Mountaineer_Elf
Cadet
You Wanna Be Rough?
Timescale: 2x17
Spoilers: Really none, just the line “You wanna be rough or do you want me to be rough” from the 5/18 Double Episode totally inspired me.
Disclaimer: I definitely don’t own Alias. If I did…well…my ideas would be in the show. Ppft.
Rating: Naughty
Chapter 1: On The Prowl
Sydney watched Vaughn from the couch as he sat at the kitchen table pouring over the information he’d received from his contact at the bar, as well as the knowledge that Syd had provided him with. He was being investigated, that much he knew, but investigated for checking up on Irina Derevko? Hardly something to punish an agent for, he thought. Especially when he was striving to protect one of their most valuable assets: Sydney Bristow.
He was still fuming and she knew it, so she kept her distance and made sure he had enough privacy to deal with the rampant thoughts in his head. She wanted to walk up to him and pull him into her arms for comfort as much as he had done for her in the past, but she knew it wouldn’t necessarily be a good idea.
When most couples had make-up sex, it was after apologizing for their transgressions against their loved one. When Sydney and Vaughn have make up sex, it commonly occurred during the fight - their anger and hurt being taken out on one another in the throes of passion. Tender moments almost always transpired after the rough love making, and then all feelings of resentment were laid to rest.
She knew that he was still angry about her keeping Yager’s investigation secret, and in truth she didn’t blame him. She’d been angry about secrets before, and now she had been the one to withhold information from the one person she had swore never to betray. The contradicting emotions flitting through her mind moved from hot to cold. One moment she’d move to get up and walk over but then settle back down and flip through the book on her lap.
She finally just let out a huff of air and stood, making her way into the kitchen to see him standing against the fridge, eyeing her with fiery emerald orbs, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms folded over his chest. If she didn’t know him any better, she’d think that she was an immediate danger.
But she did know him, and the sight of him holding back so much hurt and anger made her heart beat faster as the blood began pulsing through her veins.
“You sill mad?’ She asked lightly, and his sudden movement made her jump.
His hands gripped her forearms like a vice, his fingers digging brutally into her skin as his mouth, complete with unshaven cheeks and chin, attacked her ferociously. His rough stubble left red abrasions on her face as his tongue forced its way into her moist depths to duel with her own.
His hands abandoned her arms to reach down and haul her entire body against his, her legs instinctively wrapping securely around his waist to keep from falling back onto the hardwood floor of the apartment. She was insanely happy that Will and Francie were gone for the weekend, leaving the home empty for the new couple. She dimly heard a crash and a scattered fluff of papers cascading to the ground as his one free arm roughly shoved the folder and its contents off the table.
Her mouth was still vacuumed to his, feeling the breath leave her lungs in a rush as her back slammed into the wooden surface of the table, his body still hard against hers. The evidence of his desire was, at the moment, pressed firmly against her taut stomach, spots dancing before her as she struggled to get an ounce of air into her lungs.
With a smack he released her swollen lips to look down at the disheveled woman lying prone beneath him.
“Too rough?” his raspy voice broke through the foggy barrier of her thoughts as she shook her head, reaching up and yanking him back down to her warm body. His hands instantly went for her shirt, and gripping each side of the buttoned-up seams, he ripped them apart, sending the plastic pieces all over the dining area.
Her taut stomach and lacy black bra were exposed to his hungry gaze, and the first thing his eyes noticed was that the hooks were in the front. He didn’t remember her putting that on this morning, he thought, but his mind was soon set on a different track as Sydney’s fingers danced languidly up her stomach; with a flick of the wrist her breasts were bare.
He left her shirt and bra pinned beneath them as his mouth attacked the right peak, his hand working on the left and his teeth biting into the nipple making her cry out. His tongue salved the sore spot as he pulled back long enough to notice the slight marks marring her creamy breast.
“Too rough?”
Another shake of the head confirmed that she was indeed enjoying herself, her hands moving lower to unsnap the casual yet classy slacks she was wearing. The zipper was easy, it was the snap that was proving to be difficult as she twisted, trying desperately to get it undone with one hand. Finally it came loose, and Vaughn instantly shoved her trousers down her long tanned legs, seeing a matching pair of underwear of black lace underneath.
