ParadiseKendra
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Title: Never Grow Old
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual situations
Summary: What would’ve happened if Danny and Francie had lived?
Pairings: Sydney/Danny, Will/Francie, Jack/Irina.
Author: Paradise
Comments about title: Title is from the song, “Never Grow Old”, by the Cranberries, that JJ had playing during Sydney and Danny’s study session that turned into kisses and the truth. It’ll always be Sydney and Danny’s song to me, based on the fantastic lyrics that speak really well towards their characters.
Feedback: Of course! Thank you!
Chapter 1
“Hey it’s me.”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to keep up on my medical journals.”
“I miss you,” she smiles into the phone.
“I miss you too. This place is too big without you in it.”
“I’ll be home as soon as I can, and then I’ll crawl beside you in that bed, I can’t wait.”
“What color is your hair right now?”
She smiles, finishing the final hairpins. “Blonde.”
“Oh really?”
“Will you still love me if I come home a brunette?”
“You could come home with no hair at all. All I ask is that you come home.”
“I always do.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
She hangs up the phone, smiling to herself, thinking of the happiness she will once again feel when she walks through her own door.
“You ready?” Dixon asks, Weiss and the others looking at her.
“Yep,” she says.
It’s another mission, and she was doing her duty, but afterwards, she’ll go home.
XxX
Exhausted and bruised, she changes out of her spy gear and quickly showers. She sits on the plane ride home combing out her hair and writing her report to the CIA. Then she sits back and relaxed, hoping she might be revived by the time they were back.
Pulling her suitcase up her walkway, she unlocks the front door to breathe in the smell of leftover pasta, and sees a low light on in the living room. She knows he is up.
She smiles, lets her suitcase rest at the door, and drops her keys on the counter. Pulling off her suit jacket, she tosses it aside, smiling as she sees his face on the other side of the couch. The fire is running in front of them.
“Hey there,” she grins. “You’re up.”
“It’s only three in the morning,” he replies, holding out a hand to her and she takes it.
He rips it forward, pulling her over the side of the couch and onto him as she laughs. They kiss softly, his fingers lightly threading through her hair.
“Mmm,” she murmurs in the delicious kiss. “So how was your day,” she whispers against him.
“Long. How was yours, you save the world again?”
“Oh yeah, today I was a waitress for the zillionth time. I adore it. I killed myself in college and in training to be a waitress in a short dress.”
“All these strangers get to see it, not me,” he whispers back, kissing her again.
“You can see me in anything you want.”
She rests her head on his chest, his hand smoothly running down her back. She exhales against him. This never felt so good to her, except the last time she came home.
“You hungry? I thought you might be,” he says.
“Mmmm, just let me lie here on you, it feels so good.”
“I’ll never make you move,” he said, kissing the top of her head, and leaning back against the pillows.
She awakes in her bed, next to him, in pajamas. How he did that without her waking was amazing. She is a spy. She is supposed to wake at the slightest thing. She runs her hand up his torso, seeing the morning glisten through the window.
He’ll be asleep for awhile, but she’s awake. He stayed up all night waiting for her, the man cooks. She’s starving. She rushes out to the kitchen and gets the pasta out of the fridge. Heating it up, she devours a plate of it, and then hops in the shower. Her bruises don’t look too bad, and she’s highly grateful for that. It’s not that he doesn’t know she gets them, but no one likes to see marks of pain on the person they love. He’s a doctor anyway. He would want to fix them.
She showers, then just stands there, enjoying the feel of the hot water beating down on her skin. Then she hears the shower door open, and she smiles.
“I was wondering when you’d join me,” she said.
She turns around, awaiting a very deep kiss. She looked up at him.
“It my dreams, it was you. You stayed with me, through all of it. You could’ve been killed, at any second.”
“I know,” he says, his fingers massaging her cheeks gently. “I’d do it again, no matter the outcome. And I mean that, it’s been worth it, every minute.”
She is amazed.
“God, Danny, thank you for loving me anyway. And staying with me, anyway.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.
He turns the dial of the shower to its hottest, and then shoves the water away from them. He edges her to the wall, the fog building up slowly, destroying their ability to see each other. He slides to his knees and she’s wet just by that motion. She wanted him last night, she was just too tired. Now, the world could be ending and she wouldn’t leave this moment.
He avoids her mouth purposely, leaving her silently pleading. Refamiliarizing himself with her ribcage, first with his fingers, then his mouth, she feels her nipples grow hard instantly. He moves down her ribs to her stomach, his tongue gently darting into her navel. She tilts her head back, inhaling sharply, urging him down. When he parts her legs, she tries not to collapse right there with the want. He slides his fingers over her, blowing gently across her soft curls. Taking his fingers out almost immediately, he parts her legs even further, running his tongue up along each creamy thigh.
She tries not to scream, and instead bites her lip in anticipation. He slides a finger into her, right where she’s aching and wet, pressing against the hunger as she tightens her muscles around him, wanting him deeper inside her.
The mist of the hot air is too much, and she moans at the loss of him. He removes the finger, places it in his mouth and sucks on it.
“Can’t you taste me, not your finger?” she begs breathlessly.
