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Title: Another Man Author: Laras_Dice Rating: R Spoilers: Based on promos and spoilers for Masquerade, plus much of the rest of the season Archive: Anywhere, but please let me know Summary: What's the worst that could happen? Based on spoilers/promos for Masquerade. Disclaimer: I own nothing and love Alias. So don't sue me! AN: I've been going a bit crazy, as I think others have, with speculations for Masquerade. So I asked myself what was the worst that could happen and S/V-ed it. I think we shippers need it, hehehe. Sometimes things just hit you and you have to drop everything, so this is a hiatus from my hiatus. I'm still working on Fahrenheit and a sequel to Spark, and hoping that Masquerade doesn't blow the storyline of the latter completely off canon. Anyway.
His hands were at the clasp of her bra now. Sydney Bristow was still not entirely certain how they had reached this point so quickly. How she could forget Noah Hicks abandoning her five years ago but remember her desire for him. She knew it had a lot to do with the ache she had felt of late, an itch scratched by old, passionate memories. "God, you're beautiful." This as he slid the thin lace off. Well you look really pretty. She gasped, for reasons other than his hands everywhere, his lips traveling rapidly south, the smooth way in which he swept her panties from her hips. He had always been good at this, she recalled. Not as good at other things. Not so good at communication. Remember that you can always...you know. You got my number. Her body was still responding, physical need too strong now to stop. But a word was sharp on her mind. Betrayal. You think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk? Too late. So she punished Noah. Punished him for walking out all those years ago. Punished him in a way he could never know about. Punished him with her thoughts. No. I mean I was worried. For you. Too late. She was angry at Noah. Noah, who had left her. Noah, who was not another man. Noah, who wasn't touching her the way that man would have. Noah, who didn't have green eyes. We've got our answer right here. Too late. So she thought of another man. Another set of hands. Another set of eyes, staring at her, drawing her to a climax in this bed halfway around the world. Sydney barely managed to throw a hand over her mouth before she screamed his name. Even in her current state, she was well aware of the consequences of saying it out loud. They were even more frightening now. Never see him again. Witness Protection Program. Dead. Noah couldn't have missed this action, but he said nothing as she pushed the thoughts back into the hidden recesses of her mind. In much the same way Vaughn had quickly ditched the flash of jealousy in those green eyes when she had told him about Noah. It was part of their expert game of denial. Sydney wasn't so sure she would still be able to play it. Not after this. |
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