“Did you plan this?”
“Maybe…” she flashed him a Cheshire cat grin and his mouth moved lower. He bit onto her hip, leaving a lovely copy of his dental records then sucking hard, leaving it as two sets of teeth surrounded by a blood-risen purple mark. His hands were everywhere at once, gripping each breast and moving lower to tease her sides gently before running down her arms and grabbing her wrists to hold them in a powerful grip with one hand.
“Can we move this to the bedroom?” she asked, feeling his sliding fingers move closer to her moist center.
“What’s wrong with the kitchen table?”
“We don’t need to break it like the office chair…need I remind you how that one ended.” She laughed a deep throaty chuckle, making their hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand to attention.
“If you insist…” he pulled at her arms and propelled her up and over his shoulder, carrying her the slight distance to her bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, he walked brusquely over to the bed and tossed her down, her body bouncing slightly on the coverlet.
She started to sit up, but his hand pushing against her chest stopped her, his voice demanding as he told her to stay put. He walked over to the closet and opened it halfway, reaching in and grabbing a couple of the few things he kept at her place – two silk ties.
“Vaughn…” she groaned, watching him as he stalked back over to her and began cinching her wrists to the bedposts behind her head. To be honest, he tied them a bit tighter than last time, but she wasn’t going to be to one to complain. He moved away from her then, watching her test his knots as she determined that she probably couldn’t escape without help, and even if she could get free it would ruin his fun.
He stood calmly at the edge of the bed, his fingers moving slowly, too slowly for her liking, to each button of his shirt, reaching the bottom and then pulling it from his pants - finishing before he slid it over his built shoulders. His hands stopped when he reached his belt, unbuckling it before pulling it free from the confining loops and sending it across the floor to join his discarded shirt. His pants slid down his legs after her toed off his shoes and yanked off his socks, making sure she noticed that he hadn’t worn any boxers.
“Did you plan this?” Her breathless question made him look up, if at all possible his c*** growing harder at the sight of her bound and helpless – though he knew the thought of Sydney Bristow being helpless was laughable, he entertained it anyway.
“Maybe…” Grinning and completely bare, he crawled up to her on the bed, his hardness bouncing and occasionally slapping against his stomach as he gripped her legs between his, forcing her knees apart and keeping the ankles together with his. His lips softly caressed hers making her moan into his mouth, but that quickly changed when she squeaked and bit his tongue as his knee pressed against her mound. He pulled back, seeing the apology written in her eyes though she wasn’t vocal with her thoughts.
He let his hands trail down her body, his short fingernails scratching and leaving marks in certain spots until they flitted over her clothed center, her hips involuntarily jumping off the bed. He kept one arm up to pin her down as the other slid inside her panties and began to tease her nether-lips, his finger sliding along the wet slit until he reached her nub of nerves – her hips jumping once more.
“Vaughn…”
“What?”
“You know I don’t beg…”
“We’ll see about that.” He grinned and moved down to join his hands as they slid her underwear down her legs, pulling back far enough for her to kick them off herself.
His mouth inched lower, showering her body with nips, bites and licks before ending at her navel. She giggled when his tongue dipped inside, claiming that she was very ticklish there, and he smiled at the thought of finding yet another spot that could drive her mad. Because they’d only been dating for such a short time, he hadn’t exactly been able to fine tune his hands to her body - but he was bent on learning, and there was no time like the present.
Without warning, he shoved two fingers into her quivering heat, making her cry out and pull at the restraints keeping her hands from caressing him like she desperately wanted to. His tongue left her belly button and moved lower, the first flick of it over her clit making her buck her hips up. He set one hand firmly against her lower abdomen to keep her down as his two fingers began moving quickly, his tongue picking up a frantic pace against the button of nerves.
Her orgasm rose quickly, Vaughn finding her g-spot and rubbing it with his imbedded digits while he abandoned licking and sucked her clit abruptly into his mouth. The contracting of her internal muscles, coupled with the half screaming half mewling noises she was making made him signals that she was close, so he stopped entirely to yank his fingers out and release her from his mouth. He looked up at her, smiling seductively at her wide eyes and open mouth, no words or sounds coming out as she stared down at him in shock.