She turns to the water.
“I can’t breathe with that thing on,” she gasps.
He blocks her hand from turning it off, and lifts one of her legs over his shoulder and thrusts his tongue deeply inside her. Instantly, she ripples against him, exuding a lustful moan. She tries to open her eyes, but she can’t see anything but the sparkles behind her lids as she pulsates. He’s attacking her flesh, lapping over her securing folds, diving inside her to taste as much as he could. She cries out as the hot rush floods through her, and her mind is pounded with the sensory overload. He doesn’t stop, his mouth now clasps over her core, encircling it, leaving it damp and swollen. Then he gently flicks it with his finger, causing her hips to tremble, while he continues to stroke her lavishly.
Her body is begging for more, and he is far from disappointing. His fingers replace his tongue, gliding in and out of her, faster and faster. Feeling her nails jamming into his shoulders, he keeps a firm support of her above him. Her head’s banging lightly back and forth against the shower wall, which she does to keep consciousness as her mind loses itself in sensations. She feels him, opens up to him, spills open to him…
“Danny…” she moans, writhing against him, needing it harder.
He rises up slowly, still driving his fingers in and out of her without mercy.
“I may have a minor concussion,” she groans.
He smiles, removing his fingers, gently picking her up.
“Stay with me,” he says hotly into her ear.
She moans, wanting him inside her, as she braces herself against him.
“Then turn off the gorram water so I can breathe and make love to me.”
She feels him enter her and she arches, letting him fill her. Thriving together, she reaches blindly to shut off the water, but misses and drags it accidentally towards them, covering them in blinding heat. She swallows the water, it burning her skin. The kisses turn into deep panting against each other’s mouths. Her fingers cup his face as they surround themselves in the hot air, the water, and the building release they seek.
She squeezes herself around him, feeling herself near, and he follows her. She pulls his mouth closer, and clenching one more time, she cries out her orgasm in his mouth, feeling him shatter inside her.
Exhaustion subsiding, they held each other, long and close.
“Can we do this again when I come home tonight?”
“I was thinking on my lunch break,” he replies.
She laughs against him.
“Did I hurt your bruises?” he asks.
“No, not at all.”
She turns the water off. They hold each other for awhile until all the water flows off their crisp skin.
“So now that we’ve done that, shall we get dressed? We’re supposed to meet Will and Francie for brunch.”
“Sounds like a plan. Though I’m saddened they’re tearing us away from each other.”
“We’ll slip away somehow, but I haven’t seen them in a over two weeks, you know my job.”
“Oh yes, we all do.”
~~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~~
Title: Never Grow Old
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual situations
Summary: What would’ve happened if Danny and Francie had lived?
Pairings: Sydney/Danny, Will/Francie, Jack/Irina.
Author: Paradise
Comments about title: Title is from the song, “Never Grow Old”, by the Cranberries, that JJ had playing during Sydney and Danny’s study session that turned into kisses and the truth. It’ll always be Sydney and Danny’s song to me, based on the fantastic lyrics that speak really well towards their characters.
Feedback: Of course! Thank you!
Chapter 1
“Hey it’s me.”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to keep up on my medical journals.”
“I miss you,” she smiles into the phone.
“I miss you too. This place is too big without you in it.”
“I’ll be home as soon as I can, and then I’ll crawl beside you in that bed, I can’t wait.”
“What color is your hair right now?”
She smiles, finishing the final hairpins. “Blonde.”
“Oh really?”
“Will you still love me if I come home a brunette?”
“You could come home with no hair at all. All I ask is that you come home.”
“I always do.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
She hangs up the phone, smiling to herself, thinking of the happiness she will once again feel when she walks through her own door.
“You ready?” Dixon asks, Weiss and the others looking at her.
“Yep,” she says.
It’s another mission, and she was doing her duty, but afterwards, she’ll go home.
XxX
Exhausted and bruised, she changes out of her spy gear and quickly showers. She sits on the plane ride home combing out her hair and writing her report to the CIA. Then she sits back and relaxed, hoping she might be revived by the time they were back.
Pulling her suitcase up her walkway, she unlocks the front door to breathe in the smell of leftover pasta, and sees a low light on in the living room. She knows he is up.
She smiles, lets her suitcase rest at the door, and drops her keys on the counter. Pulling off her suit jacket, she tosses it aside, smiling as she sees his face on the other side of the couch. The fire is running in front of them.
“Hey there,” she grins. “You’re up.”
“It’s only three in the morning,” he replies, holding out a hand to her and she takes it.
He rips it forward, pulling her over the side of the couch and onto him as she laughs. They kiss softly, his fingers lightly threading through her hair.
“Mmm,” she murmurs in the delicious kiss. “So how was your day,” she whispers against him.
“Long. How was yours, you save the world again?”
“Oh yeah, today I was a waitress for the zillionth time. I adore it. I killed myself in college and in training to be a waitress in a short dress.”
“All these strangers get to see it, not me,” he whispers back, kissing her again.
“You can see me in anything you want.”
She rests her head on his chest, his hand smoothly running down her back. She exhales against him. This never felt so good to her, except the last time she came home.
