You guys are making me so happy with your wonderful feedback. Like I've said before, I wasn't quite sure how this story would be received. Whether people would like it or if I was just nuts picturing Sark and Liz together. Anyways, I'll stop babbling and get on with the story.
Thanks again to Calinia for her translations.
Lots more action coming.
PART 20
After going radio silent, Sark continued to watch Elizabeth below. He saw her exchange with the bouncer and knew that she had lifted the security card from him but did not see it. Her hands were quick and the lighting was poor. He watched until she was off the dance floor and disappeared up the staircase. He would have continued to eavesdrop through his comm. link but just then Dominick Maier made his entrance.
The man was the same height as Sark but more slender and wiry, causing Maier to look smaller than him. At one time his hair had been brown, but now it was sprinkled with white and thinning. The combination of the salt and pepper hair and well cut suit made him look more like a financier than an arms dealer. However the three formidable looking men flanking him marred the false impression.
“Ah, Herr Sark. Wie nett Sie hier in meinem Club begruessen zu duerfen.” [Ah, Mr. Sark. How nice it is to have you here in my club.] Maier greeted Sark, presenting his hand in welcome.
Sark tipped his head to Maier as well as shook the offered hand, all the while not showing any outward sign that he heard Elizabeth’s signal in his ear. “Mit dem Angebot dass Sie mir gemacht haben konnte ich nicht widerstehen.” [With the offer you made, I could not resist.]
“Ich hoffe Sie hatten eine angenehme Reise.” [I hope that your trip was a comfortable one?] Maier asked.
“Ja, recht angenehm, danke. Es ist schon eine Weile her dass ich das letzte mal in Wien war, oder ueberhaupt in Oesterreich.” [Yes, quite comfortable, thank you. It has been quite some time since I was last in Vienna, or Austria at all]
“Eine Schande. Werden Sie die Gelegenheit nutzen und auch des Vergnuegen wegens noch etwas in der Stadt verweilen?” [A shame. Are you going to take advantage of this trip and remain for pleasure as well as our business?]
“Ich hatte es nicht vor, aber ich fange an die Moeglichkeit in Erwaegung zu ziehen.” [I had not intended on it, but I am started to consider the possibility.] Sark replied.
Maier nodded before motioning to one of the bodyguards that now stood behind the bar. “Haetten Sie gerne etwas zu trinken? Ich haette einen wundervollen Bordeax bei der Hand.” [Would you care for a drink? I have a wonderful Bordeaux on hand.]
“Gerne, vielen Dank.” [Yes, thank you.] Sark said. He watched as the bodyguards uncorked the bottle before dispensing it into two glasses. Maier then lifted them from the bar, handing one to Sark.
Sark brought the glass to his lips, sipping it carefully before nodding. “ Sie haben recht, der Bordeax ist wirklich recht gut..” [You were quite right about the Bordeaux, it is quite good.]
“Es freut mich dass Sie mir zustimmen.” [I’m pleased you agree.] Maier stated as he poured more into each of the glasses. “ Ich muss sagen, als ich Sie kontaktiert habe um dieses Treffen aufzustellen habe ich gehofft dass Irina Sie begleiten wuerde.” [I must say, when I contacted you to set up this meeting, I was hoping that Irina would accompany you.”
“Ungluecklicherweise stand Irina nicht zur Verfuegung.” [Unfortunately Irina was unavailable.]
“Es machen viele Geruechte die Runde ueber den Stand der Dinge bei Irina, manche sagen sie haelt sich an einem geheimen Ort auf, andere dass sie sich in Gefangenschaft befindet und wieder andere dass sie tot ist.” [There are many rumors floating around about her state of affairs, some say she is in hiding, some say that she has been captured, while others even mumble that she is dead.]
“Ich kann Ihnen versichern dass sie alles andere als verschieden ist. Die Umstaende haben jedoch dazu gefuehrt dass sie sich etwas mehr bedeckt haelt als normallerweise. Weswegen sie auch nicht nach Wien gereist ist. Sie hat jedoch volles Vertrauen in meine Faehigkeiten unsere Abkommen auszuhandeln.” [I assure you, she is anything but deceased. However circumstances have triggered her to keep a lower profile than customary. Which is why she did not make the trip to Vienna. But she has complete confidence in my abilities to negotiate our arrangement.] Sark assured him.
“Zweifellos, sonst waeren Sie ja wohl kaum hier. Wobei ich zugeben muss, ich war schon immer neugierig wie sie es geschafft haben solch einen hohen Status in ihrer Organisation zu erlangen wo Sie doch noch so jung sind.” [No doubt otherwise you would not be here. Although I must admit, I’ve always been curious as to how you achieved such high status in her organization at such a young age.] Maier confessed.
From her position in Maier’s office two floors above, Liz heard Maier’s statement and couldn’t help but bring her hand up to her ear, positioning her comm. so she could hear Sark’s answer. She had wondered the same thing herself when studying his file. Although Sark’s real age was not known, he was estimated to be early to mid twenties. A very young age for someone of such prominent position. Perhaps she could find out some information on Sark as she worked on downloading the files she had found.
Sark eyed the wine in his glasses before saying. “Ehrgeiz kann eine Person dazu antreiben rasch voranzukommen wenn sie die Kraft besitzt das dafuer Noetige zu tun.” [A person’s ambitions can push them to advance rapidly if they have the fortitude to do what is needed.]
“Und ich bin mir sicher dass gewisse Beziehungen auch aeusserst dienlich sind.” [And I’m sure that certain connections are most beneficial as well.]
“Ich versteh nicht worauf Sie hinauswollen.” [I fail to see your point.]
“Ich meine nur dass Irina eine aussergewoehnliche Frau ist. Intelligent, und recht schoen, selbst fuer einen jungen Mann wie Sie einer sind.” {Just that Irina is quite a woman. Intelligent, and quite beautiful even for a young man such as yourself.]
“Wollen Sie andeuten ich haette mich nach oben geschlafen so zu sagen?” [Are you insinuating that I ‘slept my way to the top’ so to speak?] Sark asked, nothing in his voice betrayed what he thought of Maier’s claim.
“Verstehen Sie mich nicht falsch, ich bin mir ihrer Klugheit bewusst. Ich sage nur dass andere Reize zu verwenden auch positive Resultate nach sich ziehen kann.” [Do not misunderstand me, I am aware of your cleverness as well as your proficiency. I am simply saying that using other charms can produce a positive result as well.] Maier explained. “Verstehen Sie mich nicht falsch, ich bin mir ihrer Klugheit bewusst. Ich sage nur dass andere Reize zu verwenden auch positive Resultate nach sich ziehen kann.” [Surely Irina would test out as well as possibly train her male employees in the ways of seduction.]
The final statement seeped through Sark’s formality and made him snap. Quicker than any of the other men in the room could react, Sark leaped at Maier, pinning him to the wall with his hand to his neck.
“Sark, what the hell are you doing? You’re compromising everything.” Liz yelled through her comm. link, not believing what she was hearing.
Sark knew that his actions were careless, but at the moment, Sark did not care. All he was concerned with at the moment was silencing Maier. “Ich bin hergekommen um ein Geschaeft abzusprechen, nicht um mir Beleidigungen ueber meinen Arbeitgeber anzuhoeren.”[I came here to arrange a business deal, not listen to insult my employer.]
Sark’s actions had completely surprised Maier, something that was evident by the enlarged eyes and pallid face. But the surprise was fleeting and quickly turned to anger. “Beide meiner Maenner haben Pistolen auf Sie gerichtet, alles was ich tun muss ist ein Wort sagen und sie werden jede Kugel in ihrem Magazin in Sie entleeren.” [Both of my men have guns trained on you now, all I have to do is say the word and they will release discharge every bullet in the clips into you.]
Sark was not an idiot, he knew that the three men that had accompanied Maier both had their guns aimed at his head, and had most likely radioed for assistance but the odds did not faze him. “Und alles was ich tun muss ist meine Faust bewegen und der Wirbel in ihrem Hals wird brechen und sie umbringen.” [And all I have to do is move my wrist and the vertebrae in your neck will break, killing you.]
Liz waited with baited breath to hear what Maier would do next. She looked down at her equipment and saw that she still had half of the files left to download. She knew that her time had just been decrease considerably and needed to hurry.
Maier seemed to size up his options before nodding his head to his men to stand down before saying. “Meine Maenner sind zur Seite getreten, lassen Sie mich frei.” [My men have stepped aside, now release me.]
Sark constricted his grip slightly to show that he was still dangerous before releasing Maier. Maier took a deep breath before straightening his suit. He glared at Sark before saying. “Unser Treffen ist vorueber, und die Aussicht dass wir ins Geschaeft kommen beendet. Einer meiner Maenner wird Sie hinaus begleiten.” [Our meeting is over and the prospect of us doing business is terminated. One of my men will see you out.]
Sark said nothing as Maier stormed out of the room with the other two guards. He knew that most likely that Maier was heading for his office, consequently trapping Elizabeth without a means of escape. The remaining guard loitered about for a moment, making certain that there was enough time for his boss to retreat a safe distance away before grabbing his arm to escort him out. As he did, Sark pulled out the gun out from where had concealed it in the small of his back and fired two shots at him, effectively taking him out of the equation.
The gun was equipped with a silencer so no noise had been heard outside of the room, alerting anyone to Maier and his other men to what had happened. With the guard out of the way, Sark slipped out of the private room and into the corridor to find out how Elizabeth was fairing.
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For everyone who wants to know about Sark/Liz, there will be a lot of UST for the next few parts but then things start to happen.
Just to give you guys a heads up, this next part has a bunch of action in it.
PART 21
Liz listened to the last part of Sark and Maier’s exchange as her fingers flew over the keyboard. She had no doubt that Maier was going to know that she had been there but she’d be damned if she’d let him know what she had found. If he knew, then he would change his tactics and make everything she had downloaded useless. She swore when she got out of there she was going to give Sark a piece of her mind for messing things up so royally.
She completed the last file so Liz quickly dismantled her gear and put them back in there appropriate spots, making sure the heal of her boot was secure. She didn’t want to trip, nor destroy the information she had accessed when she ran out of there, and she knew that she would most likely have to run.
As she finished with the computer, Liz heard Sark’s voice through her comm. “Elizabeth, Maier and his men are advancing in your direction.”
“I know, I heard. How many does he have with him?” Liz asked heading for the door. There was no place to hide that would not result in trapping her with no way out so she knew she was going to have to take Maier and his men head on.
“Two now, he left one in my company but he has been dealt with.” Sark answered.
Liz cautiously started her descent down the stairs, as she did, she heard Maier and his men below. She continued to creep down, making sure that they did not hear her coming. One of her biggest resources at the moment was the element of surprise and she wasn’t going to give that up. She made it down to the landing above the floor that would give her the access back to the club before things came to a head.
Maier’s two guards had surrounded him as they climbed the stairs, but neither seemed to believe that Maier was in any danger since leaving Sark so they were lax in their awareness. And they never would expected a twenty something woman dressed in clubbing clothes to suddenly appear on the landing above them. So she took advantage of it.
Liz jumped forward, grabbing a hold of the bottom of landing above and swung forward. She brought her feet up at the knees and kicked out. Her boots collided solidly with the front man’s chest and sending him flying backwards and into Maier. The impact sent them both tumbling down the landing. The lead man fell onto the floor whereas Maier flew backwards, his head smacking against the hard surface of the wall behind him.
Liz’s momentum swung her back towards the stairs. She knew that she let it take its course, she would be landing back on the stairs so instead she released her grasp on ledge early, causing her to land in the middle of the fallen man. She quickly kicked him on the side of the head, before switching her attention the last obstacle in her path.
The third man had still been turning to follow Maier and the other man up the flight of stairs so had been out of her line of fire. He decided not to try and take her out with hand to hand and reached for a gun in a concealed shoulder harness. As he pulled it free, Liz reached to stop him from getting a clear shot.
The bodyguard struggled with her, managing to punch her once before Liz elbowed the man in the face, sending him down a few step down the stairs. But despite the stunning hit, he still had the gun. Liz grabbed for him, throwing him against the railing. The hard metal rapped against his arm, causing him to drop his gun.