“What the hell, Vaughn? You can’t just leave me like that!” She growled, twisting more at the ties binding her to the bed as she throbbed and ached to finish the job herself.
“You said you won’t beg?” He asked, propping his head up on his hand, supported by his elbow beside her hip, and lightly flicked his finger over her swollen nub. She whimpered while trying to increase his pressure by lifting her hips, but his arms pushing against her stomach kept her hips more or less on the bed.
“Nope. Not gonna.” She growled and bit her lip, seeing the determination fill his eyes.
“Okay.” He dove back in, his mouth alternating between sucking and licking as his fingers pressed against her internal button on each in-stroke. He brought her to the peak the backed off, letting her teeter just short of the edge as she was forced to move backwards, glaring at him through nearly violet colored eyes, her passion evident. He did it once more, bringing her up and finally letting her spill over as he moved quickly to impale his hard c*** into her contracting core. Starting off with a near-violent pace he drove her hips into the bed, his mouth suctioning over hers as she tasted herself on his lips.
She ached to touch him, the cloth beginning to chafe the delicate skin of her wrists as Michael pounded against her, driving out two more orgasms before she felt him spill into her with a loud grunt, falling against her chest with a thud.
He lay on her for a few minutes trying to get his bearings as she breathed heavily beneath him.
“Vaughn?”
“Ya, baby?”
“My hands hurt.” She grumbled, hating to ruin the intimate moment, but her fingers were well past the numb stage and had begun to throb.
Tenderly he pulled out and away from her while reaching up to undo the ties as she wiggled her raw wrists to try and get circulation back to her abandoned fingertips.
“I thought you said it wasn’t too rough…” he growled, taking each hand into his own and kissing the sore flesh of her wrists.
“Sometimes I like it rough.” She smiled, her dimples showing as she placed a loving kiss to his mouth before they pulled the covers back and climbed in, falling asleep quickly in the warm cocoon they’d created.
~
Part 2 coming soon!
-Jean ^_^
Timescale: 2x17
Spoilers: Really none, just the line “You wanna be rough or do you want me to be rough” from the 5/18 Double Episode totally inspired me.
Disclaimer: I definitely don’t own Alias. If I did…well…my ideas would be in the show. Ppft.
Rating: Naughty
Chapter 1: On The Prowl
Sydney watched Vaughn from the couch as he sat at the kitchen table pouring over the information he’d received from his contact at the bar, as well as the knowledge that Syd had provided him with. He was being investigated, that much he knew, but investigated for checking up on Irina Derevko? Hardly something to punish an agent for, he thought. Especially when he was striving to protect one of their most valuable assets: Sydney Bristow.
He was still fuming and she knew it, so she kept her distance and made sure he had enough privacy to deal with the rampant thoughts in his head. She wanted to walk up to him and pull him into her arms for comfort as much as he had done for her in the past, but she knew it wouldn’t necessarily be a good idea.
When most couples had make-up sex, it was after apologizing for their transgressions against their loved one. When Sydney and Vaughn have make up sex, it commonly occurred during the fight - their anger and hurt being taken out on one another in the throes of passion. Tender moments almost always transpired after the rough love making, and then all feelings of resentment were laid to rest.
She knew that he was still angry about her keeping Yager’s investigation secret, and in truth she didn’t blame him. She’d been angry about secrets before, and now she had been the one to withhold information from the one person she had swore never to betray. The contradicting emotions flitting through her mind moved from hot to cold. One moment she’d move to get up and walk over but then settle back down and flip through the book on her lap.
She finally just let out a huff of air and stood, making her way into the kitchen to see him standing against the fridge, eyeing her with fiery emerald orbs, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms folded over his chest. If she didn’t know him any better, she’d think that she was an immediate danger.
But she did know him, and the sight of him holding back so much hurt and anger made her heart beat faster as the blood began pulsing through her veins.
“You sill mad?’ She asked lightly, and his sudden movement made her jump.
