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Title: Truth or Dare
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and will never own the characters of Sydney Bristow, Nadia Santos, Michael Vaughn, Jack Bristow, Irina Derevko, Arvin Sloane, Eric Weiss, Katya Derevko, Yelena Derveko, or any other characters whose names you recognize.
Pairing: Sydney/Nadia
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It was supposed to be a mission not a vacation. Certainly it was to be more relaxed than their usual assignments: Check in at the Valbonne Bed and Breakfast in the French Rivera. Locate the target, Yves Canet, plant listening and recording devices in his room and record his meeting with Ajene Bonaire. The assignment couldn’t be easier. This left Sydney and Nadia with plenty of free time on their hands. Time that they endeavored to put to very good use.
“My turn,” Nadia growled playfully, her hands on Sydney’s stomach pushing her backwards towards the bed until Sydney was falling down onto the mattress and Nadia was stepping between her legs, bending over her possessively. “Truth … or dare?” Nadia asked slowly her smiling sister before leaning down just enough to rub their noses together.
“Truth,” Sydney breathed out softly staring up at Nadia, quiet for only a moment before lifting her head quickly to kiss Nadia’s lips before her sister could guess what she was up too, pleased that Nadia allowed the contact for so long before pushing her back down against the mattress as she stared up at the Argentine sheepishly.
“On the plane over here,” Nadia began allowing Sydney’s breach of etiquette go by uncommented upon since she found it cute and found that she could ever turn down her sister’s kisses. “You kept on looking over at me and rubbing your hands together. What. Were. You. Thinking?” Nadia asked punctuating each of her last four words playfully, lifting herself out of Sydney’s reach as she tried to stealth kiss her again.
Sydney relaxed against the bed again realizing that Nadia wasn’t going to let her kiss her again until she had answered her question. She smiled lazily up at the younger woman and then motioned for her to lie beside her on the bed.
Satisfied that Sydney would answer her question before trying to get frisky again, Nadia climbed over her sister’s body, making sure to cause as much friction as possible between their bodies as she went, and then flopped down onto the bed beside her. She smiled as Sydney teasingly whispered ‘naughty girl’ into her ear and then flipped them over so that she could wrap her arms around Nadia’s waist, hugging Nadia to her body, her sister’s back pressed against her front.
“I was thinking,” Sydney started softly, “about how fucking beautiful you are,” she continued not having to see Nadia’s face to know that she was smiling. “I was undressing you with my eyes, picturing what was under those sensible slacks and professional turtle-neck.”
Her hand was moving in small circles on Nadia’s stomach and she could feel her sister’s breathing begin to deepen. “I remembered,” Sydney went on her voice a low, scratchy whisper, “what you looked like lying naked on the rug in the living room, legs parted, trembling … waiting for me, as I crawled towards you.”
Sydney shifted upwards, kissing Nadia’s neck and the top of her shoulders, before moving up to her jaw, licking and then placing small kisses across the parts of Nadia’s face that could reach.
“I was thinking about how much I wanted to fuck you. Right there on the pristine, gray leather of your seat.” Whispered right into Nadia’s ear, causing her to shudder as Sydney bit down on her ear lobe lightly. “No pretense of romance, no removal of clothes, no talking. I wanted to stalk over towards you, like I was pissed, furious at you for being so sexy and teasing me when you knew I couldn’t do anything about it. Fucking pussy tease, making me so hot, ruining my underwear and smirking to yourself.” Nadia’s hand covered the one that Sydney had on her stomach, and holding Sydney’s in hers moved it under her shirt.
“Straddling you on the seat, holding your head in place. Kissing you hard, I wanted to see your lips red, and puffy when I was done, breath coming out in desperate pants. My hand sliding down to your crotch, touching you through your pants, hard through that sensible and light material, teasing you, making you so wet I would feel it, through your panties, through your pants.” Her hand was cupping Nadia’s breast now, massaging it gently. She could feel Nadia beginning to squirm and knew that her sister wanted more contact, rougher contact, wanted her to touch and pinch and stroke the hard peak of her nipple. But she kept on talking.
“I wanted to hear you beg, and plead as I stroked your clit through your pants. I could’ve you know,” Sydney continued speculatively. “The material was thin enough, and you’re always … hard enough,” she continued hearing Nadia breath in deeply. “But I couldn’t tease you for much longer,” Sydney went on, her voice softening as she kissed behind Nadia’s ear, finally taking her sister’s engorged nipple between her fingers, rolling it as Nadia sighed contentedly. “I felt something tender then, as I imaged you squirming beneath me, looking almost pained. And I wanted to kiss you so badly, gently, make you moan. Make you cum. I didn’t want to tease you anymore.”
