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Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and will never own these characters.
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Syd/Nadia
Summary: 4x21. Sophia is gone and the girls get closer before everything comes crashing down around them.
*Angst disclaimer - If you wanna keep the fuzzy happy memories of this series alive click the cuts accordingly. If you wanna be througly depressed by the end however, read on my friends, read on, lol*
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Sydney stepped behind her sister wrapping her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder as Nadia gazed at the now closed door to their house. Sophia had walked out minutes before, turning around in the doorway to wave at them before continuing on her way, the taxi driver carrying her bags down the steps as they disappeared from sight.
“We should have taken her,” Nadia stated for about the fifth time since Sophia had left.
Sydney tilted her head to the side and pressed a kiss to Nadia’s temple momentarily luxuriating in being able to touch her freely once again, letting the warmth of her sister’s body seep into her. She knew she had missed the unconscious contact, but she hadn’t realized just how much she had been aching for it until she finally had Nadia in her arms again.
“She was quite firm on the subject,” Sydney finally breathed out stepping back. Sydney herself wasn’t quite sure why Sophia thought that it would be an inconvenience for them to drop her to the airport, but she’d made her position quite clear. Despite Nadia’s badgering, Sydney thought with a smile remembering the two women arguing back and forth in Spanish, gesturing wildly with their hands as they packed up Sophia’s things. She’d found it mildly amusing at the time, but she realized now that Nadia had just wanted to get in as much time as possible with her former guardian. Sophia had said that they would see each other again, but Sydney could see that while Nadia wanted that to be true she was struggling to believe it.
“She knows where you are now,” Sydney continued moving in front of Nadia, taking her hand. “You two won’t lose contact again. You heard what she said,” she went on feeling Nadia relax slightly though she was looking over at the door every few seconds. “And for those times you can’t be together, I’ve heard rumors of an amazing device that can carry ordinary voice transmissions across countries and over oceans…” She didn’t get a chance to finish her joke however as Nadia hit her on the arm once she realized where Sydney was going.
“You’re an idiot,” Nadia commented a moment later smiling over at Sydney, charmed by her stupid sense of humor as always. Sydney simply grinned back over at her before leaning forward to brush her lips against Nadia’s. She had meant for it be quick and playful, but Nadia changed her mind for her once their lips had touched by stepping into her body and grabbing hold of her neck, keeping her in place as she deepened the kiss.
“I’ve missed that,” Nadia breathed out once they separated, her eyes on Sydney’s lips, staring, before she leaned back in kissing her again, her hands falling to rest on Sydney’s hips as she did. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” Sydney said softly, nuzzling her face against Nadia’s neck. “The last few days…” she trailed off with a groan as she thought about what the past few days had been like. She had felt like she was in High School again, she was certain that she had been only days away from making MASH letters or pulling Nadia into a washroom stall at work like they were stadium bleachers, anything to just touch her. She could barely remember a time when she had been so constantly sexually thwarted.
Nadia smiled at Sydney’s exhalation and kissed her jaw. She knew exactly what she was feeling. In the past few days, she’d had more erotic fantasies about things she wanted to do to her sister than she’d had in the previous month. On the way to work she found herself looking at hotels they passed longingly, wondering about their hourly rate. She’d had it on the tip of her tongue to suggest it to Sydney. But despite her increasingly strong desire to rip her sister’s clothes of and bath her body with her tongue, she didn’t really want their first time together to be some desperate quickie in a hotel room during their lunch break or something. And she put it to herself like exactly like that over and over again to build up her willpower and remind herself that patience is a virtue.
“We’re alone now,” Nadia whispered stroking Sydney’s hair, only releasing her hold when Sydney pulled away from her so that she could see her face.
Sydney watched her intensely for a few moments, searching her face, her lips twitching every few seconds as she tried to control some kind of facial expression.
“Are you sure?” Sydney asked, really hoping that Nadia’s statement meant what she thought it meant, because she was certain that she was going to have to start taking things into her own hands if it wasn’t, and she’d most definitely rather put herself in Nadia’s.
Nadia closed the distance between them, dragging Sydney’s lips down to hers, her hand tugging at Sydney’s shirt as they kissed, yanking the t-shirt out of the waistband of her jeans so that she could slip her hands under Sydney’s shirt, groaning into her sister’s mouth as her hands made contact with her skin for the first time that night. “Yeah,” Nadia managed to get out before attaching her lips to Sydney’s, kissing her soundly once more.
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Sydney sat at the foot of her bed staring forward. Nadia was standing in front of her, her hands on the hem of her shirt as she looked over at Sydney before slowly lifting her arms bringing the shirt with her, exposing her stomach to Sydney as she moved, tossing her shirt to the side, discarded like Sydney’s, as her sister stared at her partially nude torso.
“Come here,” Sydney said softly her eyes glued on Nadia. She had seen Nadia in various stages of undress before, on missions, or having walked into her room while she was changing in the morning, at the beach. She’d actually seen more of Nadia’s body in the past than she did at that moment, but it was different in that time and place. It was special, it was deliberate and for her. It was incredibly erotic.
Nadia slowly moved towards Sydney, feeling incredibly exposed even though she was still wearing most of her clothes. It was the look in Sydney’s eyes she supposed, tender, loving, awed, and ravenous. She wondered if she could live up to the look in those eyes, and as Sydney caught her by the hips and leaned her head forward resting her forehead against Nadia’s stomach almost reverently, she couldn’t help but wonder if she deserved such longing and Sydney’s almost worshipful touch.