His hands gripped her forearms like a vice, his fingers digging brutally into her skin as his mouth, complete with unshaven cheeks and chin, attacked her ferociously. His rough stubble left red abrasions on her face as his tongue forced its way into her moist depths to duel with her own.
His hands abandoned her arms to reach down and haul her entire body against his, her legs instinctively wrapping securely around his waist to keep from falling back onto the hardwood floor of the apartment. She was insanely happy that Will and Francie were gone for the weekend, leaving the home empty for the new couple. She dimly heard a crash and a scattered fluff of papers cascading to the ground as his one free arm roughly shoved the folder and its contents off the table.
Her mouth was still vacuumed to his, feeling the breath leave her lungs in a rush as her back slammed into the wooden surface of the table, his body still hard against hers. The evidence of his desire was, at the moment, pressed firmly against her taut stomach, spots dancing before her as she struggled to get an ounce of air into her lungs.
With a smack he released her swollen lips to look down at the disheveled woman lying prone beneath him.
“Too rough?” his raspy voice broke through the foggy barrier of her thoughts as she shook her head, reaching up and yanking him back down to her warm body. His hands instantly went for her shirt, and gripping each side of the buttoned-up seams, he ripped them apart, sending the plastic pieces all over the dining area.
Her taut stomach and lacy black bra were exposed to his hungry gaze, and the first thing his eyes noticed was that the hooks were in the front. He didn’t remember her putting that on this morning, he thought, but his mind was soon set on a different track as Sydney’s fingers danced languidly up her stomach; with a flick of the wrist her breasts were bare.
He left her shirt and bra pinned beneath them as his mouth attacked the right peak, his hand working on the left and his teeth biting into the nipple making her cry out. His tongue salved the sore spot as he pulled back long enough to notice the slight marks marring her creamy breast.
“Too rough?”
Another shake of the head confirmed that she was indeed enjoying herself, her hands moving lower to unsnap the casual yet classy slacks she was wearing. The zipper was easy, it was the snap that was proving to be difficult as she twisted, trying desperately to get it undone with one hand. Finally it came loose, and Vaughn instantly shoved her trousers down her long tanned legs, seeing a matching pair of underwear of black lace underneath.
“Did you plan this?”
“Maybe…” she flashed him a Cheshire cat grin and his mouth moved lower. He bit onto her hip, leaving a lovely copy of his dental records then sucking hard, leaving it as two sets of teeth surrounded by a blood-risen purple mark. His hands were everywhere at once, gripping each breast and moving lower to tease her sides gently before running down her arms and grabbing her wrists to hold them in a powerful grip with one hand.
“Can we move this to the bedroom?” she asked, feeling his sliding fingers move closer to her moist center.
“What’s wrong with the kitchen table?”
“We don’t need to break it like the office chair…need I remind you how that one ended.” She laughed a deep throaty chuckle, making their hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand to attention.
“If you insist…” he pulled at her arms and propelled her up and over his shoulder, carrying her the slight distance to her bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, he walked brusquely over to the bed and tossed her down, her body bouncing slightly on the coverlet.
She started to sit up, but his hand pushing against her chest stopped her, his voice demanding as he told her to stay put. He walked over to the closet and opened it halfway, reaching in and grabbing a couple of the few things he kept at her place – two silk ties.
“Vaughn…” she groaned, watching him as he stalked back over to her and began cinching her wrists to the bedposts behind her head. To be honest, he tied them a bit tighter than last time, but she wasn’t going to be to one to complain. He moved away from her then, watching her test his knots as she determined that she probably couldn’t escape without help, and even if she could get free it would ruin his fun.
He stood calmly at the edge of the bed, his fingers moving slowly, too slowly for her liking, to each button of his shirt, reaching the bottom and then pulling it from his pants - finishing before he slid it over his built shoulders. His hands stopped when he reached his belt, unbuckling it before pulling it free from the confining loops and sending it across the floor to join his discarded shirt. His pants slid down his legs after her toed off his shoes and yanked off his socks, making sure she noticed that he hadn’t worn any boxers.
“Did you plan this?” Her breathless question made him look up, if at all possible his c*** growing harder at the sight of her bound and helpless – though he knew the thought of Sydney Bristow being helpless was laughable, he entertained it anyway.