Liz didn’t get a clear view of where it had gone and punched the guy to buy some time to find it. He tumbled down the steps to the next floor that ran to the corridor that ran to the club. However Liz realized the mistake she had made when she saw him scrambling to pick something up a foot away. He quickly turned around, the gun pointed right at her.
Liz froze in her movements, giving the impression of hopelessness while trying to figure out what to do. However it didn’t look like she was going to have much time as he cocked the gun. She could see his finger tightening on the trigger and she braced herself for the shot but instead of the sound of his gun going off, she only heard a small swoosh before a mangled scream erupted from the man. The man dropped his hand before clutching his hand. She heard another swoosh and a bright red stain blossomed on the front of his shirt.
Liz didn’t know what was going on until she saw Sark step into view from the corridor, a Glock 17 equipped with silencer in his hand. Sark had just saved her life. But before she could say anything, he fixed his eyes on her before jerking his head towards the exit. “Come on.”
Liz nodded as she descended the stairs carefully, being careful to step around the body. She reached down and grabbed the bodyguard’s fallen gun, slipping it into the top of her boot before following Sark. They went back the way they had came, passing the private meeting room until they reached the door that would take them out into the club.
Sark hid his gun from view under his suit coat. As he did, Liz couldn’t help but think that despite the fact that he had just killed at least two people, he still looked like he was about to walk into a meeting. The charcoal suit didn’t show so much as a wrinkle. Granted Liz didn’t think she looked horrible but was sure that the fight had left her mused. She wondered how Sark could look so collected. But of course she didn’t have time to dwell on it.
Sark opened the door holding it open for Liz and she slipped out. The area was empty, and her and Sark had no difficulty getting to the public stairs. They hurried as much as possible but had to be careful so not to raise suspicions. At any moment, one of the guards could find the bodies or Maier and the remaining bodyguard could wake up and alert the rest of security and they would be on to them.
Liz could tell exactly when the moment happened. They were half way to the front door when she saw the remaining bodyguard and a few friends coming down the stairs. Sark saw them too and they abandoned the discretion. Once outside, Liz looked at Sark, “Where is your car?”
“With its driver, who I sent away before my meeting.” Sark answered.
“How did you plan on leaving?” Liz asked.
“I had planned to call him when my business was completed.”
“Well I’d say it’s completed.” Liz said as she headed to the side of the building and went around the back to where the parking lot was. That way they wouldn’t be in the direct line of sight when the guards exited the building. Sark ambled behind her as they began to zigzag between the cars.
As they went through the parking lot, Liz got an idea and asked him. “Can you hot wire a car?”
“If the situation calls for it.” Sark answered.
“It calls for it.” Liz stated. She brought her foot up and aimed it at the window of the car next to them. The kick was solid and the window shattered. She reached in and pulled the handle, swinging the door open before squatting down into a shooting stance in case anyone figured out where they were.
Sark leaned into the car and used the butt of his gun to smash the steering column. As he did that, he heard yelling from the direction of the club and knew that the guards had found them. He pulled the plastic remnants apart and got to work. It only took him a minute to connect the necessary wires that triggered the ignition and had the engine starting but it was long enough for Elizabeth to fire several rounds at the guards.
When Liz heard the engine start, she left the spot where she was crouching down and scurried over to the door. “Scoot over, I’m driving.”
Normally, Sark would not allow himself to be ordered about. But in this situation, he preferred not to be the driver. In car chases, he always favored being the passenger for the reason being that in that position, he was able to deal with the pursuers on his own. Not relying on someone else while he drove, sitting exposed.
Once Sark moved out of the way, Liz slid into the driver’s seat, wincing as she felt a piece of glass cut her leg. But she ignored it, instead throwing the car into drive and stomping on the accelerator. The car jerked forward and Liz quickly turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting any of the other cars. She ducked down as far as she could to avoid being hit while Sark leaned out the window and fired on the guards as they passed them.
As they left the parking lot, Liz turned right onto the road and causing the tires to squeal as she accelerated. The road was large, two to three lanes on either side and with the late hour, she had a wide berth. Liz wanted to get as far away from the club as quickly as possible but also in the direction of the airport so they could get out of Vienna quickly. They approached a traffic light, and she turned right again, ignoring the red light and weaving among the traffic. When the car was straight again, she gunned the engine and the car pushed a little farther again.
Liz looked around and saw that the street, Wagramer Strasse, was surrounded by skyscrapers and office buildings and knew the area she was in. From previous trips to Vienna Liz knew that this street would lead them onto a bridge, called the Reichsbrücke that would then lead them to routes that would lead them to the airport.
But before Liz could be pleased about the fact that she still remembered how to get around Vienna, she heard a bullet smash into the trunk of the car. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the guards were now pursuing them. “They may be stupid but they are certainly tenacious.”
“That they are.” Sark said as he resumed his position at the window, facing behind them and returned fire. Liz tried to keep her attention on her driving but couldn’t help sneaking peeks in the mirrors to see what was going on. Sark had taken out the gunman as well as the headlights and the windshield but the car kept coming.
Liz saw the bridge coming up in the distance and knew she had to do something drastic or they weren’t going to loose their tail. The street was clear of traffic so once they were over the bridge, Liz yelled. “Hang on!”
Liz moved both of her feet and stomped onto the brake, turning the steering wheel hard to the left. Despite the fact that she had hit the brake, the car remained in motion, spinning the one hundred and eight degrees. As soon as they came to a halt, Liz slammed the accelerator back to the floor causing the car to jump forward again.
Liz aimed the car directly at the pursuing one and sped towards it. She could see that Sark was right with her, after changing the clip in his gun, he leaned out firing again. With the direct line of sight, he was able to take out both the driver as well as the engine of the car.
When the bullet hit the driver, it caused him to slump over the steering wheel making the car veer to the right. Although the engine was smoking and beyond repair, it still carried the car forward at a good speed. The smoking finally gave way to flames as the car smashed into the railing of the bridge before crashing through.
As Liz slowed the car, her and Sark watched as the car soared through the air in a large arc before plunging into the river below. Guilt washed over Liz as she stared at the gaping hole where the car had gone through. Despite the fact that she knew they would have killed her easily to reacquire the information she had stolen, it didn’t erase the remorse.
“Elizabeth, we should get moving.” Sark said breaking through her thoughts.
Liz nodded. Regardless of her guilt complex, she still had a job to do and that entailed getting back to Los Angeles. She saw approaching traffic and knew that they needed to move. The wreck would not have gone unnoticed and soon the authorities would be arriving.
Liz did a quick U turn, and headed back down the bridge. When they reached the end, she turned left onto one of the narrow side streets and headed for the highway.
Just to give you guys a heads up, this next part has a bunch of action in it.
PART 21
Liz listened to the last part of Sark and Maier’s exchange as her fingers flew over the keyboard. She had no doubt that Maier was going to know that she had been there but she’d be damned if she’d let him know what she had found. If he knew, then he would change his tactics and make everything she had downloaded useless. She swore when she got out of there she was going to give Sark a piece of her mind for messing things up so royally.
She completed the last file so Liz quickly dismantled her gear and put them back in there appropriate spots, making sure the heal of her boot was secure. She didn’t want to trip, nor destroy the information she had accessed when she ran out of there, and she knew that she would most likely have to run.
As she finished with the computer, Liz heard Sark’s voice through her comm. “Elizabeth, Maier and his men are advancing in your direction.”
“I know, I heard. How many does he have with him?” Liz asked heading for the door. There was no place to hide that would not result in trapping her with no way out so she knew she was going to have to take Maier and his men head on.
“Two now, he left one in my company but he has been dealt with.” Sark answered.
Liz cautiously started her descent down the stairs, as she did, she heard Maier and his men below. She continued to creep down, making sure that they did not hear her coming. One of her biggest resources at the moment was the element of surprise and she wasn’t going to give that up. She made it down to the landing above the floor that would give her the access back to the club before things came to a head.
Maier’s two guards had surrounded him as they climbed the stairs, but neither seemed to believe that Maier was in any danger since leaving Sark so they were lax in their awareness. And they never would expected a twenty something woman dressed in clubbing clothes to suddenly appear on the landing above them. So she took advantage of it.
Liz jumped forward, grabbing a hold of the bottom of landing above and swung forward. She brought her feet up at the knees and kicked out. Her boots collided solidly with the front man’s chest and sending him flying backwards and into Maier. The impact sent them both tumbling down the landing. The lead man fell onto the floor whereas Maier flew backwards, his head smacking against the hard surface of the wall behind him.
Liz’s momentum swung her back towards the stairs. She knew that she let it take its course, she would be landing back on the stairs so instead she released her grasp on ledge early, causing her to land in the middle of the fallen man. She quickly kicked him on the side of the head, before switching her attention the last obstacle in her path.
The third man had still been turning to follow Maier and the other man up the flight of stairs so had been out of her line of fire. He decided not to try and take her out with hand to hand and reached for a gun in a concealed shoulder harness. As he pulled it free, Liz reached to stop him from getting a clear shot.
The bodyguard struggled with her, managing to punch her once before Liz elbowed the man in the face, sending him down a few step down the stairs. But despite the stunning hit, he still had the gun. Liz grabbed for him, throwing him against the railing. The hard metal rapped against his arm, causing him to drop his gun.
Liz didn’t get a clear view of where it had gone and punched the guy to buy some time to find it. He tumbled down the steps to the next floor that ran to the corridor that ran to the club. However Liz realized the mistake she had made when she saw him scrambling to pick something up a foot away. He quickly turned around, the gun pointed right at her.
Liz froze in her movements, giving the impression of hopelessness while trying to figure out what to do. However it didn’t look like she was going to have much time as he cocked the gun. She could see his finger tightening on the trigger and she braced herself for the shot but instead of the sound of his gun going off, she only heard a small swoosh before a mangled scream erupted from the man. The man dropped his hand before clutching his hand. She heard another swoosh and a bright red stain blossomed on the front of his shirt.
Liz didn’t know what was going on until she saw Sark step into view from the corridor, a Glock 17 equipped with silencer in his hand. Sark had just saved her life. But before she could say anything, he fixed his eyes on her before jerking his head towards the exit. “Come on.”
Liz nodded as she descended the stairs carefully, being careful to step around the body. She reached down and grabbed the bodyguard’s fallen gun, slipping it into the top of her boot before following Sark. They went back the way they had came, passing the private meeting room until they reached the door that would take them out into the club.
Sark hid his gun from view under his suit coat. As he did, Liz couldn’t help but think that despite the fact that he had just killed at least two people, he still looked like he was about to walk into a meeting. The charcoal suit didn’t show so much as a wrinkle. Granted Liz didn’t think she looked horrible but was sure that the fight had left her mused. She wondered how Sark could look so collected. But of course she didn’t have time to dwell on it.
Sark opened the door holding it open for Liz and she slipped out. The area was empty, and her and Sark had no difficulty getting to the public stairs. They hurried as much as possible but had to be careful so not to raise suspicions. At any moment, one of the guards could find the bodies or Maier and the remaining bodyguard could wake up and alert the rest of security and they would be on to them.
Liz could tell exactly when the moment happened. They were half way to the front door when she saw the remaining bodyguard and a few friends coming down the stairs. Sark saw them too and they abandoned the discretion. Once outside, Liz looked at Sark, “Where is your car?”
“With its driver, who I sent away before my meeting.” Sark answered.
“How did you plan on leaving?” Liz asked.
“I had planned to call him when my business was completed.”
“Well I’d say it’s completed.” Liz said as she headed to the side of the building and went around the back to where the parking lot was. That way they wouldn’t be in the direct line of sight when the guards exited the building. Sark ambled behind her as they began to zigzag between the cars.
As they went through the parking lot, Liz got an idea and asked him. “Can you hot wire a car?”
“If the situation calls for it.” Sark answered.
“It calls for it.” Liz stated. She brought her foot up and aimed it at the window of the car next to them. The kick was solid and the window shattered. She reached in and pulled the handle, swinging the door open before squatting down into a shooting stance in case anyone figured out where they were.
Sark leaned into the car and used the butt of his gun to smash the steering column. As he did that, he heard yelling from the direction of the club and knew that the guards had found them. He pulled the plastic remnants apart and got to work. It only took him a minute to connect the necessary wires that triggered the ignition and had the engine starting but it was long enough for Elizabeth to fire several rounds at the guards.