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Sydney’s lips were kissing the back of Nadia’s knee as she pulled her pants off her legs and allowed them to fall to the floor in a messy heap. Resting her now free hand on Nadia’s thigh, she began to caress her skin, needing to touch as much of her as possible as she slowly kissed her way up the back of Nadia’s leg, biting lightly at the smooth, round globe of Nadia’s ass as she moved upwards. She’d quite literally forgotten how to breathe moments before when she had peeled down Nadia’s pants revealing the black thong Nadia had been wearing. Perched over her, Sydney had stared down at the exposed flesh for a long delirious moment before re-doubling her efforts to remove Nadia’s jeans.
“Are you okay?” The words were whispered softly into her ear. Nadia had had her head buried in the pillow beneath her as Sydney had explored her legs and back with her lips, gripping the material tightly, completely overwhelmed by the sensations overtaking her body at the simple, loving touch. And as Sydney spoke, Nadia could feel the gentle weight of her breasts against her back, her nipples pressing into her skin, and the warmth of Sydney’s thigh in between her own, making her want to moan and bury her face in the pillow all over again.
She knew that her body probably felt tense to Sydney and tried to force herself to relax. But it was impossible for her to clear her mind, to focus on anything but her sister’s lips and skin sliding against her and the gentle weight of her body on top of her. She blinked and felt something wet on her cheek. Concentrating for a moment she realized that the pillow beneath her was slightly damp. She almost smiled at the realization that tears had been escaping her eyes as the waves of pleasure Sydney’s mouth and hands brought crashed over her. She had never reacted so strongly or emotionally to someone’s touch.
“Yeah,” she breathed out softly, lifting her head and turning it to the side, shifting to see Sydney’s face, her tears absorbed by the pillow. Sydney leaned back, giving her enough space to turn over and around. “It’s just so,” she continued once she was facing Sydney, lying opposite her on the bed. “Incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” Sydney said automatically, a slight flush covering her features when Nadia smiled at her looking utterly amused. Sydney moved forward closing the distance between them, wiping the smile off of Nadia’s face with a deep kiss, her arm wrapping around Nadia’s waist drawing her into her body. “You are,” she reiterated, completely unabashed that time when they broke apart.
Nadia brought her hand to Sydney’s face, tracing the backs of her fingers along her sister’s cheek for a moment, then moved towards her brushing her lips across Sydney’s, kissing her chin, her cheeks, and across the bridge of her nose before returning to her lips which she explored languidly and thoroughly. “Ponga sus manos en mí,” she breathed out looking into Sydney’s eyes, her hand covering her sister’s drawing it up her side and placing it over her breast.
She couldn’t wait any longer, she had been waiting for this moment for months, for days, for hours, and the seconds were stretching on for an eternity. She needed Sydney’s hands on her, in her, or else she her body would expire from anticipation and desire. She couldn’t wait, and as Sydney pushed her down onto the mattress, her hand still on Nadia’s breast caressing the delicious flesh, her mouth possessing the Argentine’s; Nadia knew that she wouldn’t have to. That she’d never have to again.
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Sydney felt Nadia’s finger dip into her belly-button and move around in circles for a moment before her sister continued to drag the lone digit up her sweaty, completely spent torso as she stared at the ceiling, a bright, sated smile covering her face. She only looked down when she felt Nadia cup her breast, her thumb tracing over her nipple coaxing it back to firmness as Nadia’s lips traced her collarbone. She moaned softly, unable to move, but obviously still very able to enjoy Nadia’s ministrations.
“Don’t you ever get enough?” Sydney asked playfully as Nadia lifted her lips from her skin, looking up at her as spoke. She had usually been the one with the most stamina in her previous relationships, but her little sister was putting her to shame.
Nadia took Sydney’s nipple between her fingers rolling it and then pinching it lightly, smiling as she saw Sydney’s eyes flicker shut momentarily and her mouth open as she inhaled deeply. “Of you? Apparently not,” Nadia responded. She released Sydney’s nipple allowing her hand to trail back down her sister’s stomach, her lips nipping at her neck as her fingers stopped just short of the neat triangle of hair between Sydney’s legs. “It seems I’m quite insatiable.”
Sydney laughed at that, reaching down and grabbing Nadia’s hand. Locking their eyes for a moment, she then flipped them over so that she was leaning over Nadia, her sister’s hand still in hers. “I’m not complaining.” She’d intended for the statement to come out playfully, but as she felt Nadia leading their hands between her own legs, her fingers just barely brushing against the fresh wave of wetness that lay between them, her words came out entirely more desire laden than she had intended.
“Oh I know,” Nadia replied smiling letting go of Sydney’s hand allowing her sister free reign. “In fact I recall you agreeing rather loudly … and enthusiastically.” Her sassy reply lost some of its edge near the end however as Nadia gasped the last word as Sydney’s nimble fingers began to explore once more. “Sometimes more than once in a row,” Nadia added smirking up at Sydney, biting her lip at the slow, satisfied smile that came to Sydney’s lips at the comment.
“Very satisfied,” Sydney breathed out, her eyes momentarily losing focus. “You must have been a great pickpocket,” Sydney continued as her fingers moved slowing between Nadia’s legs, her touch light for the moment as she slowly built up Nadia’s excitement once more. “Such talented fingers,” she went on leaning down to kiss Nadia when her sister’s lips parted. “Clever, talented, naughty fingers,” she went on kissing Nadia’s jaw and down to her neck, her own fingers moving more intently between the Argentine’s legs as Nadia steadily became more lubricated. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the next briefing, the way you always play with your fingers, remembering them inside of me, imagining you taking me right there.”
