vaughn doesn’t bother to finish the sentence, just stands and scoops her into his arms and heads for the bedroom, Sydney’s delighted giggles trailing over his shoulder.
****
He lays her down on his-thankfully made this morning-bed and stretches out on top of her. He takes his time, removing her clothing like he’s uncovering something precious. Sydney stays in role, shy hands hovering nervously over her breasts until he takes them and gently removes them, kissing away any lingering shyness. Only when she begins to writhe and arch from his attentions does he strip away his own clothes. He is surprised to find himself feeling nervous, as if this really was a first time with someone new. Her naïve admiration and eager curiosity to touch and explore all of him nearly breaks his control. Gently he lays her back and settles between her legs, cock pressing the flesh of her inner thigh as he cups her face with his hands. He is surprised by the emotion he feels when he asks her, “Are you sure you want to do this?” This has gone beyond a mere game and has touched some deeply buried need inside him.
She nods, saying nothing so as not to break the spell, sensing what this has become for them and he slides into her. He would be willing to swear before God and His angels that she’s as tight as if it really was her first time. She even winces a little until she relaxes and he sinks deeply into her. He pauses for a moment; he wants to experience the sensation of her body containing his, the connection they have. He begins to move and as always when they make love, the feel of her calls to him. He needs to say her name, make her his by naming her. He can’t pretend anymore. He rolls over and holds Sydney still on top of him, hands gripping her hips.
“Syd…I can’t. Not now…you win.”
“Who said anything about winning?”
“Well-you did kinda--this whole thing was a game. Wasn’t it?”
She frowns and grows very still on top of him.
“Well sure, but it’s not about winning or losing. Or it shouldn’t be, between us. The things I do with you are for fun and pleasure, not out of competitiveness.” She’s getting angry now; he grips her hands to keep her from leaving.
“I’m not saying this right…I need you to know that it’s you I want to be with, you that I love, you do know that right?” He’s always sucked at stuff like this.
Her eyes soften and a sweet smile flits across her mouth-chased off by the “well of course I know that you idiot” expression as she rolls her eyes.
“Yes Michael Vaughn. I do know that.” She bends and kisses him, slowly and full of heat and promise. “And I love you for worrying that I might not know.” she murmurs, lips brushing his. “You big dummy…”
Told you, you were going about this all-wrong Mike…Could you shut up for once Weiss? Please? Idly Vaughn’s hands stray to the small of her back-it really was the truth to say that she had a perfect ‘small of the back’. He smiles lazily at her and says,
“So...”
“So what?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way…but uh Wendy I’d really like to fuck my girlfriend now, so you’ll have to take a hike.”
At first he thinks he’s miscalculated-badly-once again, as a look of pure feminine pique crosses her face, then she laughs and drags off the blonde wig and tosses it in a corner. She shakes her own hair free and it tumbles down to brush her shoulders. Vaughn gently removes the glasses and sets them on the night table.
“Guess I can’t feel too upset that you’d rather be with me than Wendy…besides that wig was getting damn hot anyway.”
“Oh don’t get me wrong-Wendy’s a great gal…boy can she vacuum!”
“Yeah! Thanks for that-making me actually clean your house you jerk!” Playfully she socks his shoulder; he flinches but can’t stop himself.
“Does she cook? Or do laundry?”
She howls in mock outrage and pins his wrists down. “Oh don’t think you won’t be paying me back for that…”
She trails off and shuts her eyes blissfully when he arches and reminds her he is still buried deep inside her.
“Will you take it out in trade?”
“Maybe…” Her voice is husky and she rolls her hips against him. “We’ll see…I worked pretty hard.” She begins to move on top of him.
“Oh God Syd… Christ you feel good.” She smiles pleased with her feminine power over him. Her nails bite into his chest as she leans back and starts to rock more urgently.
“Hope you’re rested up Vaughn…” She pants. “I’ve got a lot of payback owed to me…”
“Well if not…I might know this guy…he’s a friend of Wendy’s. Name’s Mike, he’s a plumber and he makes house calls…”
She busts up laughing, losing her rhythm; Vaughn joins her-soon the laughter dies down into giggles and eventually, moans. Until finally only whispered endearments and the sounds of loving fill the room and drift on the air like dust motes caught in the sun.
FIN
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