When Liz heard the engine start, she left the spot where she was crouching down and scurried over to the door. “Scoot over, I’m driving.”
Normally, Sark would not allow himself to be ordered about. But in this situation, he preferred not to be the driver. In car chases, he always favored being the passenger for the reason being that in that position, he was able to deal with the pursuers on his own. Not relying on someone else while he drove, sitting exposed.
Once Sark moved out of the way, Liz slid into the driver’s seat, wincing as she felt a piece of glass cut her leg. But she ignored it, instead throwing the car into drive and stomping on the accelerator. The car jerked forward and Liz quickly turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting any of the other cars. She ducked down as far as she could to avoid being hit while Sark leaned out the window and fired on the guards as they passed them.
As they left the parking lot, Liz turned right onto the road and causing the tires to squeal as she accelerated. The road was large, two to three lanes on either side and with the late hour, she had a wide berth. Liz wanted to get as far away from the club as quickly as possible but also in the direction of the airport so they could get out of Vienna quickly. They approached a traffic light, and she turned right again, ignoring the red light and weaving among the traffic. When the car was straight again, she gunned the engine and the car pushed a little farther again.
Liz looked around and saw that the street, Wagramer Strasse, was surrounded by skyscrapers and office buildings and knew the area she was in. From previous trips to Vienna Liz knew that this street would lead them onto a bridge, called the Reichsbrücke that would then lead them to routes that would lead them to the airport.
But before Liz could be pleased about the fact that she still remembered how to get around Vienna, she heard a bullet smash into the trunk of the car. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the guards were now pursuing them. “They may be stupid but they are certainly tenacious.”
“That they are.” Sark said as he resumed his position at the window, facing behind them and returned fire. Liz tried to keep her attention on her driving but couldn’t help sneaking peeks in the mirrors to see what was going on. Sark had taken out the gunman as well as the headlights and the windshield but the car kept coming.
Liz saw the bridge coming up in the distance and knew she had to do something drastic or they weren’t going to loose their tail. The street was clear of traffic so once they were over the bridge, Liz yelled. “Hang on!”
Liz moved both of her feet and stomped onto the brake, turning the steering wheel hard to the left. Despite the fact that she had hit the brake, the car remained in motion, spinning the one hundred and eight degrees. As soon as they came to a halt, Liz slammed the accelerator back to the floor causing the car to jump forward again.
Liz aimed the car directly at the pursuing one and sped towards it. She could see that Sark was right with her, after changing the clip in his gun, he leaned out firing again. With the direct line of sight, he was able to take out both the driver as well as the engine of the car.
When the bullet hit the driver, it caused him to slump over the steering wheel making the car veer to the right. Although the engine was smoking and beyond repair, it still carried the car forward at a good speed. The smoking finally gave way to flames as the car smashed into the railing of the bridge before crashing through.
As Liz slowed the car, her and Sark watched as the car soared through the air in a large arc before plunging into the river below. Guilt washed over Liz as she stared at the gaping hole where the car had gone through. Despite the fact that she knew they would have killed her easily to reacquire the information she had stolen, it didn’t erase the remorse.
“Elizabeth, we should get moving.” Sark said breaking through her thoughts.
Liz nodded. Regardless of her guilt complex, she still had a job to do and that entailed getting back to Los Angeles. She saw approaching traffic and knew that they needed to move. The wreck would not have gone unnoticed and soon the authorities would be arriving.
Liz did a quick U turn, and headed back down the bridge. When they reached the end, she turned left onto one of the narrow side streets and headed for the highway.
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I'm glad you all liked the last part that I posted. It wasn't the easiest thing to write.
BTW, Liz will not have powers in this. The Roswell timeline in this story ends before Ava told her she was 'changed' because of Max's healing. And because she hasn't been around any of the aliens in a long time, she hasn't gotten any flashes from them. As for the Aliens, they will be appearing in the sequel to this. A lot in the sequel actually.
PART 22
The trip to the airport was boring compared to the beginning of their trip. Both occupants of the car stayed alert as she drove, allowing the adrenaline of the night to wear off on the ride. It was made in silence except for when Sark used his cell phone to call the pilot to alert him to their approach. As soon as they arrived, they climbed aboard the private plane and within fifteen minutes, they were in the air.
As the plane climbed to the desired altitude, Sark noticed that Elizabeth had her arms wrapped around her as if she was cold. The temperature of the cabin was not overly warm, the cool air that had blown in from the outside still hung in the air and with the little amount of clothes she wore, it was understandable that she was chilled.
Liz didn’t think anything of it as she watched Sark shrug out of his suit coat across from her until he reached over to offer it to her. She took it hesitantly and pulled it on. “Thank you.”
Sark shook his head faintly. “It appears that you need it.”
“Yeah, this outfit isn’t really one known for warmth.” Liz answered. She had planned to change as soon as the plane’s altitude leveled off and the pilot said it was safe to move about. The plane was definitely comfortable even if it was substantially smaller than the one she had arrived in. On the left side of the cabin, there were three sets of two seats, each set facing each other. The middle of which they sat while a long couch ran along other side. The rear contained a bathroom, and bedroom while underneath them was the cargo hold.
“It does not look as if it is an adequate armor against glass either.” Sark commented gesturing to her leg.
Liz looked down at her right leg and saw the large red slash that Sark was referring to. She remembered feeling the wound when it happened but had since forgotten about it until he brought attention to it. It was about four inches long, running from the top middle part of her thigh just below her skirt all the way around to the back. She did not know how deep it was but it looked nasty. “I’ll get it cleaned off so I can see how bad it is.”
“It will most definitely need medical attention.” Sark acknowledged. The wound was by no means life threatening but did need attention. He reached over and retrieved a nearby bottle of water and cloth napkin that the copilot had provided. He soaked the napkin with the water before reaching forward for her leg.
Liz nearly jumped as she felt Sark’s hand on her underside of her thigh, holding her still as his other hand placed the towel on her wound. The warmth of his hand against her chilled skin was stimulating, like sinking into a warm bath. The tips of his fingers moved ever so slightly almost caressing her leg as he used the towel to wipe away the blood that had congealed on her injury. The wound wasn’t bad, it most likely wouldn’t even need stitches, just a few butterfly bandages but Liz’s mind wasn’t really focused on it. It was directed at the man only a foot away from her, the terrorist who was playing nurse to her injuries.
Sark finished doing what he could to clean Elizabeth’s leg before looking up at her face. She was staring at him intently, eyes almost black. He couldn’t help but smirk, not because he thought it was funny but for the reason why the eyes were black. He was quite certain it was from desire. His hand on her leg was affecting her, something he wanted, to affect her.
Sark had come to the realization more than a week ago that his wish to find out the cause of what he saw in Elizabeth’s eyes had been countermanded by his desire for her. She was an intelligent beautiful woman who was a highly skilled espionage operative. That night she had proven that she was quick-witted and resourceful when it was needed. However it was those qualities that made his task of seducing her that much more difficult. Her body may want him at the moment, but her mind would be inclined to hold an opposing view. He wadded the towel up before tossing it out of the way then looked back to Elizabeth.
Liz saw Sark’s heated gaze only a few inches from hers and breathed out. “I need to get out of these clothes.”
“I agree.” Sark agreed, his voice deeper than normal.
“I mean…” Liz stammered. “I mean that the plane has leveled off and I should get out of my costume and into some regular clothes. It’s going to be a long flight.”
“I did not assume you meant anything to the contrary.” Sark stated.
“Right.” Liz said as she unstrapped her seatbelt and rose, pulling Sark’s coat off of her shoulder’s as she did and handed it to him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Sark responded. “You will find your gear in the rear cabin.”
Liz nodded before receding to the back compartment. She shut the door behind her to ensure privacy before grabbing the bag she had packed before leaving LA. But before she did, she paused for a moment, closing her eyes and breathing deep in the attempt calm her hormones. Things were getting out of control.
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Several hours later now changed into a warm pair of khaki’s and a sweater, Liz reclined in her seat reading a book, relaxing. Sark still sat across from her, working on his laptop. Nothing more had happened between them since she had vacated the back cabin; she had simply sat back down in her seat, pulled out her own laptop and gotten to work. She had silently typed up her report for Sloane about the mission in Vienna but had stealthily eyed Sark as she did.
Liz looked up from her book to openly look at him. He was so intent on his computer; she wondered what he was working on. Of course it didn’t have to be work, for all she knew he was playing a game of solitaire or some other game. But she couldn’t picture him doing that. “Do you ever relax?”
“Do I appear tense?” Sark inquired.
“Well no, you continuously give off the air of composure however I can not figure out why. Every time I’ve seen you, your mind appears to be on business. Even the night in the restaurant you talked about SD6 more than anything else. And now, you’re busy on your computer. So I’ll ask again, do you ever relax?”
“On occasion.” Sark commented.
“And what do you do when you relax? I know that you’ve visited the Opera Bastille so I know you like opera, or at least going to it but other than that, I have no idea of your interest aside from wine.” Liz admitted.
“You seem to have collected quite a bit knowledge about me.” Sark stated looking up from his computer.
“You don’t have to sound so smug, I merely retain information easily. Since almost nothing is known about you, it makes it even easier to remember.” Liz informed him. “And you are evading my question.”
“As I said, I do on occasion relax. I enjoy the theatre as well as the cinema, and a number of outdoor activities.” Sark answered then motioned to her book. “Literature.”
“Classical or modern?” Liz asked.
“It depends on the author and context.” Sark answered. “But I have read a great deal of both.”
“It appears you share an interest with Sydney and I. We’ve talked quite a bit about various authors and books that we enjoy. Since she is studying literature in school, she had a lot of recommendations.” Liz stated.
“I’m sure she did, Sydney is an intelligent woman.” Sark stated.
“Who does not think favorably of you.” Liz declared.
“I am not surprised. Sydney and I have been on different sides of the spectrum a few too many times for her to be fond of me.” Sark acknowledged.
“You mean you have tried to kill her too many times.” Liz corrected.
“If I truly wanted to kill Sydney, she would be dead.” Sark said confidently.
Liz rolled her eyes. “Certainly.”
“It’s is not arrogance that I say that with, merely speaking honestly.” Sark stated before turning the attention back to Elizabeth. “Now that you’ve told me Sydney’s opinion of me, what of yours?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you find me as dreadful as your partner does?” Sark asked.
Liz eyed him for a moment, looking him up and down before uttering, “I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
**Note:The part about Sark's computer is something that popped into my head when watching various episodes. I just couldn't help thinking that Sark looked like he was doing important work, but what if he was just faking it and really playing solitaire? Okay, that's just a musing from my overly tired brain.[/i]
BTW, Liz will not have powers in this. The Roswell timeline in this story ends before Ava told her she was 'changed' because of Max's healing. And because she hasn't been around any of the aliens in a long time, she hasn't gotten any flashes from them. As for the Aliens, they will be appearing in the sequel to this. A lot in the sequel actually.
PART 22
The trip to the airport was boring compared to the beginning of their trip. Both occupants of the car stayed alert as she drove, allowing the adrenaline of the night to wear off on the ride. It was made in silence except for when Sark used his cell phone to call the pilot to alert him to their approach. As soon as they arrived, they climbed aboard the private plane and within fifteen minutes, they were in the air.
As the plane climbed to the desired altitude, Sark noticed that Elizabeth had her arms wrapped around her as if she was cold. The temperature of the cabin was not overly warm, the cool air that had blown in from the outside still hung in the air and with the little amount of clothes she wore, it was understandable that she was chilled.
Liz didn’t think anything of it as she watched Sark shrug out of his suit coat across from her until he reached over to offer it to her. She took it hesitantly and pulled it on. “Thank you.”
Sark shook his head faintly. “It appears that you need it.”
“Yeah, this outfit isn’t really one known for warmth.” Liz answered. She had planned to change as soon as the plane’s altitude leveled off and the pilot said it was safe to move about. The plane was definitely comfortable even if it was substantially smaller than the one she had arrived in. On the left side of the cabin, there were three sets of two seats, each set facing each other. The middle of which they sat while a long couch ran along other side. The rear contained a bathroom, and bedroom while underneath them was the cargo hold.