“Don’t tease me now,” Nadia said breathlessly as Sydney pinched her nipple and kissed her neck. Sydney detected a note of strain in Nadia’s voice that she hadn’t anticipated happening so soon. Stilling the hand she had on Nadia’s breast for a moment, she wondered how wet her sister was. She quickly moved her hand to Nadia’s other breast to stop herself from reaching down to find out. It wasn’t time yet, she wasn’t going to tease Nadia, especially not after her request, but she wasn’t taking orders either.
“I thought that I would’ve regretted my ‘no removal of clothes’ decree then, because I wanted to taste you badly, so badly Nadia. My mouth was watering at the thought. Do you remember, that bottle of water? How quickly I drank it? I wanted it to be you, in my mouth, on lips. I wanted to drink from your well,” she said, moving her hand away from Nadia’s breast and trailing it down her stomach slowly, lazily tracing patterns on her sister’s slick skin with her fingers. “I couldn’t help it then. I thought about taking off your pants, ripping your panties off with my hands, my teeth, it didn’t matter as long as they were gone. And I love you so much,” Sydney went on, her fingers dancing around Nadia’s hips, smiling as Nadia bucked them towards her hand. “I would’ve wanted to go slow Nadia, I really would’ve. But I don’t think I could’ve, I think,” she said deftly undoing the button of Nadia’s pants and pulling down her fly, “that I would’ve just had to attack.”
Nadia moaned loudly. Whether it was at her words, or the fact that her fingers were now running overly Nadia’s obscenely damp panties, Sydney wasn’t sure, and really didn’t care.
“Have I told you,” Sydney began again as she grabbed a hold of the top of Nadia’s underwear and pulled up, drawing the material between Nadia’s hot, wet lips, rubbing it against her sensitive flesh. “How much I love your pussy.” Nadia’s hips jumped forward at that, one of her hands slipping under her shirt to play with her breasts. “You taste so good, Nadia,” Sydney continued unable to help the moan that escaped her throat at the thought of it. She released Nadia’s underwear and dipped her fingers beneath them, stroking Nadia’s sex for a few moments, collecting her wetness on her fingers. “So good,” she repeatedly, ignoring Nadia’s frustrated groan as she removed her hand from her pants and brought it up to her mouth, taking in one of her slick fingers and sucking on it greedily. She looked at her middle finger afterwards, which was still wet with Nadia’s juices, considering it carefully before deciding to share. She ran the finger along Nadia’s lips, spreading her own juice along her lips but before she could finish, Nadia had taken the finger into her mouth, sucking on it just as wantonly as Sydney had been doing moments before. “And once I’d tasted you,” Sydney continued removing her finger from Nadia’s mouth with a wet pop. “Teasing wouldn’t have been an option anymore.” Her hand on was Nadia again, outside of her underwear playing. “Because,” and Sydney returned her lips to Nadia’s ear. “Always, I want your sex. I want you. I want your sex,” she said in a sing-song voice before she nipped at her ear again as Nadia moaned, her hands working more roughly under her shirt.
As Sydney pushed aside Nadia’s drenched underwear, touching her flesh for the second time, she knew it was time to stop teasing. Nadia was making small whimpering sounds, her hips were moving constantly trying to increase the contact between herself and Sydney’s hands, and peering past her shoulder, Sydney could see that Nadia was tugging at her nipples in so fierce a way it looked like it should’ve hurt.
And then Sydney was inside of Nadia, pumping in and out in time with Nadia’s thrusting hips, telling her how good she felt, how much she loved being inside of her, feeling her move against her. Telling her how wild and hot the sounds she let out made her feel. And as she felt Nadia beginning to peak, she hugged her closer to her body and whispered into her ear, “I love you. God, I love you so much. I need you so much.” And then Nadia was coming, Sydney’s fingers continuing to move between her legs as Nadia quaked and she panted.
Sydney felt Nadia’s hand on her wrist, the movement bringing her out of the fog that had come over her as she elongated Nadia’s orgasm and brought her to another one. She realized that her sister was talking to her, the softly spoken words, “no more, I can’t take anymore,” registering with her as she allowed Nadia to remove her fingers from inside of her. Nadia turned into her body then, and Sydney wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging her tightly as Nadia struggled to calm her breathing down.
A few minutes later, Sydney felt Nadia begin to kiss along her collarbone and pulled back slightly, watching her face for a moment. Satisfied that Nadia had regained her strength, she then smiled and flipped them over slightly so that she was hovering over Nadia, her weight supported by her arms. She ducked her head down, kissing Nadia soundly, lovingly, enjoying the feel of the Argentine’s hand in her hair for a moment, before she pulled back and grinned down at her.
“Truth or dare?”