Nadia closed her eyes as Sydney’s words washed over her, her hips rocking in time with Sydney’s hand as she opened her eyes and smiled up at her.
“What?” Sydney asked, seeing that playful look in Nadia’s eyes.
“You’re a dirty talker,” Nadia stated somewhat breathlessly, sounding extremely pleased with her discovery. Sydney simply raised her eyebrow. Normally she would have disagreed with the assessment, but she had found herself dirty talking to Nadia quite a bit that evening, and she found that she quite liked the idea of doing it some more. “Do it now,” Nadia continued the playful look lost, replaced with a very intense, desire laden one. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
Sydney bit her lip and looked down between their bodies, her eyes raking up and down along what she could see of Nadia’s form. There was so much she wanted to do she hardly knew where to start. She was certain that she could make love to Nadia a million times and never run out of ideas.
“I want to see you …”
Sydney looked up turning her head to the side, a slight ringing in her ears. It couldn’t have been what she thought it was. It just wasn’t possible. The world wasn’t that cruel.
“Completely undone. Sweating and arched off the bed, desperate, panting. I’m going to make you beg Nadia, I’m going…” she continued before being interrupted once more by a loud ringing sound. “Tell me that is not the doorbell,” she whined looking down at Nadia who had her head turned to the side looking towards the bedroom door. The murderous look on Nadia’s face making Sydney sure that it was indeed the doorbell.
“Ignore it. They’ll go away,” Nadia said looking back up at Sydney, her hand covering Sydney’s once more, her thumb stroking the back of her sister’s hand encouraging her to pick up where she had left off.
Sydney smiled, that was just what she wanted to hear. However before she could even lean down to kiss Nadia and thank her properly for such a wonderful idea, the doorbell rang again.
“Fuck me,” Sydney moaned harshly rolling off of Nadia. Whoever was at the door clearly wasn’t going to go away, and she wasn’t going to make love to Nadia irritated and distracted wondering if the ringing would ever stop. That left her with one option, open the door and yell until whoever it was went away.
“I’d really like to,” Nadia mumbled with a longing sigh.
Sydney ignored Nadia’s muttered comment and threw her legs over the side of the bed quickly hopping off and reaching for her clothes. “I’ll get it,” she said, her head moving around the room as she looked for her underwear before deciding to just forget about it, pulling her pants on without them.
Nadia sighed, watching as Sydney quickly located and pulled on the rest of her clothes. “I’m gonna grab a shower,” she commented climbing out of the bed figuring that it was Jack at the door, knowing that no one else was insane or socially inept enough to come over without calling past 11 pm.
Sydney looked over at her disappointedly, knowing that if Nadia took a shower it meant that she would then be getting dressed, and would no longer be naked in her bed moaning and writhing under her. She was tempted to tell Nadia to stay put, that she would get rid of whoever was at the door, that she would threaten their family and body parts if necessary so long as she didn’t get out of the bed. But before she had the chance to say anything Nadia smiled at her and murmured, “You can make me dirty all over again later,” in a low tone holding her eyes all the while.
Sydney’s eyes lit up immediately, and Nadia smiled again brushing some hair out of her face before turning and heading for the bathroom door, looking back over her shoulder just in time see Sydney make her way out of the bedroom door and towards the living room.
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“Where’s your sister?”
Sydney stared at Director Chase for a moment, dumbfounded, before uttering an indignant, “What?” on Nadia’s behalf.
“I expect your full cooperation,” Chase stated barely sparing Sydney a glance as she marched into the house followed by a team of agents as Sydney watched incredulously for a moment.
“If Nadia’s in trouble,” Sydney started spurring herself into motion, following Chase down the stairs, glancing nervously towards her bedroom for a moment, suddenly extremely glad that Nadia was no longer in there as she was certain that Chase and her men were going to march through the house until they found her.
“Where is she?” Chase asked cutting her off again.
Sydney blinked in muted rage and frustration. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to stall Chase or talk her into telling her what the hell was going on until Nadia was in the room. The agents would just clomp and blunder their way through the house until they discovered Nadia while she and Chase butted heads in the living room. It would be faster and less aggravating if she just told them where to find her.
Sending out another silent thanks to whatever deity might have been listening that Nadia was no longer lying naked in her bed, Sydney peevishly muttered, “In the shower,” thinking not for the first time that their lives sucked.
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“You’re saying it’s all a lie? That she spent all this time, all these years … so she could steal some Rambaldi artifacts?”
“She’s a Derevko. Her sisters possess that same single minded purpose.”
Sydney moved towards the couch where Nadia had carefully set herself down while she had walked her father and Sloane to the door. Nadia had shut down after that conversation, barely saying a word afterwards and refusing to look anyone in the eye.
Sydney looked around the room. It was a mess. Chairs were overturned, pillows out of place. It looked like they had been burgled, and in a way they had. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that now. Nadia was her main concern, and the only thing she had time to worry about.
Sydney sat down beside her sister twisted herself on the couch slightly so that she could see Nadia’s face, but Nadia wasn’t looking at her, she was staring blankly out into the middle of the room. Sydney reached out brushing some stray strands of wet hair behind Nadia’s ears before moving to draw her arm around Nadia’s shoulders and bring her into a hug. But as she pushed on Nadia’s shoulder encouraging her to lean in, she felt resistance, and looking over saw that Nadia was still staring intently at nothing.