“It does not look as if it is an adequate armor against glass either.” Sark commented gesturing to her leg.
Liz looked down at her right leg and saw the large red slash that Sark was referring to. She remembered feeling the wound when it happened but had since forgotten about it until he brought attention to it. It was about four inches long, running from the top middle part of her thigh just below her skirt all the way around to the back. She did not know how deep it was but it looked nasty. “I’ll get it cleaned off so I can see how bad it is.”
“It will most definitely need medical attention.” Sark acknowledged. The wound was by no means life threatening but did need attention. He reached over and retrieved a nearby bottle of water and cloth napkin that the copilot had provided. He soaked the napkin with the water before reaching forward for her leg.
Liz nearly jumped as she felt Sark’s hand on her underside of her thigh, holding her still as his other hand placed the towel on her wound. The warmth of his hand against her chilled skin was stimulating, like sinking into a warm bath. The tips of his fingers moved ever so slightly almost caressing her leg as he used the towel to wipe away the blood that had congealed on her injury. The wound wasn’t bad, it most likely wouldn’t even need stitches, just a few butterfly bandages but Liz’s mind wasn’t really focused on it. It was directed at the man only a foot away from her, the terrorist who was playing nurse to her injuries.
Sark finished doing what he could to clean Elizabeth’s leg before looking up at her face. She was staring at him intently, eyes almost black. He couldn’t help but smirk, not because he thought it was funny but for the reason why the eyes were black. He was quite certain it was from desire. His hand on her leg was affecting her, something he wanted, to affect her.
Sark had come to the realization more than a week ago that his wish to find out the cause of what he saw in Elizabeth’s eyes had been countermanded by his desire for her. She was an intelligent beautiful woman who was a highly skilled espionage operative. That night she had proven that she was quick-witted and resourceful when it was needed. However it was those qualities that made his task of seducing her that much more difficult. Her body may want him at the moment, but her mind would be inclined to hold an opposing view. He wadded the towel up before tossing it out of the way then looked back to Elizabeth.
Liz saw Sark’s heated gaze only a few inches from hers and breathed out. “I need to get out of these clothes.”
“I agree.” Sark agreed, his voice deeper than normal.
“I mean…” Liz stammered. “I mean that the plane has leveled off and I should get out of my costume and into some regular clothes. It’s going to be a long flight.”
“I did not assume you meant anything to the contrary.” Sark stated.
“Right.” Liz said as she unstrapped her seatbelt and rose, pulling Sark’s coat off of her shoulder’s as she did and handed it to him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Sark responded. “You will find your gear in the rear cabin.”
Liz nodded before receding to the back compartment. She shut the door behind her to ensure privacy before grabbing the bag she had packed before leaving LA. But before she did, she paused for a moment, closing her eyes and breathing deep in the attempt calm her hormones. Things were getting out of control.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Several hours later now changed into a warm pair of khaki’s and a sweater, Liz reclined in her seat reading a book, relaxing. Sark still sat across from her, working on his laptop. Nothing more had happened between them since she had vacated the back cabin; she had simply sat back down in her seat, pulled out her own laptop and gotten to work. She had silently typed up her report for Sloane about the mission in Vienna but had stealthily eyed Sark as she did.
Liz looked up from her book to openly look at him. He was so intent on his computer; she wondered what he was working on. Of course it didn’t have to be work, for all she knew he was playing a game of solitaire or some other game. But she couldn’t picture him doing that. “Do you ever relax?”
“Do I appear tense?” Sark inquired.
“Well no, you continuously give off the air of composure however I can not figure out why. Every time I’ve seen you, your mind appears to be on business. Even the night in the restaurant you talked about SD6 more than anything else. And now, you’re busy on your computer. So I’ll ask again, do you ever relax?”
“On occasion.” Sark commented.
“And what do you do when you relax? I know that you’ve visited the Opera Bastille so I know you like opera, or at least going to it but other than that, I have no idea of your interest aside from wine.” Liz admitted.
“You seem to have collected quite a bit knowledge about me.” Sark stated looking up from his computer.
“You don’t have to sound so smug, I merely retain information easily. Since almost nothing is known about you, it makes it even easier to remember.” Liz informed him. “And you are evading my question.”
“As I said, I do on occasion relax. I enjoy the theatre as well as the cinema, and a number of outdoor activities.” Sark answered then motioned to her book. “Literature.”
“Classical or modern?” Liz asked.
“It depends on the author and context.” Sark answered. “But I have read a great deal of both.”
“It appears you share an interest with Sydney and I. We’ve talked quite a bit about various authors and books that we enjoy. Since she is studying literature in school, she had a lot of recommendations.” Liz stated.
“I’m sure she did, Sydney is an intelligent woman.” Sark stated.
“Who does not think favorably of you.” Liz declared.
“I am not surprised. Sydney and I have been on different sides of the spectrum a few too many times for her to be fond of me.” Sark acknowledged.
“You mean you have tried to kill her too many times.” Liz corrected.
“If I truly wanted to kill Sydney, she would be dead.” Sark said confidently.
Liz rolled her eyes. “Certainly.”
“It’s is not arrogance that I say that with, merely speaking honestly.” Sark stated before turning the attention back to Elizabeth. “Now that you’ve told me Sydney’s opinion of me, what of yours?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you find me as dreadful as your partner does?” Sark asked.
Liz eyed him for a moment, looking him up and down before uttering, “I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
**Note:The part about Sark's computer is something that popped into my head when watching various episodes. I just couldn't help thinking that Sark looked like he was doing important work, but what if he was just faking it and really playing solitaire? Okay, that's just a musing from my overly tired brain.[/i]
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I'm glad that I'm not the only one who had the thought about Sark and the computer. I mentioned that to my husband and he looked at me like I was nuts.
Anyway, I hope you like this next part.
PART 23
Over the last leg of the trip, Liz was able to pry a small number of details out of Sark about himself like different cities he preferred to visit, some of his favored foods and such but nothing to give any sustenance any of the rumors that surrounded the mysterious young man.
When they landed in Los Angeles, the plane halted its progress to the terminal to allow Liz to exit. There were too many eyes at the airport terminal that could connect Sark to Liz and then to SD6 so as a countermeasure, Liz was picked up by one of the luggage vehicles and taken to a side door where she could enter, then blend in with the other arriving flyers. Once she was done, Liz went to the long-term parking lot where her car was parked and headed for the Credit Dauphine building.
As she walked through the SD6 office, Liz looked around. She was surprised that she didn’t see Sydney around. True, it was late afternoon/early evening and the workday was wrapping up but she still thought that Sydney would be around. She ran Sydney’s university class schedule through her head however she realized that it was not a day that Sydney had classes. So it was for another reason that her partner was absent. As a matter of fact the office was void of several customary faces, she didn’t see Jack or Sark either.
Of course there was no real reason for Sark to be there, she had the information they had appropriated in Vienna with her and intended to turn it in along with her report to Mr. Sloane. She had just become accustomed to him seeing around the office that it seemed odd to not see him around.
Liz approached the glass and metal door of Sloane’s office and knocked. Sloane waved her inside from his position at his desk and she quickly entered and took the proffered seat.
“Liz, I'm pleased to see your speedy arrival. After Mr. Sark informed me that the two of you had returned to Los Angeles, I’ve been anxiously awaiting your return.” Sloane stated.
Liz reached into the bag she was caring and removed the Optec device that held the information as well as a small case that contained a CD. “Here is everything I could find and download from Maier’s computer as well as my report. I think you’ll find it all informative.”
“Indeed.” Sloane recognized. “Mr. Sark acknowledged that you ran into some difficulties while in Maier’s club but he did not elaborate on any of the details. Now I’m sure that the information is in your report is detailed but I would like you to give me a verbal one now.”
“Everything went as intended. I gained access to the public area of the club and blended in until Mr. Sark alerted me that he had arrived for his meeting with Maier. Once I was positive that the meeting had begun, I swiped the required security card from one of the bouncers and gained access to the stairwell that led me to Maier’s office where I hacked into his computer and downloaded the files.”
“As I did this, I monitored the meeting through my comm.” Liz relayed. “I was about half way through when I overheard an argument between Maier and Mr. Sark beginning.”
“An argument?” Sloane inquired, sounding very interested. “In regards to what?”
Liz halted briefly for a minute, deciding what to say next before continuing. “I’m not entirely sure. There was a problem with my comm. Some kind of interference with the equipment in the club possibly, all I heard was a few heated words toward the end of the argument. Mostly from Maier stating that the meeting ended.”
“I quickly finished with the computer and left the office. I knew that to leave the club I was going to have to go through Maier and his security team. I did and a fight ensued but Sark and I overpowered them. However more of his team followed us once we left the club but they were dealt with before reaching the airport.”
Sloane nodded in agreement. “That is a sufficient amount of information for now. If I have any more questions or need more details after I read through your report, we can discuss it tomorrow. Until then, have a pleasant evening and I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” Liz said. She left the office and after a brief stop at her desk, headed for the parking garage. She didn’t see any familiar cars and knew that no one had arrived while she met with Sloane.
After leaving the building, Liz headed for home. Following such a long flight from Vienna, all she wanted to do was take a hot bath. It was a habit of hers, come home from an assignment; relax in a hot bath with a cup of tea or a glass of wine. When her and Sydney had returned from Australia, she had actually fallen asleep in the tub.
So once she arrived at her apartment, Liz grabbed a bottle of wine out of her kitchen along with a glass, dumped her bag on her bed, turned on her bedroom stereo, stripped out of her clothes before sinking into a hot steaming tub full of bubbles. She had been soaking for a while, long enough that the heat had soaked into her skin and she had polished off a glass and a half of wine, when she heard a faint creak.
Her senses went on alert and she felt like someone was watching her. She opened her eyes to see Sark, leaning against the doorframe leading into her bathroom. Liz bolted upright, pulling bubbles closer to her in the attempt to cover herself and yelling, “What the hell are you doing here?”
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Despite outward appearances, Sark enjoyed the flight back to Los Angeles a great deal. The conversation with Elizabeth was a refreshing change of pace. It wasn’t often that he partook in discussions with individuals that did not regard business in some fashion. While he gave up some tidbits about himself, he also learned a number of details about Elizabeth herself that he did not know before.
Sark felt something a kin to displeasure when Elizabeth was required to depart their plane once they reached Los Angeles. But he said nothing, instead said farewell and watched her go. It wasn’t until after the plane had taxied to the terminal and he on his way to his apartment that he thought of a problem he had not dealt with. His carelessness that led to his outburst at Nachtschicht with Maier. He had meant to discuss it with Elizabeth before she wrote her report but had been sloppily distracted. Now he needed to do damage control.
Sark quickly altered his itinerary and proceeded to the SD6 offices in the Credit Dauphine building. He knew that Elizabeth had intended to go there first before traveling home and hoped to intercept her before she spoke to Sloane. But he didn’t not continue inside because just as he arrived in the bottom of the building, he observed Elizabeth entering the secured underground elevator. He was too late.
True, he could swipe the disk that contained her report but he did not know where she had positioned it and that would make the situation more difficult. Not to mention that security inside the SD6 offices was high and they would surely be noticed and that would raise Sloane’s suspicions of his new colleague even more. A situation that he didn’t need.
Sark pulled his car back out of the garage, and waited down the block until he saw Elizabeth’s car pull out then followed her to her apartment. But once she arrived, he found himself tentative about approaching her and fell back to wait for an opportunity. He watched from the car for several minutes before leaving it and approaching the apartment.
The front door held a large window that allowed Sark to easily see inside. When he did, he did not see Elizabeth in the front sitting room but there was a faint light streaming from the rear of the apartment, in what Sark presumed was the bedroom. Now that he had the knowledge of where Elizabeth was, he quickly picked the locks, allowing himself entry into her apartment. It didn’t occur to him to simply ring the doorbell.
Sark moved furtively inside and fastened the door secure behind him. He moved quietly despite the fact that he was confident that the soft music he heard emanating from the rear of the apartment would drown his approach. He moved farther into the apartment, studying his surroundings as he did.