“Maybe…” Grinning and completely bare, he crawled up to her on the bed, his hardness bouncing and occasionally slapping against his stomach as he gripped her legs between his, forcing her knees apart and keeping the ankles together with his. His lips softly caressed hers making her moan into his mouth, but that quickly changed when she squeaked and bit his tongue as his knee pressed against her mound. He pulled back, seeing the apology written in her eyes though she wasn’t vocal with her thoughts.
He let his hands trail down her body, his short fingernails scratching and leaving marks in certain spots until they flitted over her clothed center, her hips involuntarily jumping off the bed. He kept one arm up to pin her down as the other slid inside her panties and began to tease her nether-lips, his finger sliding along the wet slit until he reached her nub of nerves – her hips jumping once more.
“Vaughn…”
“What?”
“You know I don’t beg…”
“We’ll see about that.” He grinned and moved down to join his hands as they slid her underwear down her legs, pulling back far enough for her to kick them off herself.
His mouth inched lower, showering her body with nips, bites and licks before ending at her navel. She giggled when his tongue dipped inside, claiming that she was very ticklish there, and he smiled at the thought of finding yet another spot that could drive her mad. Because they’d only been dating for such a short time, he hadn’t exactly been able to fine tune his hands to her body - but he was bent on learning, and there was no time like the present.
Without warning, he shoved two fingers into her quivering heat, making her cry out and pull at the restraints keeping her hands from caressing him like she desperately wanted to. His tongue left her belly button and moved lower, the first flick of it over her clit making her buck her hips up. He set one hand firmly against her lower abdomen to keep her down as his two fingers began moving quickly, his tongue picking up a frantic pace against the button of nerves.
Her orgasm rose quickly, Vaughn finding her g-spot and rubbing it with his imbedded digits while he abandoned licking and sucked her clit abruptly into his mouth. The contracting of her internal muscles, coupled with the half screaming half mewling noises she was making made him signals that she was close, so he stopped entirely to yank his fingers out and release her from his mouth. He looked up at her, smiling seductively at her wide eyes and open mouth, no words or sounds coming out as she stared down at him in shock.
“What the hell, Vaughn? You can’t just leave me like that!” She growled, twisting more at the ties binding her to the bed as she throbbed and ached to finish the job herself.
“You said you won’t beg?” He asked, propping his head up on his hand, supported by his elbow beside her hip, and lightly flicked his finger over her swollen nub. She whimpered while trying to increase his pressure by lifting her hips, but his arms pushing against her stomach kept her hips more or less on the bed.
“Nope. Not gonna.” She growled and bit her lip, seeing the determination fill his eyes.
“Okay.” He dove back in, his mouth alternating between sucking and licking as his fingers pressed against her internal button on each in-stroke. He brought her to the peak the backed off, letting her teeter just short of the edge as she was forced to move backwards, glaring at him through nearly violet colored eyes, her passion evident. He did it once more, bringing her up and finally letting her spill over as he moved quickly to impale his hard c*** into her contracting core. Starting off with a near-violent pace he drove her hips into the bed, his mouth suctioning over hers as she tasted herself on his lips.
She ached to touch him, the cloth beginning to chafe the delicate skin of her wrists as Michael pounded against her, driving out two more orgasms before she felt him spill into her with a loud grunt, falling against her chest with a thud.
He lay on her for a few minutes trying to get his bearings as she breathed heavily beneath him.
“Vaughn?”
“Ya, baby?”
“My hands hurt.” She grumbled, hating to ruin the intimate moment, but her fingers were well past the numb stage and had begun to throb.
Tenderly he pulled out and away from her while reaching up to undo the ties as she wiggled her raw wrists to try and get circulation back to her abandoned fingertips.
“I thought you said it wasn’t too rough…” he growled, taking each hand into his own and kissing the sore flesh of her wrists.
“Sometimes I like it rough.” She smiled, her dimples showing as she placed a loving kiss to his mouth before they pulled the covers back and climbed in, falling asleep quickly in the warm cocoon they’d created.
~
Part 2 coming soon!
-Jean ^_^