I guess Michael no longer has to lie to his new boss. He may not be married but his pretend wife is going to be his future girlfriend and the mother of his baby. Marriage will come eventually.
And about making things too easy...I'm sure something's going to come up to throw a monkey wrench in the relationship.
and your end comment, dont worry about it!! i love it! and it has twist its not the average everyday story i like it just how it is!! and you should too!!! lol
Its not to easy its seems just right for them ... that was great ... lmao ... Eric was right for a change ... hope the dont move to fast tho ... thanks for the PM ... more soon please
i was a little behind because i was away and wasny newhere near a comp. so i get back to check to see how many new messages and i had nine. so i started reading this story and its so cute...
i hope that everything works out well. i especially liked how s&v thought it was s&w that night but coming from weiss it turned out to be s&v. i was laughing throughout that entire thing. well keep it up. i am looking forward to see how things progress from here.
so vaughn has liked syd the whole time but never told him and now syd realizes she likes vaughm. I hope that is right or else i am miserably confused.
thanks
Ahhh! You don't have to be more thorough! You're so complex on most of your stories that you deserve a break! (Besides, this happens to be one of my favs.)
Chapter 10
The next morning, Michael’s alarm went off loudly at 6 a.m. and both Sydney and Michel groaned since it was a Saturday. Michael reached over Sydney, trying not to crush her, as he turned off the alarm. Then he settled back down and hugged her tightly. “Sorry,” he whispered.
“’sokay,” she mumbled as she turned over and snuggled up to him.
Two and a half hours later, Michael awoke and considered trying to fall back to sleep, but instead decided to watch Sydney sleep. He gently combed his fingers through her hair as he watched her eyes flutter gently while she dreamed. Lying there, he wondered why he had been so stupid as to think that furthering his relationship with her would ruin them. Clearly, they could only get better.
Fifteen minutes later, Sydney stirred and began to stretch. “Hi,” she smiled up at him.
He leaned down and kissed her softly. “Hi,” he smiled.
She giggled as she put her arm across his chest and buried her face in his neck, kissing the underside of his jaw and giving him chills. “Is it good that this is quite possibly the best way I’ve ever woken up in my life?”
“Very good,” he told her. “Because I feel the same way.”
“Good,” she smiled. Then she rolled over on her back and began to look around the room. “I think.... I think your room is bigger than mine.”
“It is... so?” he asked.
“What about your closet?” she asked.
“Why?” he asked.
She turned over to face him and smiled. “We should share a room.”
“Yeah?” he grinned.
“Uh yeah... because I’m never sleeping apart from you again and running back and forth across the apartment would be stupid.”
“I quite agree... but we should move into your room.”
“Why?”
“Because this room shares a wall with Eric’s room,” he told her.
“Ah, but if we have a baby we’d need a room close by... so we can use Eric’s room as a nursery and move Eric into my room,” she told him. She had been thinking about their room arrangements in the apartment when she was debating on having a baby or not, trying to figure out where exactly the baby would go.
“Wow... that’s brilliant,” Michael laughed softly.
“I know,” she grinned. “Maybe I should go get my clothes now.”
“Noo, wait a second,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her. “Too comfy to move just yet.”
“That’s true,” she sighed as she leaned into his embrace. “Michael...”
“Hmm?”
“Didn’t I go to bed wearing pants?” she laughed when she realized that somehow, they had gone missing. Michael reached down and felt her bare legs and she laughed harder.
“Did you do that?” he asked her.
“NO! You did!” she insisted.
“I did not!” he defended.
“Well, they didn’t just take themselves off.”
“Maybe they did,” he told her seriously. She laughed again. “Have you ever lost your pants during the night before?”
“I don’t think so... socks I’ve lost...”
“We’ve all lost those,” he said.
“Okay... okay I got them,” she said while fishing around for them underneath the covers. She put them on and then slid out of bed while Michael groaned in protest. She smiled over her shoulder at him and disappeared out of the room. A moment later she returned with a very large armful of business suits and dresses that she slammed down on the bed.
“And where are you planning on putting those?” he asked.
“Uh, closet?” she suggested.
“Good luck,” he laughed. She walked over, opened his closet and gasped.
“Michael Vaughn this is HORRIBLE!” she groaned at the expensive suits crammed in and shoved haphazardly on hangers. “You cannot live this way.”
“And yet I do,” he told her. She rolled her eyes and began to fix it. Ten minutes later, she had made enough room to fit half of her clothes inside, but then the closet was full. “Now what?” Michael asked as he slowly got out of bed.
“I don’t know... we’re going to have to get one of those thingies.”
“Thingies?” he asked.
“Yeah, those clothes rack thingies... that’s only like half my stuff.” She sighed.
“Then you have far too many clothes,” he told her seriously.
“I’m a woman; it’s in my nature,” she smiled. He rolled his eyes. She grinned. He leaned over and picked her up over his shoulder. “Where are we going?”
“To get the rest of your stuff... and breakfast,” he told her.
“Oh ok,” she giggled.
After they ate pop-tarts, Michael and Sydney went into Sydney’s room to collect the rest of her belongings. “Hello... what do we have here,” Michael grinned when he opened a drawer and held up a ball of lace.
“NO! NONONO!” she shouted as she bounded over her bed and tried to yank him away from her underwear drawer. Michael held her back with one arm while going through the drawer with the other.
“Jeez Syd, you’ve got some interesting stuff in here....”
“Nooo, stop please!” she whined while laughing.