Letting her arm drop and then drawing it back in to her body, Sydney observed Nadia for a moment before forcing a note of lightness into her voice as she said, “It sounds cliché I know, but sometimes a good cry really does help,” trying to encourage Nadia to let out some of the emotions she knew had to be swirling inside of her following a betrayal of the magnitude that had just been revealed to her.
Nadia finally looked over at her at that, blinking almost as if she hadn’t been entirely aware that Sydney had been sitting beside her before she had spoken. She blinked again and then dropped her eyes. “I can’t,” she said softly, shaking her head slowly, almost unconsciously it seemed. “There’s just … nothing right now.”
Sydney looked at her, worrying her bottom lip at the admission wanting to touch Nadia but knowing that it was unlikely to register or make a difference to her at the moment. Nadia was feeling too numb, the events of the past few hours had overwhelmed her and her emotional center had obviously kind of shut down in some sort of act of self-preservation after the overload. But watching as Nadia turned to stare back out into the room, she knew that the numbness wouldn’t last, that everything she learned but couldn’t feel at the moment would catch up with her. Whether it be in a few hours, or a few days it would eventually all come crashing down upon her like a ton of bricks. And she didn’t intend for Nadia to be alone when it did.
She placed her hand tenderly on Nadia’s thigh. “Come to bed,” she gently, relieved when Nadia turned to look at her. She stared at her for a moment, as if it took her a few seconds to understand what Sydney had said to her, but then she nodded, remaining still for a moment before standing up. Sydney followed her up, her hand automatically reaching out to take Nadia’s stopping just short of grasping it. Nadia wasn’t paying attention to her again, and her hand was clenching and unclenching slowly by her side.
Instead Sydney lightly placed her hand on the small of Nadia’s back, spurring her into motion, her hand falling away as she took the lead a moment later, guiding Nadia towards her bedroom. A few moments later however Sydney stopped walking, sensing that Nadia was no longer with her and turned around to find her sister standing in front of her own bedroom door. Sydney stared at her confused for a moment, it hadn’t occurred to her that after what had happened between them earlier in the evening that Nadia wouldn’t want to spend the night with her.
Nadia blinked again, a sensation tickling the back of her neck. It took her a moment to realize that she was being watched. Slowly she turned around her eyes tracking to where the sensation was and found Sydney standing in the hallway staring at her with a bewildered look, the confusion and hurt showing on Sydney’s face somewhat breaking the haze that had descended upon her. She realized that she owed Sydney an explanation, that after what had happened earlier on she couldn’t just disappear into her room without giving her sister some kind of answer.
“I need to be alone … for a while,” she said softly, not making eye contact, unable to bare seeing that look on Sydney’s face again. There was a part of her that wanted to climb into Sydney’s arms and never come out, that wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed beside her and fall asleep in arms that loved her and never wake up. But the desire was fleeting, the numbness, the complete lack of feeling that had been clinging to her for the past half hour returning, leaving her wanting to do nothing more than retreat into the darkness of her bedroom and curl up in a corner somewhere.
Sydney watched her, seeing the momentary openness and awareness in Nadia’s gaze disappear back into the blankness she had witnessed on the couch. Completely unsatisfied with the thought, she realized that it would be best to respect Nadia’s wishes and leave her alone for the time being, no matter how much every part of her wanted to do the opposite.
“Okay,” Sydney breathed out, her eyes dropping to the floor, watching Nadia’s bare feet. She remembered having a fleeting thought earlier on about how hot Nadia looked in her silk robe gun raised as she had emerged into the hallway. Desire, pride and love had filled her making her want to smile at Chase haughtily because her sister was so much cooler than all of the agents she’d brought with her. The happy memory stung at the moment however and she shut it out of her brain.
After a moments hesitation Nadia disappeared into her bedroom without another word, leaving Sydney to slowly drag herself towards her own bedroom.
Stopping in the doorway, Sydney was struck by the scent of Nadia’s perfume and faint scent smell of sex that still clung in the air. Her eyes then focused on the bed they had shared. She had thrown the comforter over the sheets earlier on, having entered her room seconds before the other agents, glaring at them as they looked at her, daring them to remove the comforter or say something about the action. They didn’t, on both counts.
Sighing, she stepped all the way into the room and closed the door before walking towards the bed. She would strip the sheets and replace them with clean linen. She needed to move, to keep her mind occupied. Besides it would be like beginning the night anew, a way to forget about the agents pawing through her things and the hurtful revelations that had followed. But, she realized as she dropped the sheets in a bunch on the floor, it would also be symbolically erasing what she and Nadia had shared earlier on in the evening.
She dropped down onto the bare mattress of her bed and looked around her room. She closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Nadia’s mouth on hers, her sister’s scent as she kissed her neck, the taste of her thighs and other parts of her body, the smooth warm texture of her skin. It hadn’t been planned, but it had been so perfect. Their first time and they had fit together so beautifully, moved so poetically, had come so magnificently. She could still feel Nadia’s body pressed up against hers, arms around her waist, lips on her skin, her breasts pressed up against her own. Just hours ago they had made love and had been happy, and content. And now …
Sydney allowed herself to tip over so that she was lying on her side, the ridges of her mattress digging into her face as she drew her legs up towards her chest assuming a loose fetal position. She closed her eyes and began to drift off into a troubled sleep, the word “Fuck,” running through her head on repeat before blissful unconsciousness seized her.