Regardless of the fact that Elizabeth had only lived in her apartment for a little over a month, Sark could see that she had done everything possible to make it into a home. It was the little touches that made it look like a home like the pictures on the mantel. Sark looked them over; there were a vast variety of them. One of Elizabeth at a young age with two people he was positive was her parents, several as a teenager with a dark haired teenage boy and blonde girl and a few more from later years.
Sark knew he was loitering about and needed to focus back on the damage control. He proceeded towards the lighted doorway and went through into a bedroom. It was empty save for a trail of clothes that lead to another room. Sark couldn’t help smirking at the thought of Elizabeth being nude in the other room.
Sark crept up to the doorframe, and peered inside. He was met with the sight of Elizabeth wrapped in a tub full of bubbles, her skin flush from the heat and her upswept hair damp from steam. He leaned in the doorway, unknowingly causing it to creak. Her eyes snapped open and her attention turned to him, surprise and anger flashing across her face before asking. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Anyway, I hope you like this next part.
PART 23
Over the last leg of the trip, Liz was able to pry a small number of details out of Sark about himself like different cities he preferred to visit, some of his favored foods and such but nothing to give any sustenance any of the rumors that surrounded the mysterious young man.
When they landed in Los Angeles, the plane halted its progress to the terminal to allow Liz to exit. There were too many eyes at the airport terminal that could connect Sark to Liz and then to SD6 so as a countermeasure, Liz was picked up by one of the luggage vehicles and taken to a side door where she could enter, then blend in with the other arriving flyers. Once she was done, Liz went to the long-term parking lot where her car was parked and headed for the Credit Dauphine building.
As she walked through the SD6 office, Liz looked around. She was surprised that she didn’t see Sydney around. True, it was late afternoon/early evening and the workday was wrapping up but she still thought that Sydney would be around. She ran Sydney’s university class schedule through her head however she realized that it was not a day that Sydney had classes. So it was for another reason that her partner was absent. As a matter of fact the office was void of several customary faces, she didn’t see Jack or Sark either.
Of course there was no real reason for Sark to be there, she had the information they had appropriated in Vienna with her and intended to turn it in along with her report to Mr. Sloane. She had just become accustomed to him seeing around the office that it seemed odd to not see him around.
Liz approached the glass and metal door of Sloane’s office and knocked. Sloane waved her inside from his position at his desk and she quickly entered and took the proffered seat.
“Liz, I'm pleased to see your speedy arrival. After Mr. Sark informed me that the two of you had returned to Los Angeles, I’ve been anxiously awaiting your return.” Sloane stated.
Liz reached into the bag she was caring and removed the Optec device that held the information as well as a small case that contained a CD. “Here is everything I could find and download from Maier’s computer as well as my report. I think you’ll find it all informative.”
“Indeed.” Sloane recognized. “Mr. Sark acknowledged that you ran into some difficulties while in Maier’s club but he did not elaborate on any of the details. Now I’m sure that the information is in your report is detailed but I would like you to give me a verbal one now.”
“Everything went as intended. I gained access to the public area of the club and blended in until Mr. Sark alerted me that he had arrived for his meeting with Maier. Once I was positive that the meeting had begun, I swiped the required security card from one of the bouncers and gained access to the stairwell that led me to Maier’s office where I hacked into his computer and downloaded the files.”
“As I did this, I monitored the meeting through my comm.” Liz relayed. “I was about half way through when I overheard an argument between Maier and Mr. Sark beginning.”
“An argument?” Sloane inquired, sounding very interested. “In regards to what?”
Liz halted briefly for a minute, deciding what to say next before continuing. “I’m not entirely sure. There was a problem with my comm. Some kind of interference with the equipment in the club possibly, all I heard was a few heated words toward the end of the argument. Mostly from Maier stating that the meeting ended.”
“I quickly finished with the computer and left the office. I knew that to leave the club I was going to have to go through Maier and his security team. I did and a fight ensued but Sark and I overpowered them. However more of his team followed us once we left the club but they were dealt with before reaching the airport.”
Sloane nodded in agreement. “That is a sufficient amount of information for now. If I have any more questions or need more details after I read through your report, we can discuss it tomorrow. Until then, have a pleasant evening and I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” Liz said. She left the office and after a brief stop at her desk, headed for the parking garage. She didn’t see any familiar cars and knew that no one had arrived while she met with Sloane.
After leaving the building, Liz headed for home. Following such a long flight from Vienna, all she wanted to do was take a hot bath. It was a habit of hers, come home from an assignment; relax in a hot bath with a cup of tea or a glass of wine. When her and Sydney had returned from Australia, she had actually fallen asleep in the tub.
So once she arrived at her apartment, Liz grabbed a bottle of wine out of her kitchen along with a glass, dumped her bag on her bed, turned on her bedroom stereo, stripped out of her clothes before sinking into a hot steaming tub full of bubbles. She had been soaking for a while, long enough that the heat had soaked into her skin and she had polished off a glass and a half of wine, when she heard a faint creak.
Her senses went on alert and she felt like someone was watching her. She opened her eyes to see Sark, leaning against the doorframe leading into her bathroom. Liz bolted upright, pulling bubbles closer to her in the attempt to cover herself and yelling, “What the hell are you doing here?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Despite outward appearances, Sark enjoyed the flight back to Los Angeles a great deal. The conversation with Elizabeth was a refreshing change of pace. It wasn’t often that he partook in discussions with individuals that did not regard business in some fashion. While he gave up some tidbits about himself, he also learned a number of details about Elizabeth herself that he did not know before.
Sark felt something a kin to displeasure when Elizabeth was required to depart their plane once they reached Los Angeles. But he said nothing, instead said farewell and watched her go. It wasn’t until after the plane had taxied to the terminal and he on his way to his apartment that he thought of a problem he had not dealt with. His carelessness that led to his outburst at Nachtschicht with Maier. He had meant to discuss it with Elizabeth before she wrote her report but had been sloppily distracted. Now he needed to do damage control.
Sark quickly altered his itinerary and proceeded to the SD6 offices in the Credit Dauphine building. He knew that Elizabeth had intended to go there first before traveling home and hoped to intercept her before she spoke to Sloane. But he didn’t not continue inside because just as he arrived in the bottom of the building, he observed Elizabeth entering the secured underground elevator. He was too late.
True, he could swipe the disk that contained her report but he did not know where she had positioned it and that would make the situation more difficult. Not to mention that security inside the SD6 offices was high and they would surely be noticed and that would raise Sloane’s suspicions of his new colleague even more. A situation that he didn’t need.
Sark pulled his car back out of the garage, and waited down the block until he saw Elizabeth’s car pull out then followed her to her apartment. But once she arrived, he found himself tentative about approaching her and fell back to wait for an opportunity. He watched from the car for several minutes before leaving it and approaching the apartment.
The front door held a large window that allowed Sark to easily see inside. When he did, he did not see Elizabeth in the front sitting room but there was a faint light streaming from the rear of the apartment, in what Sark presumed was the bedroom. Now that he had the knowledge of where Elizabeth was, he quickly picked the locks, allowing himself entry into her apartment. It didn’t occur to him to simply ring the doorbell.
Sark moved furtively inside and fastened the door secure behind him. He moved quietly despite the fact that he was confident that the soft music he heard emanating from the rear of the apartment would drown his approach. He moved farther into the apartment, studying his surroundings as he did.
Regardless of the fact that Elizabeth had only lived in her apartment for a little over a month, Sark could see that she had done everything possible to make it into a home. It was the little touches that made it look like a home like the pictures on the mantel. Sark looked them over; there were a vast variety of them. One of Elizabeth at a young age with two people he was positive was her parents, several as a teenager with a dark haired teenage boy and blonde girl and a few more from later years.
Sark knew he was loitering about and needed to focus back on the damage control. He proceeded towards the lighted doorway and went through into a bedroom. It was empty save for a trail of clothes that lead to another room. Sark couldn’t help smirking at the thought of Elizabeth being nude in the other room.
Sark crept up to the doorframe, and peered inside. He was met with the sight of Elizabeth wrapped in a tub full of bubbles, her skin flush from the heat and her upswept hair damp from steam. He leaned in the doorway, unknowingly causing it to creak. Her eyes snapped open and her attention turned to him, surprise and anger flashing across her face before asking. “What the hell are you doing here?”
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Here's a new part for you, I hope you like it. The bath scene was another one of the first scenes I had envisioned and I liked reading everyone's feedback to it.
PART 24
“What the hell are you doing here?” Liz cried out.
"Elizabeth, I thought you would be more courteous to your house guests." Sark retorted, grinning devilishly at her reaction to his appearance. He got exactly what he expected.
"I am when I have invited them into my home." Liz snapped. "But considering you do not fit into that category, my manners have left me. What do you think you are doing sneaking into my house?"
"If you had sufficient security measures than I would not have surprised you.” Sark stated.
Liz refused to show the embarrassment she felt at the moment. She had been so tired that she hadn’t thought to reset her alarm when she had locked the front door. The thought of her tub had been too alluring. So to conceal her humiliation she said. “Some of us don’t have so many enemies that they have to worry about it.”
“Are you certain of that fact?” Sark inquired earning him a glare. He could see that her patience was wearing thin and decided to get to the point of his appearance. “I'll admit that my entrance is unorthodox but I needed to speak to you. And time is of the essence."
"Then use a phone! I know that you have a cell phone, most of the time it’s attached to your head." Liz snapped. She started to lean forward before remembering that she was still naked in the bathtub. As discreetly as possible she pulled the bubbles closer in the attempt to better cover herself.
"The conversation could not be one made over the phone." Sark stated seriously.
"But it could be made in my bathroom?" Liz huffed.
“If need be.” Sark acknowledged.
“Can I at least get out of the tub first?” Liz asked.
“By all means.” Sark agreed.
Liz started to move about when she noticed that Sark had not made a move to leave. “I hope you do not think that I’m going to get out of this tub with you standing there.”
Sark’s eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Such modesty.”
“Yeah, well I have trouble with walking around naked in front of men that I not only work with but who the government would consider one of its ten most dangerous. Just a funny little quirk of mine.” Liz stated. “Go wait for me in the living room, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“I prefer to pass the time here.” Sark said cheekily.
Liz could tell that he was going to keep fighting her for his amusement so she said, “Can you at least turn around and give me a little bit of privacy? Please?”
Sark heard the solemnity in her voice and conceded to her wishes, turning his back to her. The room was silent for a moment as Elizabeth determined whether or not it was safe to move or not before he heard the faint splashing sound as she stood. Without moving his head, he glanced into the large vanity mirror to his left and caught a glimpse of her nude form as she did. While it was only a small hint of flesh that he saw before she covered herself with a nearby robe, it was enough to enhance his admiration of her beauty.
Liz wrapped her old terrycloth robe securely around her and double knotted the belt before pulling the plug on the tub to let the water drain out. After that she stepped around Sark turned form but Sark impeded her progress and ran a finger along the collar of her robe, his face full of disgust. “Why did you put this on? It is dreadful.”
“Well some people think more of comfort than style.” Liz retorted.
“One does not always have to be sacrifice one for the other.” Sark stated.
Liz pushed past him and into her bedroom. “You did not break into my apartment to critique my choice in bathrobes, you came to talk to me about something else. What?”
“The mission to Vienna.” Sark stated. “Or most importantly your report in regards to the time spent in the club and our departure from it.”
“We just spent half of a day traveling together and you wait until we get off of the plane and home to ask me this question?” Liz said puzzled.
Not willing to admit that he had overlooked this particular detail, Sark stated. “That is not important, what is important is what you can tell me.”
“What about do you want to know about my report?” Liz asked folding her arms and leaning against her dresser.
“I know that you have delivered it already to SD6 and in all probability into Sloane’s hands and I’m curious about what did you recorded in it?” Sark inquired.
“You’re right, I did deliver it straight to Sloane. As for what was in it, I wrote what happened. That the arrangement went according to plan and that I infiltrated the club while you went into meet Maier. That I got into his office and downloaded the files but as I left, I had a run in with Maier and his guards because the meeting had ended abruptly. I stated that you and I overtook the group, escaped but was followed as we left. A chase ensued but that the following car was taken out and that we went to airport from there.” Liz recounted.
“What reason did you give for the meeting ending?” Sark asked.