“What in the living hell...,” he commented when he held up a very large pair of underwear. “Grannie panties, Syd?”
“No they’re not!” she laughed while turning red and snatching them from him. “They’ve got like a girdle thing in them. To make me look thinner,” she explained.
“Because you’re a cow.” He rolled his eyes. “Oohh wear this,” he grinned as he held up a red lace bra.
“Ok fun over,” she sighed as she shut the drawer.
“That was fun.” He smiled.
“Uh huh... perhaps we should go and find Michael’s underwear drawer...,” she said while backing towards the door.
Michael shrugged and folded his arms over his chest. “Go ahead,”
“Okay!” she said as she took off running across the apartment.
“NO! DON’T! WAIT!” he called as he tried to chase after her, tripping over a box of her belongings on the way.
In his room, Sydney was frantically opening drawers, searching for the one she was looking for. “Ah HA! Oh my god,” she laughed as she pulled out the first item, black briefs. “You have panties!”
“No! I do not have panties!” he shouted as he tried to grab them from her, but she was quickly pulling them out of reach. “Give it!” he whined.
“Oh no,” she smiled. He grumbled. “Payback’s such a bitch,” she grinned before turning back to the drawer. She was almost disappointed, finding mostly black or blue boxers and a few ones with pictures or amusing sayings on them, until she found the final item tucked in the back corner of the drawer and burst out laughing so hard, she could barely stand. “Oh... my god.... can’t... breathe,” she choked out through her laughter as she dangled the bright red thong with pink hearts between her thumb and forefinger. Michael’s face quickly turned to match the color of the item in question. “Can’t see... crying...,” Sydney continued to laugh until she had collapsed on the floor and Michael had snatched it from her.
“If you must know, it was a gift,” he told her timidly.
“From who?!” she coughed from the floor.
“Some girl I was dating... she apparently found guys in thongs really hot...”
With this comment, Sydney began pounding the floor with her fist, still in hysterics. “You’re... killing me.”
“Yeah well, once she gave me this I broke up with her,” he told her firmly, shuddering remembering that horrifying episode.
“And yet you kept it?” she sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes.
“No, I forgot about it.”
“Please,” she sighed as she crawled to her feet. “Throw it away. Oh man... that was funny.”
“I could throw it away...,” Michael said slowly.
“What do you mean ‘could’!? You’re not allowed to wear that,” she told him seriously.
“No, I mean... we could give it to Eric,” he said.
Sydney nearly threw up her pop tart. “Because... he’d wear it...?”
“NO, no, no I mean we could hide it somewhere in his room so that when he has a date over...”
“... she finds it,” Sydney finished his brilliant plan.
“Exactly,” he grinned.
“Oh this is so mean, but so funny,” Sydney laughed as she followed Michael into Eric’s empty bedroom. They stashed the thong in his bedside drawer and then quickly left the scene of the crime. “Oh if only we could catch her reaction on video...”
“Nah,” Michael shook his head. “His reaction would be better.”
“Very true.” Sydney smiled. “Now let’s get the rest of my stuff and stay OUT of my underwear drawer!” she warned him.
For the rest of the morning, the room switching continued until Sydney’s room was completely empty. When Eric came home at lunch, he passed Sydney room (which was by the door) and gasped. “Holy felgercarb... what happened here?”
“I moved,” Sydney told him.
“To where?” Eric asked.
“His room,” she said while pointing to Michael, who was smiling.
“Aw damn it,” Eric groaned. “Now I’m gonna have to hear you all getting freaky though that wall.”
“We could... kick you out...,” Michael suggested half seriously.
“I’ll get ear plugs,” Eric sighed.
“Very good,” Michael smiled.
“Anyway... I’m just here to shower and change, and then I’m off again.”
“Where are you going?” Sydney asked him.
“Date,” he grinned.
“Again?” Michael asked.
“I’m still on it man,” Eric winked. Sydney and Michael exchanged eye rolls.
“Okay, okay I’m goin’,” Eric said ten minutes later on his way out. “Now you guys can have sex as loud as you want – just remember to use Lysol on the kitchen counters when you’re done.”
“That’s disgusting!” Sydney called after him, but he had already left. “Honestly... he thinks we have no self-control!”
“Of course... do we?” Michael asked seriously, looking over at her. She gave him a stern look. “I mean, yes, of course we do.”
“Right.”
“But, uh, just so I know... how long exactly will we have to have self-control for?” he asked cautiously.
“Michael, stop. You know that jumping into a physical relationship would be very ill-advised at this point. We’ve only been technically together for like... 18 hours. Give it time,” she told him.
“You’re right, you’re right. This is going to be perfect,” he smiled as he placed his hands gently on her hips and pulled her close to him.
“Perfect,” she repeated. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Syd.”
mkay that was actually goign to be the original end of the fic, however katy threatened me within an inch of my life if i ended it there
so there are 2 more chaps
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Great update and I'm glad there will be more!
I definitely think they should put that in Eric room just to see the reaction. He's probably going to kill them for it but it would be so fun. I can't wait for more and thanks for the PM.
“Didn’t I go to bed wearing pants?” she laughed when she realized that somehow, they had gone missing. Michael reached down and felt her bare legs and she laughed harder.
How could she blame Vaughn for this. He's as always. Even if he owns "bright red thong with pink hearts" And that visualisation is little disturbing . Even or maybe becouse he's Vaughn
mkay that was actually goign to be the original end of the fic, however katy threatened me within an inch of my life if i ended it there
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