The End
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sydia
bored]Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and will never own these characters.
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Syd/Nadia
Summary: 4x21. Sophia is gone and the girls get closer before everything comes crashing down around them.
*Angst disclaimer - If you wanna keep the fuzzy happy memories of this series alive click the cuts accordingly. If you wanna be througly depressed by the end however, read on my friends, read on, lol*
Sydney stepped behind her sister wrapping her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder as Nadia gazed at the now closed door to their house. Sophia had walked out minutes before, turning around in the doorway to wave at them before continuing on her way, the taxi driver carrying her bags down the steps as they disappeared from sight.
“We should have taken her,” Nadia stated for about the fifth time since Sophia had left.
Sydney tilted her head to the side and pressed a kiss to Nadia’s temple momentarily luxuriating in being able to touch her freely once again, letting the warmth of her sister’s body seep into her. She knew she had missed the unconscious contact, but she hadn’t realized just how much she had been aching for it until she finally had Nadia in her arms again.
“She was quite firm on the subject,” Sydney finally breathed out stepping back. Sydney herself wasn’t quite sure why Sophia thought that it would be an inconvenience for them to drop her to the airport, but she’d made her position quite clear. Despite Nadia’s badgering, Sydney thought with a smile remembering the two women arguing back and forth in Spanish, gesturing wildly with their hands as they packed up Sophia’s things. She’d found it mildly amusing at the time, but she realized now that Nadia had just wanted to get in as much time as possible with her former guardian. Sophia had said that they would see each other again, but Sydney could see that while Nadia wanted that to be true she was struggling to believe it.
“She knows where you are now,” Sydney continued moving in front of Nadia, taking her hand. “You two won’t lose contact again. You heard what she said,” she went on feeling Nadia relax slightly though she was looking over at the door every few seconds. “And for those times you can’t be together, I’ve heard rumors of an amazing device that can carry ordinary voice transmissions across countries and over oceans…” She didn’t get a chance to finish her joke however as Nadia hit her on the arm once she realized where Sydney was going.
“You’re an idiot,” Nadia commented a moment later smiling over at Sydney, charmed by her stupid sense of humor as always. Sydney simply grinned back over at her before leaning forward to brush her lips against Nadia’s. She had meant for it be quick and playful, but Nadia changed her mind for her once their lips had touched by stepping into her body and grabbing hold of her neck, keeping her in place as she deepened the kiss.
“I’ve missed that,” Nadia breathed out once they separated, her eyes on Sydney’s lips, staring, before she leaned back in kissing her again, her hands falling to rest on Sydney’s hips as she did. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” Sydney said softly, nuzzling her face against Nadia’s neck. “The last few days…” she trailed off with a groan as she thought about what the past few days had been like. She had felt like she was in High School again, she was certain that she had been only days away from making MASH letters or pulling Nadia into a washroom stall at work like they were stadium bleachers, anything to just touch her. She could barely remember a time when she had been so constantly sexually thwarted.
Nadia smiled at Sydney’s exhalation and kissed her jaw. She knew exactly what she was feeling. In the past few days, she’d had more erotic fantasies about things she wanted to do to her sister than she’d had in the previous month. On the way to work she found herself looking at hotels they passed longingly, wondering about their hourly rate. She’d had it on the tip of her tongue to suggest it to Sydney. But despite her increasingly strong desire to rip her sister’s clothes of and bath her body with her tongue, she didn’t really want their first time together to be some desperate quickie in a hotel room during their lunch break or something. And she put it to herself like exactly like that over and over again to build up her willpower and remind herself that patience is a virtue.
“We’re alone now,” Nadia whispered stroking Sydney’s hair, only releasing her hold when Sydney pulled away from her so that she could see her face.
Sydney watched her intensely for a few moments, searching her face, her lips twitching every few seconds as she tried to control some kind of facial expression.
“Are you sure?” Sydney asked, really hoping that Nadia’s statement meant what she thought it meant, because she was certain that she was going to have to start taking things into her own hands if it wasn’t, and she’d most definitely rather put herself in Nadia’s.
Nadia closed the distance between them, dragging Sydney’s lips down to hers, her hand tugging at Sydney’s shirt as they kissed, yanking the t-shirt out of the waistband of her jeans so that she could slip her hands under Sydney’s shirt, groaning into her sister’s mouth as her hands made contact with her skin for the first time that night. “Yeah,” Nadia managed to get out before attaching her lips to Sydney’s, kissing her soundly once more.
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Sydney sat at the foot of her bed staring forward. Nadia was standing in front of her, her hands on the hem of her shirt as she looked over at Sydney before slowly lifting her arms bringing the shirt with her, exposing her stomach to Sydney as she moved, tossing her shirt to the side, discarded like Sydney’s, as her sister stared at her partially nude torso.
“Come here,” Sydney said softly her eyes glued on Nadia. She had seen Nadia in various stages of undress before, on missions, or having walked into her room while she was changing in the morning, at the beach. She’d actually seen more of Nadia’s body in the past than she did at that moment, but it was different in that time and place. It was special, it was deliberate and for her. It was incredibly erotic.
Nadia slowly moved towards Sydney, feeling incredibly exposed even though she was still wearing most of her clothes. It was the look in Sydney’s eyes she supposed, tender, loving, awed, and ravenous. She wondered if she could live up to the look in those eyes, and as Sydney caught her by the hips and leaned her head forward resting her forehead against Nadia’s stomach almost reverently, she couldn’t help but wonder if she deserved such longing and Sydney’s almost worshipful touch.