Liz bit her lip, a habit that she still had despite years of trying to keep herself from doing it, before answering. “I said that I didn’t know because I didn’t hear most of it. I sited comm. problems for the cause. That there could have been interference from the equipment in the club below. I said I could only make out the end of the meeting in time to know that things were getting dangerous and to get out.”
Sark was stunned by her answer; he had not expected the response she had given him. He had anticipated that she had simply reported everything as it had happened with no deviation, not perjure herself for him. “Why? Why did you change your account of the mission?”
“I don’t entirely know.” Liz shrugged. “But I think it was because of the loyalty you showed Irina Derevko. Maier insulted her morals and you defended her. That is not something that you commonly see in our line of work, even for the large salaries that are paid. I admired you for it.”
Sark looked at her questioningly. “You did?”
“Yes. However your little deed did put my life in danger. Something that I don’t take lightly.” Liz answered him. “So do you think you could tell me exactly why you got so upset? I mean, you’ve always appeared to be a master of control and I doubt that that was the first time that you have heard ill words spoken about Irina Derevko.”
“No, I will not.” Sark said simply.
Liz rolled her eyes at his refusal of her question and her irritation spiked. “I can’t believe your audacity. You put me in additional danger because of that stunt! I would have been in and out of that office without any interaction with anyone. But because of your little skirmish, I did and had to fight my way out not to mention partake in a car chase that killed two men and could have endangered dozens of civilians.”
“And you suppose that since I am the one responsible for the situation that I should be appreciative and give you my reasons?” Sark asked.
“It would be the decent thing to do.” Liz stated. “I’m not an idiot, I know that what happened must have stemmed from the personal relationship you had with Irina.”
“Personal relationship?”
“Not of the variety Maier was speaking of but a personal one just the same. Such as a surrogate parent or mentor. Maier was correct that you are young for a man who had achieved such a high standing in her organization, and I think that possibly Derevko trained you from a young age to her liking so that you could.” Liz speculated.
“I must say that is an interesting theory on my past.” Sark approved.
“But you’re not going to tell me if I’m on target or not are you?” Liz asked.
“No, I am not.” Sark said.
“Fine. So now that you have the information that you came for, do you think you could leave? I would like to change and go to bed.” Liz stated.
But Sark did not move towards the door, instead moving forward so that he was only a step away from her. He brought his hand up to her chin and angled it towards him so that he could take a closer look at the damage there. Elizabeth had removed all of her cover up at some point leaving her face exposed to him.
A large bruise had formed along her right cheek and up to her eye, a souvenir from the fight in the staircase at Nachtschicht. He had not seen it before, she must have covered it up on the plane when she had changed her clothing and bandaged her leg. “Such an awful looking mark on an otherwise beautiful face.”
At his words, Liz suddenly realized how close Sark now was to her. His warm breath caressed her face, almost as if his hand had moved from her chin to stroke her face. But the hand remained in its place, holding her chin tenderly as if she would shatter. His close proximity allowed her to inhale what she could only describe as a scent uniquely Sark, one full of sexuality and danger. She looked up into his eyes and saw the same qualities in the blue depths. She opened her mouth to say something but did not have the chance to utter a word.
Sark brought his mouth down over her already parted lips, sweeping his tongue into her mouth before she had a chance to push him away. His tongue lightly danced with hers, stroking and teasing, savoring the feel of her tongue, her lips, the taste of her. She hesitated for a minute in shock before she began to reciprocate the kiss.
A purr came from the back of her throat as her hands clutched at his shirt until they climbed around the back of his neck and head to keep him where he was putting what Liz now deemed to be a very skilled tongue to good use. How he learned how to use it so well did not even enter her mind.
They broke apart, both of them panted for breath as their lips continued to brush lightly against each other Sark taking the opportunity to slowly back her toward the bed. She felt the mattress bump the back of her legs and for some reason; the reality of the situation chose that exact moment to hit her hard and fast. Liz felt her heart start thumping wildly in her chest in panic and she stopped him before they descended onto her bed. She stopped their descent and reluctantly pulled away from him. “We…we can’t do this.”
Sark didn’t reply. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned his head down, gently brushing his lips against Liz’s before applying more pressure and darting his tongue out to taste her again. Despite herself, Liz moaned low in her throat. Her fingers, which still rested behind Sark’s head, itched to push him forward, to press her body flush against his but stopped herself and pulled away. “I think you should go.”
Sark was not fooled by her words, he could see that her eyes were full of desire but was restraining herself from giving in. And while he was positive that it would not take much to break that resolve, he did not want to force it to happen. Not at the moment, instead he would rather wait, and let her come to him.
Although he was not giving up, Sark was conceding at the moment. He simply nodded good night to her before backing out of her bedroom. “Sweet dreams, Elizabeth.”
Liz watched him go and rubbed her swollen lips before muttering to her now empty room. “Yeah, like I’m going to get any sleep tonight.”
PART 24
“What the hell are you doing here?” Liz cried out.
"Elizabeth, I thought you would be more courteous to your house guests." Sark retorted, grinning devilishly at her reaction to his appearance. He got exactly what he expected.
"I am when I have invited them into my home." Liz snapped. "But considering you do not fit into that category, my manners have left me. What do you think you are doing sneaking into my house?"
"If you had sufficient security measures than I would not have surprised you.” Sark stated.
Liz refused to show the embarrassment she felt at the moment. She had been so tired that she hadn’t thought to reset her alarm when she had locked the front door. The thought of her tub had been too alluring. So to conceal her humiliation she said. “Some of us don’t have so many enemies that they have to worry about it.”
“Are you certain of that fact?” Sark inquired earning him a glare. He could see that her patience was wearing thin and decided to get to the point of his appearance. “I'll admit that my entrance is unorthodox but I needed to speak to you. And time is of the essence."
"Then use a phone! I know that you have a cell phone, most of the time it’s attached to your head." Liz snapped. She started to lean forward before remembering that she was still naked in the bathtub. As discreetly as possible she pulled the bubbles closer in the attempt to better cover herself.
"The conversation could not be one made over the phone." Sark stated seriously.
"But it could be made in my bathroom?" Liz huffed.
“If need be.” Sark acknowledged.
“Can I at least get out of the tub first?” Liz asked.
“By all means.” Sark agreed.
Liz started to move about when she noticed that Sark had not made a move to leave. “I hope you do not think that I’m going to get out of this tub with you standing there.”
Sark’s eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Such modesty.”
“Yeah, well I have trouble with walking around naked in front of men that I not only work with but who the government would consider one of its ten most dangerous. Just a funny little quirk of mine.” Liz stated. “Go wait for me in the living room, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“I prefer to pass the time here.” Sark said cheekily.
Liz could tell that he was going to keep fighting her for his amusement so she said, “Can you at least turn around and give me a little bit of privacy? Please?”
Sark heard the solemnity in her voice and conceded to her wishes, turning his back to her. The room was silent for a moment as Elizabeth determined whether or not it was safe to move or not before he heard the faint splashing sound as she stood. Without moving his head, he glanced into the large vanity mirror to his left and caught a glimpse of her nude form as she did. While it was only a small hint of flesh that he saw before she covered herself with a nearby robe, it was enough to enhance his admiration of her beauty.
Liz wrapped her old terrycloth robe securely around her and double knotted the belt before pulling the plug on the tub to let the water drain out. After that she stepped around Sark turned form but Sark impeded her progress and ran a finger along the collar of her robe, his face full of disgust. “Why did you put this on? It is dreadful.”
“Well some people think more of comfort than style.” Liz retorted.
“One does not always have to be sacrifice one for the other.” Sark stated.
Liz pushed past him and into her bedroom. “You did not break into my apartment to critique my choice in bathrobes, you came to talk to me about something else. What?”
“The mission to Vienna.” Sark stated. “Or most importantly your report in regards to the time spent in the club and our departure from it.”
“We just spent half of a day traveling together and you wait until we get off of the plane and home to ask me this question?” Liz said puzzled.
Not willing to admit that he had overlooked this particular detail, Sark stated. “That is not important, what is important is what you can tell me.”
“What about do you want to know about my report?” Liz asked folding her arms and leaning against her dresser.
“I know that you have delivered it already to SD6 and in all probability into Sloane’s hands and I’m curious about what did you recorded in it?” Sark inquired.
“You’re right, I did deliver it straight to Sloane. As for what was in it, I wrote what happened. That the arrangement went according to plan and that I infiltrated the club while you went into meet Maier. That I got into his office and downloaded the files but as I left, I had a run in with Maier and his guards because the meeting had ended abruptly. I stated that you and I overtook the group, escaped but was followed as we left. A chase ensued but that the following car was taken out and that we went to airport from there.” Liz recounted.
“What reason did you give for the meeting ending?” Sark asked.
Liz bit her lip, a habit that she still had despite years of trying to keep herself from doing it, before answering. “I said that I didn’t know because I didn’t hear most of it. I sited comm. problems for the cause. That there could have been interference from the equipment in the club below. I said I could only make out the end of the meeting in time to know that things were getting dangerous and to get out.”
Sark was stunned by her answer; he had not expected the response she had given him. He had anticipated that she had simply reported everything as it had happened with no deviation, not perjure herself for him. “Why? Why did you change your account of the mission?”
“I don’t entirely know.” Liz shrugged. “But I think it was because of the loyalty you showed Irina Derevko. Maier insulted her morals and you defended her. That is not something that you commonly see in our line of work, even for the large salaries that are paid. I admired you for it.”
Sark looked at her questioningly. “You did?”
“Yes. However your little deed did put my life in danger. Something that I don’t take lightly.” Liz answered him. “So do you think you could tell me exactly why you got so upset? I mean, you’ve always appeared to be a master of control and I doubt that that was the first time that you have heard ill words spoken about Irina Derevko.”
“No, I will not.” Sark said simply.
Liz rolled her eyes at his refusal of her question and her irritation spiked. “I can’t believe your audacity. You put me in additional danger because of that stunt! I would have been in and out of that office without any interaction with anyone. But because of your little skirmish, I did and had to fight my way out not to mention partake in a car chase that killed two men and could have endangered dozens of civilians.”
“And you suppose that since I am the one responsible for the situation that I should be appreciative and give you my reasons?” Sark asked.
“It would be the decent thing to do.” Liz stated. “I’m not an idiot, I know that what happened must have stemmed from the personal relationship you had with Irina.”
“Personal relationship?”
“Not of the variety Maier was speaking of but a personal one just the same. Such as a surrogate parent or mentor. Maier was correct that you are young for a man who had achieved such a high standing in her organization, and I think that possibly Derevko trained you from a young age to her liking so that you could.” Liz speculated.
“I must say that is an interesting theory on my past.” Sark approved.
“But you’re not going to tell me if I’m on target or not are you?” Liz asked.
“No, I am not.” Sark said.
“Fine. So now that you have the information that you came for, do you think you could leave? I would like to change and go to bed.” Liz stated.
But Sark did not move towards the door, instead moving forward so that he was only a step away from her. He brought his hand up to her chin and angled it towards him so that he could take a closer look at the damage there. Elizabeth had removed all of her cover up at some point leaving her face exposed to him.
A large bruise had formed along her right cheek and up to her eye, a souvenir from the fight in the staircase at Nachtschicht. He had not seen it before, she must have covered it up on the plane when she had changed her clothing and bandaged her leg. “Such an awful looking mark on an otherwise beautiful face.”
At his words, Liz suddenly realized how close Sark now was to her. His warm breath caressed her face, almost as if his hand had moved from her chin to stroke her face. But the hand remained in its place, holding her chin tenderly as if she would shatter. His close proximity allowed her to inhale what she could only describe as a scent uniquely Sark, one full of sexuality and danger. She looked up into his eyes and saw the same qualities in the blue depths. She opened her mouth to say something but did not have the chance to utter a word.
Sark brought his mouth down over her already parted lips, sweeping his tongue into her mouth before she had a chance to push him away. His tongue lightly danced with hers, stroking and teasing, savoring the feel of her tongue, her lips, the taste of her. She hesitated for a minute in shock before she began to reciprocate the kiss.
A purr came from the back of her throat as her hands clutched at his shirt until they climbed around the back of his neck and head to keep him where he was putting what Liz now deemed to be a very skilled tongue to good use. How he learned how to use it so well did not even enter her mind.