The End
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Title: Truth or Dare
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and will never own the characters of Sydney Bristow, Nadia Santos, Michael Vaughn, Jack Bristow, Irina Derevko, Arvin Sloane, Eric Weiss, Katya Derevko, Yelena Derveko, or any other characters whose names you recognize.
Pairing: Sydney/Nadia
It was supposed to be a mission not a vacation. Certainly it was to be more relaxed than their usual assignments: Check in at the Valbonne Bed and Breakfast in the French Rivera. Locate the target, Yves Canet, plant listening and recording devices in his room and record his meeting with Ajene Bonaire. The assignment couldn’t be easier. This left Sydney and Nadia with plenty of free time on their hands. Time that they endeavored to put to very good use.
“My turn,” Nadia growled playfully, her hands on Sydney’s stomach pushing her backwards towards the bed until Sydney was falling down onto the mattress and Nadia was stepping between her legs, bending over her possessively. “Truth … or dare?” Nadia asked slowly her smiling sister before leaning down just enough to rub their noses together.
“Truth,” Sydney breathed out softly staring up at Nadia, quiet for only a moment before lifting her head quickly to kiss Nadia’s lips before her sister could guess what she was up too, pleased that Nadia allowed the contact for so long before pushing her back down against the mattress as she stared up at the Argentine sheepishly.
“On the plane over here,” Nadia began allowing Sydney’s breach of etiquette go by uncommented upon since she found it cute and found that she could ever turn down her sister’s kisses. “You kept on looking over at me and rubbing your hands together. What. Were. You. Thinking?” Nadia asked punctuating each of her last four words playfully, lifting herself out of Sydney’s reach as she tried to stealth kiss her again.
Sydney relaxed against the bed again realizing that Nadia wasn’t going to let her kiss her again until she had answered her question. She smiled lazily up at the younger woman and then motioned for her to lie beside her on the bed.
Satisfied that Sydney would answer her question before trying to get frisky again, Nadia climbed over her sister’s body, making sure to cause as much friction as possible between their bodies as she went, and then flopped down onto the bed beside her. She smiled as Sydney teasingly whispered ‘naughty girl’ into her ear and then flipped them over so that she could wrap her arms around Nadia’s waist, hugging Nadia to her body, her sister’s back pressed against her front.
“I was thinking,” Sydney started softly, “about how fucking beautiful you are,” she continued not having to see Nadia’s face to know that she was smiling. “I was undressing you with my eyes, picturing what was under those sensible slacks and professional turtle-neck.”
Her hand was moving in small circles on Nadia’s stomach and she could feel her sister’s breathing begin to deepen. “I remembered,” Sydney went on her voice a low, scratchy whisper, “what you looked like lying naked on the rug in the living room, legs parted, trembling … waiting for me, as I crawled towards you.”
Sydney shifted upwards, kissing Nadia’s neck and the top of her shoulders, before moving up to her jaw, licking and then placing small kisses across the parts of Nadia’s face that could reach.
“I was thinking about how much I wanted to fuck you. Right there on the pristine, gray leather of your seat.” Whispered right into Nadia’s ear, causing her to shudder as Sydney bit down on her ear lobe lightly. “No pretense of romance, no removal of clothes, no talking. I wanted to stalk over towards you, like I was pissed, furious at you for being so sexy and teasing me when you knew I couldn’t do anything about it. Fucking pussy tease, making me so hot, ruining my underwear and smirking to yourself.” Nadia’s hand covered the one that Sydney had on her stomach, and holding Sydney’s in hers moved it under her shirt.
“Straddling you on the seat, holding your head in place. Kissing you hard, I wanted to see your lips red, and puffy when I was done, breath coming out in desperate pants. My hand sliding down to your crotch, touching you through your pants, hard through that sensible and light material, teasing you, making you so wet I would feel it, through your panties, through your pants.” Her hand was cupping Nadia’s breast now, massaging it gently. She could feel Nadia beginning to squirm and knew that her sister wanted more contact, rougher contact, wanted her to touch and pinch and stroke the hard peak of her nipple. But she kept on talking.
“I wanted to hear you beg, and plead as I stroked your clit through your pants. I could’ve you know,” Sydney continued speculatively. “The material was thin enough, and you’re always … hard enough,” she continued hearing Nadia breath in deeply. “But I couldn’t tease you for much longer,” Sydney went on, her voice softening as she kissed behind Nadia’s ear, finally taking her sister’s engorged nipple between her fingers, rolling it as Nadia sighed contentedly. “I felt something tender then, as I imaged you squirming beneath me, looking almost pained. And I wanted to kiss you so badly, gently, make you moan. Make you cum. I didn’t want to tease you anymore.”