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Sydney’s lips were kissing the back of Nadia’s knee as she pulled her pants off her legs and allowed them to fall to the floor in a messy heap. Resting her now free hand on Nadia’s thigh, she began to caress her skin, needing to touch as much of her as possible as she slowly kissed her way up the back of Nadia’s leg, biting lightly at the smooth, round globe of Nadia’s ass as she moved upwards. She’d quite literally forgotten how to breathe moments before when she had peeled down Nadia’s pants revealing the black thong Nadia had been wearing. Perched over her, Sydney had stared down at the exposed flesh for a long delirious moment before re-doubling her efforts to remove Nadia’s jeans.
“Are you okay?” The words were whispered softly into her ear. Nadia had had her head buried in the pillow beneath her as Sydney had explored her legs and back with her lips, gripping the material tightly, completely overwhelmed by the sensations overtaking her body at the simple, loving touch. And as Sydney spoke, Nadia could feel the gentle weight of her breasts against her back, her nipples pressing into her skin, and the warmth of Sydney’s thigh in between her own, making her want to moan and bury her face in the pillow all over again.
She knew that her body probably felt tense to Sydney and tried to force herself to relax. But it was impossible for her to clear her mind, to focus on anything but her sister’s lips and skin sliding against her and the gentle weight of her body on top of her. She blinked and felt something wet on her cheek. Concentrating for a moment she realized that the pillow beneath her was slightly damp. She almost smiled at the realization that tears had been escaping her eyes as the waves of pleasure Sydney’s mouth and hands brought crashed over her. She had never reacted so strongly or emotionally to someone’s touch.
“Yeah,” she breathed out softly, lifting her head and turning it to the side, shifting to see Sydney’s face, her tears absorbed by the pillow. Sydney leaned back, giving her enough space to turn over and around. “It’s just so,” she continued once she was facing Sydney, lying opposite her on the bed. “Incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” Sydney said automatically, a slight flush covering her features when Nadia smiled at her looking utterly amused. Sydney moved forward closing the distance between them, wiping the smile off of Nadia’s face with a deep kiss, her arm wrapping around Nadia’s waist drawing her into her body. “You are,” she reiterated, completely unabashed that time when they broke apart.
Nadia brought her hand to Sydney’s face, tracing the backs of her fingers along her sister’s cheek for a moment, then moved towards her brushing her lips across Sydney’s, kissing her chin, her cheeks, and across the bridge of her nose before returning to her lips which she explored languidly and thoroughly. “Ponga sus manos en mí,” she breathed out looking into Sydney’s eyes, her hand covering her sister’s drawing it up her side and placing it over her breast.
She couldn’t wait any longer, she had been waiting for this moment for months, for days, for hours, and the seconds were stretching on for an eternity. She needed Sydney’s hands on her, in her, or else she her body would expire from anticipation and desire. She couldn’t wait, and as Sydney pushed her down onto the mattress, her hand still on Nadia’s breast caressing the delicious flesh, her mouth possessing the Argentine’s; Nadia knew that she wouldn’t have to. That she’d never have to again.
Sydney felt Nadia’s finger dip into her belly-button and move around in circles for a moment before her sister continued to drag the lone digit up her sweaty, completely spent torso as she stared at the ceiling, a bright, sated smile covering her face. She only looked down when she felt Nadia cup her breast, her thumb tracing over her nipple coaxing it back to firmness as Nadia’s lips traced her collarbone. She moaned softly, unable to move, but obviously still very able to enjoy Nadia’s ministrations.
“Don’t you ever get enough?” Sydney asked playfully as Nadia lifted her lips from her skin, looking up at her as spoke. She had usually been the one with the most stamina in her previous relationships, but her little sister was putting her to shame.
Nadia took Sydney’s nipple between her fingers rolling it and then pinching it lightly, smiling as she saw Sydney’s eyes flicker shut momentarily and her mouth open as she inhaled deeply. “Of you? Apparently not,” Nadia responded. She released Sydney’s nipple allowing her hand to trail back down her sister’s stomach, her lips nipping at her neck as her fingers stopped just short of the neat triangle of hair between Sydney’s legs. “It seems I’m quite insatiable.”
Sydney laughed at that, reaching down and grabbing Nadia’s hand. Locking their eyes for a moment, she then flipped them over so that she was leaning over Nadia, her sister’s hand still in hers. “I’m not complaining.” She’d intended for the statement to come out playfully, but as she felt Nadia leading their hands between her own legs, her fingers just barely brushing against the fresh wave of wetness that lay between them, her words came out entirely more desire laden than she had intended.
“Oh I know,” Nadia replied smiling letting go of Sydney’s hand allowing her sister free reign. “In fact I recall you agreeing rather loudly … and enthusiastically.” Her sassy reply lost some of its edge near the end however as Nadia gasped the last word as Sydney’s nimble fingers began to explore once more. “Sometimes more than once in a row,” Nadia added smirking up at Sydney, biting her lip at the slow, satisfied smile that came to Sydney’s lips at the comment.
“Very satisfied,” Sydney breathed out, her eyes momentarily losing focus. “You must have been a great pickpocket,” Sydney continued as her fingers moved slowing between Nadia’s legs, her touch light for the moment as she slowly built up Nadia’s excitement once more. “Such talented fingers,” she went on leaning down to kiss Nadia when her sister’s lips parted. “Clever, talented, naughty fingers,” she went on kissing Nadia’s jaw and down to her neck, her own fingers moving more intently between the Argentine’s legs as Nadia steadily became more lubricated. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the next briefing, the way you always play with your fingers, remembering them inside of me, imagining you taking me right there.”