They broke apart, both of them panted for breath as their lips continued to brush lightly against each other Sark taking the opportunity to slowly back her toward the bed. She felt the mattress bump the back of her legs and for some reason; the reality of the situation chose that exact moment to hit her hard and fast. Liz felt her heart start thumping wildly in her chest in panic and she stopped him before they descended onto her bed. She stopped their descent and reluctantly pulled away from him. “We…we can’t do this.”
Sark didn’t reply. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned his head down, gently brushing his lips against Liz’s before applying more pressure and darting his tongue out to taste her again. Despite herself, Liz moaned low in her throat. Her fingers, which still rested behind Sark’s head, itched to push him forward, to press her body flush against his but stopped herself and pulled away. “I think you should go.”
Sark was not fooled by her words, he could see that her eyes were full of desire but was restraining herself from giving in. And while he was positive that it would not take much to break that resolve, he did not want to force it to happen. Not at the moment, instead he would rather wait, and let her come to him.
Although he was not giving up, Sark was conceding at the moment. He simply nodded good night to her before backing out of her bedroom. “Sweet dreams, Elizabeth.”
Liz watched him go and rubbed her swollen lips before muttering to her now empty room. “Yeah, like I’m going to get any sleep tonight.”
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I'm glad that you all liked the last part. I agree with all of you, if Sark was chasing after me, I wouldn't run. Next part is a Sydney POV and then you see that someone else has noticed Sark and Liz's interactions.
PART 25
As she suspected, Liz slept fitfully that night. She tossed and turned, visions of Sark's face and the heat of their kiss fluttering through her mind constantly. When she finally fell asleep, she woke up a few hours later shortly after dawn. She gave up trying to sleep and decided to work out in the hopes of figuring things out.
The rhythmic motions of the exercises helped her to focus and analyze what had happened the night before. How had she gone from yelling at Sark for trespassing to kissing him in under an hour? Hell who was she kidding; it was under half an hour from the time she noticed his presence in bathroom door to when his lips were on hers.
It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to Sark, Liz figured she was just like most woman he'd met who couldn't help but fall for his handsome face. It was what that face, what that mask covered that made the events so unsettling. Because under the good-looking mask was a vicious assassin who killed for money and power.
However Liz had seen more than a mindless killer at times. He was intelligent, and witty, not to mention that he understood what her life was like from day to day. Most time he could be so charismatic that you forgot who he was. But Liz also knew that Sark used that charm to get what he wanted.
Liz stopped in mid exercise as another thought came to her. What if Sark was using that charm of his to seduce her as she thought, however not because of sexual attraction but for personal gain? To perhaps gain an ally in the office. After all, he was still a captive of SD6; it could not hurt his position to acquire a few friends. Then if the opportunity came up, he could use the helper to aid him in his escape. The thought that Sark was using her for that reason angered Liz so much that she abandoned her workout and headed for her shower.
As she washed her hair, it occurred to Liz that she was now more upset that Sark was using her than she was confused about the kiss the night before. She hated to admit it but she knew it was because if she was right as to why Sark was trying to seduce her, then the attraction between them was one sided and Liz didn’t like that.
Liz was still thinking about the whole thing when she heard her doorbell. Luckily she was dressed by this time and went to answer the door. She was surprised to see a deliveryman on the other side. “Elizabeth Parker?”
“I’m her.”
“Sign here please.” The guy said as he handed her a clipboard. She quickly put her signature on the correct line before handing it back to him. When she did, a large white box topped off with a dark red bow appeared in his hands and he surrendered it to her. Liz took it before looking around for her purse. “Hang on a second so I can give you a tip.”
“There is no need, payment and tip have been taken care of.” The deliveryman said with a smile before backing away and heading back to his truck.
Liz shut the door and took the box over to the table where she stared at it for a minute. It was a decent size box although the contents did not appear to be very heavy. There was no card or anything, not even a label from the delivery company or the store it came from. But Liz had a good idea of who had sent it. She gingerly ran her fingers along the dark red ribbon attached to it’s top before grabbing the edges of the box and pulling it off.
“Oh my God.” Liz gasped as she caught a glimpse of the contents.
Inside the box, lying on a bed of white tissue paper was a gorgeous robe. It was the color of rich red wine and made of silk so smooth that it looked as if it was actual wine. Liz couldn’t help but reach out and pull the robe from the box. The feel of it against her skin made her shiver. She had never felt something so soft; of course she had never owned anything this nice. Of course there had been times when the agency had dressed her in pricey items for a disguise but nothing like this.
However Liz knew that she could not keep the beautiful robe. Not because she didn’t like it but because of the person who had sent it. She carefully placed it back in the box and closed the lid before turning to go back into her bedroom. She had to finish getting ready so that she could go into the office. She had an arrogant blonde terrorist to confront.
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Liz didn’t think that displaying the gift from Sark all over the office would be a good idea. She could only imagine how it might look to others in the office not to mention her boss so she left the box in her apartment and went to the offices of SD6. She headed straight for Sark’s office as soon as she arrived.
As she approached the glass door, Liz saw him sitting at his desk so she opened the door then immediately shut it behind her before she demanded. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
Sark’s right eyebrow rose as he said. “Good morning to you too Elizabeth.”
“Don’t try to act all pleasant and sway me away from the subject.” Liz stated
“I was simply being cordial.” Sark claimed. “As for trying to influence your choice of subject matter, I am doing not such thing. I do not even know what you are shouting about, perhaps you should explain it to me.”
“You know very well what I’m talking about, the gift you had delivered to my apartment first thing this morning.” Liz said giving an explanation.
Sark’s mouth spread in to a smirk. “I would have thought you would have been more appreciative, it was the highest of quality I could find. Does it not meet with your approval?”
“It’s beautiful.” Liz clarified. “But I’m not going to keep it.”
“Why not?”
“Because it is not appropriate for you of all people to give me such a personal gift.” Liz declared.
“If you won’t take it as a gift, regard it as an expression of gratitude for your discretion.” Sark explained. He had known when he had chosen and delivered the gift that she would handle it in the manner in which she was but in spite of that fact, acted as if it was a surprise.
“I don’t think so. Because I know what you are trying to do.” Liz declared. “You’re making an attempt to win me over into your favor, to aid you in whatever your alternate agenda is. That’s what that kiss was about last night, you’re using your charm and attractiveness to seduce me and help your plan.”
Sark rose from his desk, skirting around it until he was on the opposite side and right in front of Liz. “So you assume that all of my actions concerning you are with the intention of compelling you to switching sides. Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Liz answered.
“But you have not considered the idea that the seduction is for other reasons? For the sake of simple sexual attraction?” Sark asked cheekily.
Liz didn’t know how to act in response to Sark’s words; they were the last thing she expected him to say to her accusation. “Uh…no. I didn’t.”
“Why not?” Sark asked simply. “You are a beautiful, intelligent, skilled operative. A woman of cleverness and talent, all of which I find attractive in a woman.”
“But…but…that would be unethical for you and I to…have any type of private relationship.” Liz argued, it didn’t occur to her that she had not argued the point that she would not consider the idea.
“But you say nothing of the laws between a man and a woman, the law of the sexes.” Sark stated.
With that said Sark closed his lips over Elizabeth’s in a fiery, passionate kiss, his arms wrapped around her tiny waist, holding her tightly against his body. Even though Liz was frozen into place at first, her body reacted quickly. She kissed him back with the same amount of urgency and need and wrapped her arms around his neck, almost against her own will. She felt Sark swipe his tongue over her bottom lip but he was not asking for entrance, he was demanding it.
His mouth molded over hers hard and persuasive, parting her lips with the thrust of his tongue as he ravished her mouth with his. She felt herself weaken from the spiraling pleasure that poured through her, and she clung to his broad shoulders for support. Yet as much pleasure as she was experience, she knew that she had to stop it.
Liz used her grip on Sark’s shoulders to push him away. “No, this is wrong. More wrong then I can even say, I shouldn’t have let this happen again.”
“You allowed it to happen for the reason that you wanted it to, you desired it to.” Sark whispered huskily.
Liz was in awe of the sheer desire she saw burning more in Sark’s eyes. But she couldn’t give into it. She stumbled back out of Sark’s embrace and to the door of his office. With her hand resting on the handle of the door, she turned to look back at Sark. He was leaning his hip against the desk, a mixture of desire and irritation in his expression. But the desire was still in his eyes causing Liz to quickly pull the door open and escaped the office.
PART 25
As she suspected, Liz slept fitfully that night. She tossed and turned, visions of Sark's face and the heat of their kiss fluttering through her mind constantly. When she finally fell asleep, she woke up a few hours later shortly after dawn. She gave up trying to sleep and decided to work out in the hopes of figuring things out.
The rhythmic motions of the exercises helped her to focus and analyze what had happened the night before. How had she gone from yelling at Sark for trespassing to kissing him in under an hour? Hell who was she kidding; it was under half an hour from the time she noticed his presence in bathroom door to when his lips were on hers.
It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to Sark, Liz figured she was just like most woman he'd met who couldn't help but fall for his handsome face. It was what that face, what that mask covered that made the events so unsettling. Because under the good-looking mask was a vicious assassin who killed for money and power.
However Liz had seen more than a mindless killer at times. He was intelligent, and witty, not to mention that he understood what her life was like from day to day. Most time he could be so charismatic that you forgot who he was. But Liz also knew that Sark used that charm to get what he wanted.
Liz stopped in mid exercise as another thought came to her. What if Sark was using that charm of his to seduce her as she thought, however not because of sexual attraction but for personal gain? To perhaps gain an ally in the office. After all, he was still a captive of SD6; it could not hurt his position to acquire a few friends. Then if the opportunity came up, he could use the helper to aid him in his escape. The thought that Sark was using her for that reason angered Liz so much that she abandoned her workout and headed for her shower.
As she washed her hair, it occurred to Liz that she was now more upset that Sark was using her than she was confused about the kiss the night before. She hated to admit it but she knew it was because if she was right as to why Sark was trying to seduce her, then the attraction between them was one sided and Liz didn’t like that.
Liz was still thinking about the whole thing when she heard her doorbell. Luckily she was dressed by this time and went to answer the door. She was surprised to see a deliveryman on the other side. “Elizabeth Parker?”
“I’m her.”
“Sign here please.” The guy said as he handed her a clipboard. She quickly put her signature on the correct line before handing it back to him. When she did, a large white box topped off with a dark red bow appeared in his hands and he surrendered it to her. Liz took it before looking around for her purse. “Hang on a second so I can give you a tip.”
“There is no need, payment and tip have been taken care of.” The deliveryman said with a smile before backing away and heading back to his truck.
Liz shut the door and took the box over to the table where she stared at it for a minute. It was a decent size box although the contents did not appear to be very heavy. There was no card or anything, not even a label from the delivery company or the store it came from. But Liz had a good idea of who had sent it. She gingerly ran her fingers along the dark red ribbon attached to it’s top before grabbing the edges of the box and pulling it off.
“Oh my God.” Liz gasped as she caught a glimpse of the contents.
Inside the box, lying on a bed of white tissue paper was a gorgeous robe. It was the color of rich red wine and made of silk so smooth that it looked as if it was actual wine. Liz couldn’t help but reach out and pull the robe from the box. The feel of it against her skin made her shiver. She had never felt something so soft; of course she had never owned anything this nice. Of course there had been times when the agency had dressed her in pricey items for a disguise but nothing like this.
However Liz knew that she could not keep the beautiful robe. Not because she didn’t like it but because of the person who had sent it. She carefully placed it back in the box and closed the lid before turning to go back into her bedroom. She had to finish getting ready so that she could go into the office. She had an arrogant blonde terrorist to confront.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Liz didn’t think that displaying the gift from Sark all over the office would be a good idea. She could only imagine how it might look to others in the office not to mention her boss so she left the box in her apartment and went to the offices of SD6. She headed straight for Sark’s office as soon as she arrived.
As she approached the glass door, Liz saw him sitting at his desk so she opened the door then immediately shut it behind her before she demanded. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
Sark’s right eyebrow rose as he said. “Good morning to you too Elizabeth.”
“Don’t try to act all pleasant and sway me away from the subject.” Liz stated
“I was simply being cordial.” Sark claimed. “As for trying to influence your choice of subject matter, I am doing not such thing. I do not even know what you are shouting about, perhaps you should explain it to me.”