“Don’t tease me now,” Nadia said breathlessly as Sydney pinched her nipple and kissed her neck. Sydney detected a note of strain in Nadia’s voice that she hadn’t anticipated happening so soon. Stilling the hand she had on Nadia’s breast for a moment, she wondered how wet her sister was. She quickly moved her hand to Nadia’s other breast to stop herself from reaching down to find out. It wasn’t time yet, she wasn’t going to tease Nadia, especially not after her request, but she wasn’t taking orders either.
“I thought that I would’ve regretted my ‘no removal of clothes’ decree then, because I wanted to taste you badly, so badly Nadia. My mouth was watering at the thought. Do you remember, that bottle of water? How quickly I drank it? I wanted it to be you, in my mouth, on lips. I wanted to drink from your well,” she said, moving her hand away from Nadia’s breast and trailing it down her stomach slowly, lazily tracing patterns on her sister’s slick skin with her fingers. “I couldn’t help it then. I thought about taking off your pants, ripping your panties off with my hands, my teeth, it didn’t matter as long as they were gone. And I love you so much,” Sydney went on, her fingers dancing around Nadia’s hips, smiling as Nadia bucked them towards her hand. “I would’ve wanted to go slow Nadia, I really would’ve. But I don’t think I could’ve, I think,” she said deftly undoing the button of Nadia’s pants and pulling down her fly, “that I would’ve just had to attack.”
Nadia moaned loudly. Whether it was at her words, or the fact that her fingers were now running overly Nadia’s obscenely damp panties, Sydney wasn’t sure, and really didn’t care.
“Have I told you,” Sydney began again as she grabbed a hold of the top of Nadia’s underwear and pulled up, drawing the material between Nadia’s hot, wet lips, rubbing it against her sensitive flesh. “How much I love your pussy.” Nadia’s hips jumped forward at that, one of her hands slipping under her shirt to play with her breasts. “You taste so good, Nadia,” Sydney continued unable to help the moan that escaped her throat at the thought of it. She released Nadia’s underwear and dipped her fingers beneath them, stroking Nadia’s sex for a few moments, collecting her wetness on her fingers. “So good,” she repeatedly, ignoring Nadia’s frustrated groan as she removed her hand from her pants and brought it up to her mouth, taking in one of her slick fingers and sucking on it greedily. She looked at her middle finger afterwards, which was still wet with Nadia’s juices, considering it carefully before deciding to share. She ran the finger along Nadia’s lips, spreading her own juice along her lips but before she could finish, Nadia had taken the finger into her mouth, sucking on it just as wantonly as Sydney had been doing moments before. “And once I’d tasted you,” Sydney continued removing her finger from Nadia’s mouth with a wet pop. “Teasing wouldn’t have been an option anymore.” Her hand on was Nadia again, outside of her underwear playing. “Because,” and Sydney returned her lips to Nadia’s ear. “Always, I want your sex. I want you. I want your sex,” she said in a sing-song voice before she nipped at her ear again as Nadia moaned, her hands working more roughly under her shirt.
As Sydney pushed aside Nadia’s drenched underwear, touching her flesh for the second time, she knew it was time to stop teasing. Nadia was making small whimpering sounds, her hips were moving constantly trying to increase the contact between herself and Sydney’s hands, and peering past her shoulder, Sydney could see that Nadia was tugging at her nipples in so fierce a way it looked like it should’ve hurt.
And then Sydney was inside of Nadia, pumping in and out in time with Nadia’s thrusting hips, telling her how good she felt, how much she loved being inside of her, feeling her move against her. Telling her how wild and hot the sounds she let out made her feel. And as she felt Nadia beginning to peak, she hugged her closer to her body and whispered into her ear, “I love you. God, I love you so much. I need you so much.” And then Nadia was coming, Sydney’s fingers continuing to move between her legs as Nadia quaked and she panted.
Sydney felt Nadia’s hand on her wrist, the movement bringing her out of the fog that had come over her as she elongated Nadia’s orgasm and brought her to another one. She realized that her sister was talking to her, the softly spoken words, “no more, I can’t take anymore,” registering with her as she allowed Nadia to remove her fingers from inside of her. Nadia turned into her body then, and Sydney wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging her tightly as Nadia struggled to calm her breathing down.
A few minutes later, Sydney felt Nadia begin to kiss along her collarbone and pulled back slightly, watching her face for a moment. Satisfied that Nadia had regained her strength, she then smiled and flipped them over slightly so that she was hovering over Nadia, her weight supported by her arms. She ducked her head down, kissing Nadia soundly, lovingly, enjoying the feel of the Argentine’s hand in her hair for a moment, before she pulled back and grinned down at her.
“Truth or dare?”
The End
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