Nadia closed her eyes as Sydney’s words washed over her, her hips rocking in time with Sydney’s hand as she opened her eyes and smiled up at her.
“What?” Sydney asked, seeing that playful look in Nadia’s eyes.
“You’re a dirty talker,” Nadia stated somewhat breathlessly, sounding extremely pleased with her discovery. Sydney simply raised her eyebrow. Normally she would have disagreed with the assessment, but she had found herself dirty talking to Nadia quite a bit that evening, and she found that she quite liked the idea of doing it some more. “Do it now,” Nadia continued the playful look lost, replaced with a very intense, desire laden one. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
Sydney bit her lip and looked down between their bodies, her eyes raking up and down along what she could see of Nadia’s form. There was so much she wanted to do she hardly knew where to start. She was certain that she could make love to Nadia a million times and never run out of ideas.
“I want to see you …”
Sydney looked up turning her head to the side, a slight ringing in her ears. It couldn’t have been what she thought it was. It just wasn’t possible. The world wasn’t that cruel.
“Completely undone. Sweating and arched off the bed, desperate, panting. I’m going to make you beg Nadia, I’m going…” she continued before being interrupted once more by a loud ringing sound. “Tell me that is not the doorbell,” she whined looking down at Nadia who had her head turned to the side looking towards the bedroom door. The murderous look on Nadia’s face making Sydney sure that it was indeed the doorbell.
“Ignore it. They’ll go away,” Nadia said looking back up at Sydney, her hand covering Sydney’s once more, her thumb stroking the back of her sister’s hand encouraging her to pick up where she had left off.
Sydney smiled, that was just what she wanted to hear. However before she could even lean down to kiss Nadia and thank her properly for such a wonderful idea, the doorbell rang again.
“Fuck me,” Sydney moaned harshly rolling off of Nadia. Whoever was at the door clearly wasn’t going to go away, and she wasn’t going to make love to Nadia irritated and distracted wondering if the ringing would ever stop. That left her with one option, open the door and yell until whoever it was went away.
“I’d really like to,” Nadia mumbled with a longing sigh.
Sydney ignored Nadia’s muttered comment and threw her legs over the side of the bed quickly hopping off and reaching for her clothes. “I’ll get it,” she said, her head moving around the room as she looked for her underwear before deciding to just forget about it, pulling her pants on without them.
Nadia sighed, watching as Sydney quickly located and pulled on the rest of her clothes. “I’m gonna grab a shower,” she commented climbing out of the bed figuring that it was Jack at the door, knowing that no one else was insane or socially inept enough to come over without calling past 11 pm.
Sydney looked over at her disappointedly, knowing that if Nadia took a shower it meant that she would then be getting dressed, and would no longer be naked in her bed moaning and writhing under her. She was tempted to tell Nadia to stay put, that she would get rid of whoever was at the door, that she would threaten their family and body parts if necessary so long as she didn’t get out of the bed. But before she had the chance to say anything Nadia smiled at her and murmured, “You can make me dirty all over again later,” in a low tone holding her eyes all the while.
Sydney’s eyes lit up immediately, and Nadia smiled again brushing some hair out of her face before turning and heading for the bathroom door, looking back over her shoulder just in time see Sydney make her way out of the bedroom door and towards the living room.
“Where’s your sister?”
Sydney stared at Director Chase for a moment, dumbfounded, before uttering an indignant, “What?” on Nadia’s behalf.
“I expect your full cooperation,” Chase stated barely sparing Sydney a glance as she marched into the house followed by a team of agents as Sydney watched incredulously for a moment.
“If Nadia’s in trouble,” Sydney started spurring herself into motion, following Chase down the stairs, glancing nervously towards her bedroom for a moment, suddenly extremely glad that Nadia was no longer in there as she was certain that Chase and her men were going to march through the house until they found her.
“Where is she?” Chase asked cutting her off again.
Sydney blinked in muted rage and frustration. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to stall Chase or talk her into telling her what the hell was going on until Nadia was in the room. The agents would just clomp and blunder their way through the house until they discovered Nadia while she and Chase butted heads in the living room. It would be faster and less aggravating if she just told them where to find her.
Sending out another silent thanks to whatever deity might have been listening that Nadia was no longer lying naked in her bed, Sydney peevishly muttered, “In the shower,” thinking not for the first time that their lives sucked.
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“You’re saying it’s all a lie? That she spent all this time, all these years … so she could steal some Rambaldi artifacts?”
“She’s a Derevko. Her sisters possess that same single minded purpose.”
Sydney moved towards the couch where Nadia had carefully set herself down while she had walked her father and Sloane to the door. Nadia had shut down after that conversation, barely saying a word afterwards and refusing to look anyone in the eye.
Sydney looked around the room. It was a mess. Chairs were overturned, pillows out of place. It looked like they had been burgled, and in a way they had. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that now. Nadia was her main concern, and the only thing she had time to worry about.
Sydney sat down beside her sister twisted herself on the couch slightly so that she could see Nadia’s face, but Nadia wasn’t looking at her, she was staring blankly out into the middle of the room. Sydney reached out brushing some stray strands of wet hair behind Nadia’s ears before moving to draw her arm around Nadia’s shoulders and bring her into a hug. But as she pushed on Nadia’s shoulder encouraging her to lean in, she felt resistance, and looking over saw that Nadia was still staring intently at nothing.
