SexyAccentRuthlessKiller
Cadet
Hey you guys! I am an official newbie! This is my first ever fan fic! Hope you like it – it’s a Sarkney kinda smut… Anyway, it’s kinda hard to describe without embarrassing myself, so I won’t any further! Please read, review and enjoy! ~ Jen
‘HEART HELD PRISONER’
Part 1
Sydney stared at her empty glass moodily. Propping her chin up on her hands, she lowered her arms till they were lying flat on the top of the bar. Looking deep into the glass, the crowded room looked blurred and distorted. Just like her life was, she thought bitterly.
“No matter how hard you stare at it, it won’t fill up again unless you ask for another.”
Sydney turned around, startled, to see Sark standing behind her with his trademark smirk already in place. “What do you want?” she asked sullenly, turning away from him.
“Tsk, tsk, so suspicious today Ms. Bristow,” he said sitting down beside her, “and what if I were to say that I just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of your company?”
“I would say that I don’t usually keep the company of murderers,” Sydney muttered, lowering her voice slightly.
“Neither do it, I must say,” he said musingly, running a hand through his hair, “usually they are just arsonists, extortionists, thieves, kidnappers, blackmailers, assassins, spies… You know the type surely?”
“Just go away Sark, I’m really not in the mood, OK?” Sydney said, pushing away her glass and getting up.
“Surely you’re not leaving so soon?”
Leaning in close to his face, she said dangerously softly, “Don’t push me Sark, otherwise I swear to God, I will kick your ass.”
Leaving through the back exit, she breathed in sharply, shaking away the fogginess of the warm, smoky bar, and shivered. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes and tried to think of somewhere she could go. Somewhere where nobody would know who she was. Somewhere where nobody could find her.
“Meditating are we? Never pictured you as the Buddhist type.”
“Right, that’s it!” she cried, her eyes snapping open, “I’ve had it with you! I’ve had it with your smart-ass comments, your cockiness, your…” she paused, with a frustrated growl, “I am gonna teach you a lesson you will never forget!”
Walking out into the middle of the alleyway, she turned around to face him. “C’mon then Sark, come and show me what you’ve got!”
Pursing his lips, Sark looked up at the black sky and wrinkled his nose with disdain. “It’s raining…”
“No it’s not,” she said, her clothes already clinging to her body and her hair streaming with tiny rivulets of water, “it’s just drizzling. What, you’re not afraid of a bit of rain are you?”
“Fine, but you asked for it.” Sark replied, stepping out of the shelter and into the pouring rain.
Sydney gave him no time to think and lunged at him immediately with a punch to his head. Sark blocked it without hurting her, and the fight continued in this manner: Sydney attacking viciously and Sark defending himself. Sydney, upon noticing this, became if possible, even more furious and she made a well-aimed kick at his nether region. Sark blocked it with a smirk, caught her ankle and tipped her onto the floor. Sydney got up straight away and flew at him again. She tried to punch him, but he caught her hand. Exhausted now, she tried with her left, but he caught and held that one too.
Damnit, she thought, rainwater coursing down her cheeks, he’s beaten me. That arrogant little son of a b**** has actually beaten me… I’m never gonna live this down…
Defeated, Sydney dropped her head and closed her eyes in weariness. “I hate you,” she whispered softly.
Suddenly, without any warning, Sark leaned forward and kissed her roughly on the lips. As his cold lips met hers, Sydney could feel her insides melting but she didn’t know why. It took her confused brain a few moments to register that Sark was kissing her. OH MY GOD! Her head screamed. WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?! ARE YOU MAD? STOP IT NOW!
Unfortunately, her mouth didn’t seem to be obeying her head, and because her hands were still being held by Sark, she pushed up to him with her body, aching for more. As if he knew exactly what she wanted, Sark opened his mouth slightly and used his tongue to prise an entrance into hers. Sydney’s mind was swirling. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to think…
This whole situation was just so screwed up! She was kissing her worst enemy, the man she hated most on the planet, in an alleyway, in the pouring rain, and she was actually enjoying it! God! she thought, her tongue caressing his, what the hell am I doing? She wanted to pull him in closer, to have his body next to hers, but her hands were still being held as firmly as they were before. What Sydney did not realise however, was that it wasn’t her body that was being held prisoner, it was her heart.
Sark was the one who finally broke the kiss. Drawing back slowly, he smiled at her a little and said, “Yes, I can see that.”
Releasing her arms, he straightened his dripping suit and touched her gently on the arm. “You’d better get inside Sydney, you’ll catch your death of cold out here.”
Turning round, he started to walk out of the alleyway. After a few steps, he turned around to look at her, and saw that she hadn’t moved, but was still standing in the same spot staring at him. “Go on,” he said, “or did my kiss immobilise you too?”
Sydney shook herself, touched her lips almost in wonder and, after a last glance in his direction, she went inside.