“You hungry? I thought you might be,” he says.
“Mmmm, just let me lie here on you, it feels so good.”
“I’ll never make you move,” he said, kissing the top of her head, and leaning back against the pillows.
She awakes in her bed, next to him, in pajamas. How he did that without her waking was amazing. She is a spy. She is supposed to wake at the slightest thing. She runs her hand up his torso, seeing the morning glisten through the window.
He’ll be asleep for awhile, but she’s awake. He stayed up all night waiting for her, the man cooks. She’s starving. She rushes out to the kitchen and gets the pasta out of the fridge. Heating it up, she devours a plate of it, and then hops in the shower. Her bruises don’t look too bad, and she’s highly grateful for that. It’s not that he doesn’t know she gets them, but no one likes to see marks of pain on the person they love. He’s a doctor anyway. He would want to fix them.
She showers, then just stands there, enjoying the feel of the hot water beating down on her skin. Then she hears the shower door open, and she smiles.
“I was wondering when you’d join me,” she said.
She turns around, awaiting a very deep kiss. She looked up at him.
“It my dreams, it was you. You stayed with me, through all of it. You could’ve been killed, at any second.”
“I know,” he says, his fingers massaging her cheeks gently. “I’d do it again, no matter the outcome. And I mean that, it’s been worth it, every minute.”
She is amazed.
“God, Danny, thank you for loving me anyway. And staying with me, anyway.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.
He turns the dial of the shower to its hottest, and then shoves the water away from them. He edges her to the wall, the fog building up slowly, destroying their ability to see each other. He slides to his knees and she’s wet just by that motion. She wanted him last night, she was just too tired. Now, the world could be ending and she wouldn’t leave this moment.
He avoids her mouth purposely, leaving her silently pleading. Refamiliarizing himself with her ribcage, first with his fingers, then his mouth, she feels her nipples grow hard instantly. He moves down her ribs to her stomach, his tongue gently darting into her navel. She tilts her head back, inhaling sharply, urging him down. When he parts her legs, she tries not to collapse right there with the want. He slides his fingers over her, blowing gently across her soft curls. Taking his fingers out almost immediately, he parts her legs even further, running his tongue up along each creamy thigh.
She tries not to scream, and instead bites her lip in anticipation. He slides a finger into her, right where she’s aching and wet, pressing against the hunger as she tightens her muscles around him, wanting him deeper inside her.
The mist of the hot air is too much, and she moans at the loss of him. He removes the finger, places it in his mouth and sucks on it.
“Can’t you taste me, not your finger?” she begs breathlessly.
She turns to the water.
“I can’t breathe with that thing on,” she gasps.
He blocks her hand from turning it off, and lifts one of her legs over his shoulder and thrusts his tongue deeply inside her. Instantly, she ripples against him, exuding a lustful moan. She tries to open her eyes, but she can’t see anything but the sparkles behind her lids as she pulsates. He’s attacking her flesh, lapping over her securing folds, diving inside her to taste as much as he could. She cries out as the hot rush floods through her, and her mind is pounded with the sensory overload. He doesn’t stop, his mouth now clasps over her core, encircling it, leaving it damp and swollen. Then he gently flicks it with his finger, causing her hips to tremble, while he continues to stroke her lavishly.
Her body is begging for more, and he is far from disappointing. His fingers replace his tongue, gliding in and out of her, faster and faster. Feeling her nails jamming into his shoulders, he keeps a firm support of her above him. Her head’s banging lightly back and forth against the shower wall, which she does to keep consciousness as her mind loses itself in sensations. She feels him, opens up to him, spills open to him…
“Danny…” she moans, writhing against him, needing it harder.
He rises up slowly, still driving his fingers in and out of her without mercy.
“I may have a minor concussion,” she groans.
He smiles, removing his fingers, gently picking her up.
“Stay with me,” he says hotly into her ear.
She moans, wanting him inside her, as she braces herself against him.
“Then turn off the gorram water so I can breathe and make love to me.”
She feels him enter her and she arches, letting him fill her. Thriving together, she reaches blindly to shut off the water, but misses and drags it accidentally towards them, covering them in blinding heat. She swallows the water, it burning her skin. The kisses turn into deep panting against each other’s mouths. Her fingers cup his face as they surround themselves in the hot air, the water, and the building release they seek.
She squeezes herself around him, feeling herself near, and he follows her. She pulls his mouth closer, and clenching one more time, she cries out her orgasm in his mouth, feeling him shatter inside her.
Exhaustion subsiding, they held each other, long and close.
“Can we do this again when I come home tonight?”
“I was thinking on my lunch break,” he replies.
She laughs against him.
“Did I hurt your bruises?” he asks.
“No, not at all.”
She turns the water off. They hold each other for awhile until all the water flows off their crisp skin.
“So now that we’ve done that, shall we get dressed? We’re supposed to meet Will and Francie for brunch.”
“Sounds like a plan. Though I’m saddened they’re tearing us away from each other.”
“We’ll slip away somehow, but I haven’t seen them in a over two weeks, you know my job.”
“Oh yes, we all do.”
~~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~~