Letting her arm drop and then drawing it back in to her body, Sydney observed Nadia for a moment before forcing a note of lightness into her voice as she said, “It sounds cliché I know, but sometimes a good cry really does help,” trying to encourage Nadia to let out some of the emotions she knew had to be swirling inside of her following a betrayal of the magnitude that had just been revealed to her.
Nadia finally looked over at her at that, blinking almost as if she hadn’t been entirely aware that Sydney had been sitting beside her before she had spoken. She blinked again and then dropped her eyes. “I can’t,” she said softly, shaking her head slowly, almost unconsciously it seemed. “There’s just … nothing right now.”
Sydney looked at her, worrying her bottom lip at the admission wanting to touch Nadia but knowing that it was unlikely to register or make a difference to her at the moment. Nadia was feeling too numb, the events of the past few hours had overwhelmed her and her emotional center had obviously kind of shut down in some sort of act of self-preservation after the overload. But watching as Nadia turned to stare back out into the room, she knew that the numbness wouldn’t last, that everything she learned but couldn’t feel at the moment would catch up with her. Whether it be in a few hours, or a few days it would eventually all come crashing down upon her like a ton of bricks. And she didn’t intend for Nadia to be alone when it did.
She placed her hand tenderly on Nadia’s thigh. “Come to bed,” she gently, relieved when Nadia turned to look at her. She stared at her for a moment, as if it took her a few seconds to understand what Sydney had said to her, but then she nodded, remaining still for a moment before standing up. Sydney followed her up, her hand automatically reaching out to take Nadia’s stopping just short of grasping it. Nadia wasn’t paying attention to her again, and her hand was clenching and unclenching slowly by her side.
Instead Sydney lightly placed her hand on the small of Nadia’s back, spurring her into motion, her hand falling away as she took the lead a moment later, guiding Nadia towards her bedroom. A few moments later however Sydney stopped walking, sensing that Nadia was no longer with her and turned around to find her sister standing in front of her own bedroom door. Sydney stared at her confused for a moment, it hadn’t occurred to her that after what had happened between them earlier in the evening that Nadia wouldn’t want to spend the night with her.
Nadia blinked again, a sensation tickling the back of her neck. It took her a moment to realize that she was being watched. Slowly she turned around her eyes tracking to where the sensation was and found Sydney standing in the hallway staring at her with a bewildered look, the confusion and hurt showing on Sydney’s face somewhat breaking the haze that had descended upon her. She realized that she owed Sydney an explanation, that after what had happened earlier on she couldn’t just disappear into her room without giving her sister some kind of answer.
“I need to be alone … for a while,” she said softly, not making eye contact, unable to bare seeing that look on Sydney’s face again. There was a part of her that wanted to climb into Sydney’s arms and never come out, that wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed beside her and fall asleep in arms that loved her and never wake up. But the desire was fleeting, the numbness, the complete lack of feeling that had been clinging to her for the past half hour returning, leaving her wanting to do nothing more than retreat into the darkness of her bedroom and curl up in a corner somewhere.
Sydney watched her, seeing the momentary openness and awareness in Nadia’s gaze disappear back into the blankness she had witnessed on the couch. Completely unsatisfied with the thought, she realized that it would be best to respect Nadia’s wishes and leave her alone for the time being, no matter how much every part of her wanted to do the opposite.
“Okay,” Sydney breathed out, her eyes dropping to the floor, watching Nadia’s bare feet. She remembered having a fleeting thought earlier on about how hot Nadia looked in her silk robe gun raised as she had emerged into the hallway. Desire, pride and love had filled her making her want to smile at Chase haughtily because her sister was so much cooler than all of the agents she’d brought with her. The happy memory stung at the moment however and she shut it out of her brain.
After a moments hesitation Nadia disappeared into her bedroom without another word, leaving Sydney to slowly drag herself towards her own bedroom.
Stopping in the doorway, Sydney was struck by the scent of Nadia’s perfume and faint scent smell of sex that still clung in the air. Her eyes then focused on the bed they had shared. She had thrown the comforter over the sheets earlier on, having entered her room seconds before the other agents, glaring at them as they looked at her, daring them to remove the comforter or say something about the action. They didn’t, on both counts.
Sighing, she stepped all the way into the room and closed the door before walking towards the bed. She would strip the sheets and replace them with clean linen. She needed to move, to keep her mind occupied. Besides it would be like beginning the night anew, a way to forget about the agents pawing through her things and the hurtful revelations that had followed. But, she realized as she dropped the sheets in a bunch on the floor, it would also be symbolically erasing what she and Nadia had shared earlier on in the evening.
She dropped down onto the bare mattress of her bed and looked around her room. She closed her eyes and remembered the feel of Nadia’s mouth on hers, her sister’s scent as she kissed her neck, the taste of her thighs and other parts of her body, the smooth warm texture of her skin. It hadn’t been planned, but it had been so perfect. Their first time and they had fit together so beautifully, moved so poetically, had come so magnificently. She could still feel Nadia’s body pressed up against hers, arms around her waist, lips on her skin, her breasts pressed up against her own. Just hours ago they had made love and had been happy, and content. And now …
Sydney allowed herself to tip over so that she was lying on her side, the ridges of her mattress digging into her face as she drew her legs up towards her chest assuming a loose fetal position. She closed her eyes and began to drift off into a troubled sleep, the word “Fuck,” running through her head on repeat before blissful unconsciousness seized her.
The End
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