Sark was an angry person. He told you how he felt exactly when he felt it. He screamed, he yelled, he fought, he shot people, he played God in times of decision of who should live and who had to die. But this time, this time, his angry drove him to absolute silence.
Sitting in the plane, Sydney sensed his anger, it seemed to crowd the room like a third person. His temper was like that of a sand viper at the moment, she didnt know if he was gonna strike in a minute or in an hour, but she wanted to speak before he did. She bit her lip, then reached over and took his hand. Instinctfully, since he seemed to slip out of his mind, he recoiled, and then jolted back to himself. Looking over at her, he saw she looked hurt, and he sighed. She was trying, more than just trying to comfort him, she was trying to be the source of strength he needed right now. "Oh Syd, im sorry, it was instinct." Taking her hand, he kissed it gently, and she brought her other and set it up against his cheek. "We have dealt with worse than Jabba Julian, do not let this ruin our time, you know that this will be handled, fixed, and we will be laying in the Italian sun before weeks end." He nodded than leaned over and kissed her. Laying down on the leather couches they both drifted into the momentary peace that presented itself.
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Once they hit ground, Sydney wanted to jump out of the plane, dance in the heat of the Italian sun, and take the hand of her mate and make him join her. She, however, remained still, waiting for Julian to sort himself out. Getting off the plane they got into the car Julian had been hunting for a little over a month. He had bought it without a second thought. Hell who cared about 200,000 grand for a car when it was a 1956 Jag roadster? That sleek little piece of metal that now belonged to him. Driving towards the villa, Sydney stripped off her shirt, wearing just a bathing suit top. He smiled, she had missed Italy as much as he had. Taking her hand as he shifted gears, he kissed it lightly and then shifted again, driving about 50 miles over the speed limit. He didnt care, he was happy to be home. Driving up to the new home, Sydney gasped. "Julian?" she asked and he smiled, "Bought it just for you love, it has a pool a hot tub, 12 bedrooms, 2 living rooms and a kitchen on each floor." Her eyes widened but her excitement was infectious, for suddenly Julian couldnt wait to be in their new home either. Getting into the house, the atmosphere all but made Sydney want to jump him there in the car, but she restrained herself.
Leaving the bags in the car, Sydney took his hand and they walked into the house. It was cool, a wind blowing through the house that smelled of the sea. Walking upstairs, she saw the kitchen and the rooms, and quickly found the master bedroom, it was the largest of them. A King sized bed with a sweeping canvas overhead that was made of the finest oak adorned the room. Immediately Sydney began to kiss Julian, a sort of thanks for what he had done for her. Although they had lived in flats, apartments or small houses that were more than grand, this was her first real home since she had been a small child. Although he of course didnt know that. Sliding off her skirt, and untying her bikini top, she now stood nude in front of the man she loved. Admiring her body for what had to be the millionth time in his life, he began to kiss her slowly. A deep soul kissing type kiss and it touched her heart, that in his time of anger, he had passion instead of frustration. Slowly she began to unbutton his Armani shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and it hit the floor without a sound. As she worked on the belt, he brought her body close to his to hold, to love, and he began to kiss in the crook of her neck as she bit her lip to avoid acknowleding her need for him that moment. Finally slipping his pants and underclothes off of him, they stood close together in the heat, then laying her down Sark climbed on top of her.
Making love in the brand new bed, she loved how it felt, how he felt inside of her. And as they came together for the second time, they lay exhausted together. Getting up they walked the house naked, exploring and enjoying themselves. Hugging him then as they approached the last room, her body molded itself into his. "Thank you bebe, I can not thank you enough for our home." He kissed her forehead and held her. "Welcome back to Italy Sydney. Welcome home."
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~bRoKeN