Feeling inexplicably happy, Sark turned around again and sauntered back down the alleyway. He was astounded at himself however, when he started whistling.
* * *
‘HEART HELD PRISONER’
Part 1
Sydney stared at her empty glass moodily. Propping her chin up on her hands, she lowered her arms till they were lying flat on the top of the bar. Looking deep into the glass, the crowded room looked blurred and distorted. Just like her life was, she thought bitterly.
“No matter how hard you stare at it, it won’t fill up again unless you ask for another.”
Sydney turned around, startled, to see Sark standing behind her with his trademark smirk already in place. “What do you want?” she asked sullenly, turning away from him.
“Tsk, tsk, so suspicious today Ms. Bristow,” he said sitting down beside her, “and what if I were to say that I just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of your company?”
“I would say that I don’t usually keep the company of murderers,” Sydney muttered, lowering her voice slightly.
“Neither do it, I must say,” he said musingly, running a hand through his hair, “usually they are just arsonists, extortionists, thieves, kidnappers, blackmailers, assassins, spies… You know the type surely?”
“Just go away Sark, I’m really not in the mood, OK?” Sydney said, pushing away her glass and getting up.
“Surely you’re not leaving so soon?”
Leaning in close to his face, she said dangerously softly, “Don’t push me Sark, otherwise I swear to God, I will kick your ass.”
Leaving through the back exit, she breathed in sharply, shaking away the fogginess of the warm, smoky bar, and shivered. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes and tried to think of somewhere she could go. Somewhere where nobody would know who she was. Somewhere where nobody could find her.
“Meditating are we? Never pictured you as the Buddhist type.”
“Right, that’s it!” she cried, her eyes snapping open, “I’ve had it with you! I’ve had it with your smart-ass comments, your cockiness, your…” she paused, with a frustrated growl, “I am gonna teach you a lesson you will never forget!”
Walking out into the middle of the alleyway, she turned around to face him. “C’mon then Sark, come and show me what you’ve got!”
Pursing his lips, Sark looked up at the black sky and wrinkled his nose with disdain. “It’s raining…”
“No it’s not,” she said, her clothes already clinging to her body and her hair streaming with tiny rivulets of water, “it’s just drizzling. What, you’re not afraid of a bit of rain are you?”
“Fine, but you asked for it.” Sark replied, stepping out of the shelter and into the pouring rain.
Sydney gave him no time to think and lunged at him immediately with a punch to his head. Sark blocked it without hurting her, and the fight continued in this manner: Sydney attacking viciously and Sark defending himself. Sydney, upon noticing this, became if possible, even more furious and she made a well-aimed kick at his nether region. Sark blocked it with a smirk, caught her ankle and tipped her onto the floor. Sydney got up straight away and flew at him again. She tried to punch him, but he caught her hand. Exhausted now, she tried with her left, but he caught and held that one too.
Damnit, she thought, rainwater coursing down her cheeks, he’s beaten me. That arrogant little son of a b**** has actually beaten me… I’m never gonna live this down…
Defeated, Sydney dropped her head and closed her eyes in weariness. “I hate you,” she whispered softly.
Suddenly, without any warning, Sark leaned forward and kissed her roughly on the lips. As his cold lips met hers, Sydney could feel her insides melting but she didn’t know why. It took her confused brain a few moments to register that Sark was kissing her. OH MY GOD! Her head screamed. WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?! ARE YOU MAD? STOP IT NOW!
Unfortunately, her mouth didn’t seem to be obeying her head, and because her hands were still being held by Sark, she pushed up to him with her body, aching for more. As if he knew exactly what she wanted, Sark opened his mouth slightly and used his tongue to prise an entrance into hers. Sydney’s mind was swirling. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to think…
This whole situation was just so screwed up! She was kissing her worst enemy, the man she hated most on the planet, in an alleyway, in the pouring rain, and she was actually enjoying it! God! she thought, her tongue caressing his, what the hell am I doing? She wanted to pull him in closer, to have his body next to hers, but her hands were still being held as firmly as they were before. What Sydney did not realise however, was that it wasn’t her body that was being held prisoner, it was her heart.
Sark was the one who finally broke the kiss. Drawing back slowly, he smiled at her a little and said, “Yes, I can see that.”
Releasing her arms, he straightened his dripping suit and touched her gently on the arm. “You’d better get inside Sydney, you’ll catch your death of cold out here.”
Turning round, he started to walk out of the alleyway. After a few steps, he turned around to look at her, and saw that she hadn’t moved, but was still standing in the same spot staring at him. “Go on,” he said, “or did my kiss immobilise you too?”
Sydney shook herself, touched her lips almost in wonder and, after a last glance in his direction, she went inside.
Feeling inexplicably happy, Sark turned around again and sauntered back down the alleyway. He was astounded at himself however, when he started whistling.
* * *