“You know very well what I’m talking about, the gift you had delivered to my apartment first thing this morning.” Liz said giving an explanation.
Sark’s mouth spread in to a smirk. “I would have thought you would have been more appreciative, it was the highest of quality I could find. Does it not meet with your approval?”
“It’s beautiful.” Liz clarified. “But I’m not going to keep it.”
“Why not?”
“Because it is not appropriate for you of all people to give me such a personal gift.” Liz declared.
“If you won’t take it as a gift, regard it as an expression of gratitude for your discretion.” Sark explained. He had known when he had chosen and delivered the gift that she would handle it in the manner in which she was but in spite of that fact, acted as if it was a surprise.
“I don’t think so. Because I know what you are trying to do.” Liz declared. “You’re making an attempt to win me over into your favor, to aid you in whatever your alternate agenda is. That’s what that kiss was about last night, you’re using your charm and attractiveness to seduce me and help your plan.”
Sark rose from his desk, skirting around it until he was on the opposite side and right in front of Liz. “So you assume that all of my actions concerning you are with the intention of compelling you to switching sides. Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Liz answered.
“But you have not considered the idea that the seduction is for other reasons? For the sake of simple sexual attraction?” Sark asked cheekily.
Liz didn’t know how to act in response to Sark’s words; they were the last thing she expected him to say to her accusation. “Uh…no. I didn’t.”
“Why not?” Sark asked simply. “You are a beautiful, intelligent, skilled operative. A woman of cleverness and talent, all of which I find attractive in a woman.”
“But…but…that would be unethical for you and I to…have any type of private relationship.” Liz argued, it didn’t occur to her that she had not argued the point that she would not consider the idea.
“But you say nothing of the laws between a man and a woman, the law of the sexes.” Sark stated.
With that said Sark closed his lips over Elizabeth’s in a fiery, passionate kiss, his arms wrapped around her tiny waist, holding her tightly against his body. Even though Liz was frozen into place at first, her body reacted quickly. She kissed him back with the same amount of urgency and need and wrapped her arms around his neck, almost against her own will. She felt Sark swipe his tongue over her bottom lip but he was not asking for entrance, he was demanding it.
His mouth molded over hers hard and persuasive, parting her lips with the thrust of his tongue as he ravished her mouth with his. She felt herself weaken from the spiraling pleasure that poured through her, and she clung to his broad shoulders for support. Yet as much pleasure as she was experience, she knew that she had to stop it.
Liz used her grip on Sark’s shoulders to push him away. “No, this is wrong. More wrong then I can even say, I shouldn’t have let this happen again.”
“You allowed it to happen for the reason that you wanted it to, you desired it to.” Sark whispered huskily.
Liz was in awe of the sheer desire she saw burning more in Sark’s eyes. But she couldn’t give into it. She stumbled back out of Sark’s embrace and to the door of his office. With her hand resting on the handle of the door, she turned to look back at Sark. He was leaning his hip against the desk, a mixture of desire and irritation in his expression. But the desire was still in his eyes causing Liz to quickly pull the door open and escaped the office.
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A Thin Line
Author: LittleBit
Category: Liz centered Crossover; UC
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from either Alias or Roswell. I’m just borrowing their characters for my own sick mind to use for my amusement.
Rating: MATURE, some parts up to ADULT
Summary: Set several years in the future of the Roswell Universe but nothing after ‘Wipe Out’ happened. No dupes, no stupid alien jellyfish, Alex is alive, and Tess isn’t a murderous. As for what happened after ‘Wipe Out’ read on, however for the sake of the story, instead of Liz getting shot in 1999, she was shot in 1994. Also, this is set after ‘Passage II’ of Alias. So SD6 is still in operation, Sydney and Vaughn are not together, Irina is in CIA custody and Sark is allied with Sloane. I may borrow some lines or scenarios from the show but they are not mine.
I don’t want to give away too much or you’ll know most of the storyline but let’s just say that Liz learns that not everything is black and white. Especially when it comes to love.
Here's a new part for you guys, I hope it answers some questions on Sydney's POV.
Oh, and we are half way through the story.
PART 26
Sydney watched with nervous interest as her partner scurried from Sark’s office. Liz looked troubled as she pushed her way through the office and to the nearby ladies room. Sydney looked back at the closed door of Sark’s office but the blonde did not make an appearance.
Sydney had a bad feeling about Sark and Liz, she had seen that Liz’s cheeks had been flushed pink, her lips slightly red and swollen. The unquestionable evidence that she had recently been kissed, and that was not a good thing. Something was going on between Sark and Liz that had nothing to do with SD6. However instead of going to talk to Liz, Sydney left the office with the plan to visit someone else who could give her enlightenment over what was going on.
Irina had already pushed aside her book by the time that Sydney appeared at the glass partition. She saw the concern in her daughter’s eyes and asked. “Something troubles you.”
Sydney nodded. “Sark.”
Something Sydney couldn’t describe passed through Irina’s eyes before she inquired. “Is he causing you and your father difficulties at SD6?”
“No, well yes he is but not with Sloane. He has taken an…interest in my partner Liz, I believe it to be a personal one.” Sydney said explaining her suspicions.
“And you’ve come to me to inquire as to what his intentions could be?” Irina half inquired, half stated.
“Yes. The CIA as well as the Alliance know next to nothing about Sark, only references to various business dealings and contacts he’s known to play a part in. In your testimony, you only make vague references of him. You are the only one I am acquainted with that can give me any type of private assessment on him, the only one who may know about who he is and what he could want with Liz.” Sydney rationalized.
“Tell me what you have observed in Sark’s behavior that makes you believe he is interested in your partner.” Irina instructed, she knew that the interest was in her voice but she did not try to hide it. She was interested to find out what Sark was up to that had Sydney asking questions.
“It started with small things, drawing attention to her work performance while baiting her at the same time, searching her out when there was no business reason to do so. And then a few days ago, Sark arranged to have Liz assigned to him for a mission. He set up all of the perimeters of the mission and had Sloane put the order through. He told us nothing but Dad and I were able to find the vaguest of outlines on the mission but it seems that he took her with him on a meeting with an arms dealer in Vienna.” Sydney relayed.
“Dominick Maier, a former low level contact of mine.” Irina imparted. “It sounds as if your suspicions are correct and Sark is interested in her abilities as an operative.”
“And I would agree that is his only intention except that just before I came here, I witnessed Liz coming out of Sark’s office. Her appearance was disheveled and it was obvious that something had happened inside his office.” Sydney finished. “Now I think that Sark is trying something but I’m not sure as to what. I do not know if he is attempting to seduce her so to win her allegiance or if he is genuinely attracted to her. Is that even likely?”
Irina appeared to reflect on the issue before saying anything. “I agree that Sark is focused his attentions on your partner, this Liz. There are three reasons why he would expend his consideration, to make her an asset to use for information, an ally to use for support, or for a completely different reason, as a romantic interest.”
“If it is the latter, how serious would Sark be?” Sydney asked.
“Sark has never been one to lack for female companionship, however those have always been affairs of no consequence. If Sark were ever determined to have a more prolonged association, he would only be with someone who he feels is his equal. A woman of intelligence who would be able to operate next to him while in the field.” Irina explained. It was difficult but she kept the interest she was feeling about this woman who had caught Sark’s attention.
“With that description, Liz would certainly qualify.” Sydney declared.
“It would seem so.” Irina agreed. “Tell me more about her.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
After his exchange in his office with Elizabeth, Sark went about business as normal despite the fact that he felt like things were anything but normal. Elizabeth’s reaction to his advances had unhinged him, he had never had a woman rebuff him before. And she had done it twice. He knew that it wasn’t for lack of desire, he had seen that in her eyes for himself, but her pragmatic side was at war with her passionate side.
However at the moment, he was required to meet with Arvin Sloane in his office after being summoned. Sark presumed that it was to detail out the mission in Vienna so he was not bothered by the request. He strolled over to the director’s office and entered without announcing himself.
Sloane merely nodded in acknowledgement before speaking. “As you are aware, your partnership with this agency has always been contingent on my assurance that what you bring to the arrangement will be beneficial. However details have come to my attention that demonstrate your association with SD6 may prove risky.”
“How so?” Sark inquired, curious as to what Sloane was alluding to.
Sloane picked up a dossier from in front of him and tossed it in front of Sark. Sark picked it up, opening it as he did. Inside were several surveillance photographs of himself and Elizabeth. The first few were taken the night he had driven her home when she had had car problems, a still shot taken from one of the security cameras in the exercise room there at SD6, and several others were taken the night before as he was leaving her apartment.
As Sark looked over the photos, Sloane explained them. “Security section brought these to my attention after the first incident, they believed that it showed a possible security breach. I directed them to keep close watch but not to approach the subject with you, even approving the operation you orchestrated. However after the most recent set of photos, I cannot ignore this dilemma any longer. Do you care to explain Mr. Sark?”
Sark contemplated his words carefully before answering. “I do not believe explanations are necessary as to my conduct, I was not aware that I was under surveillance.”
Sloane’s face did nothing to show what he was thinking as he said, “You do not believe that you need to explain as to why on several occasions you were seen in the company of one of my operatives during periods outside of business?”
“I was not aware that SD6 personnel were prohibited from fraternizing with each other outside of the office.” Sark stated.
“Friendships are acceptable, romantic entanglements are not. However in your case, neither are suitable.” Sloane declared.
“But more to the point, the occasions you are talking of were not meetings of a personal nature. The initial one transpired simply because Agent Parker required assistance when her vehicle was out of commission, the following one came about as you may remember when she did not answer your page for a mission briefing.”
Sloane nodded. “And the last?”
“The latest one occurred simply because I wanted to verify that Agent Parker had already reported to you the outcome of our mission. I wanted to confirm that she had delivered the Intel to your office.” Sark stated.
Over the next few minutes, Sark could see that Sloane was trying to decide whether to believe him or not, whether he chose to or not was no concern of Sark’s. Sloane was not foolish enough to end their association simply because of this incident. And from that point on, Sark would make certain to be more cautious; Sloane’s security section would not catch him unaware for a second time.
“You can of course understand my concern regarding this situation, I cannot risk any of SD6’s operatives learning the truth about who they are truly working for. It would cause entirely too many difficulties for us to continue our operations with the efficiency that we do at the present.” Sloane explained.
“A matter I do appreciate.” Sark concurred as they ended that subject and moved onto the next one.
Author: LittleBit
Category: Liz centered Crossover; UC
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from either Alias or Roswell. I’m just borrowing their characters for my own sick mind to use for my amusement.
Rating: MATURE, some parts up to ADULT
Summary: Set several years in the future of the Roswell Universe but nothing after ‘Wipe Out’ happened. No dupes, no stupid alien jellyfish, Alex is alive, and Tess isn’t a murderous. As for what happened after ‘Wipe Out’ read on, however for the sake of the story, instead of Liz getting shot in 1999, she was shot in 1994. Also, this is set after ‘Passage II’ of Alias. So SD6 is still in operation, Sydney and Vaughn are not together, Irina is in CIA custody and Sark is allied with Sloane. I may borrow some lines or scenarios from the show but they are not mine.
I don’t want to give away too much or you’ll know most of the storyline but let’s just say that Liz learns that not everything is black and white. Especially when it comes to love.
Here's a new part for you guys, I hope it answers some questions on Sydney's POV.
Oh, and we are half way through the story.
PART 26
Sydney watched with nervous interest as her partner scurried from Sark’s office. Liz looked troubled as she pushed her way through the office and to the nearby ladies room. Sydney looked back at the closed door of Sark’s office but the blonde did not make an appearance.
Sydney had a bad feeling about Sark and Liz, she had seen that Liz’s cheeks had been flushed pink, her lips slightly red and swollen. The unquestionable evidence that she had recently been kissed, and that was not a good thing. Something was going on between Sark and Liz that had nothing to do with SD6. However instead of going to talk to Liz, Sydney left the office with the plan to visit someone else who could give her enlightenment over what was going on.
Irina had already pushed aside her book by the time that Sydney appeared at the glass partition. She saw the concern in her daughter’s eyes and asked. “Something troubles you.”
Sydney nodded. “Sark.”
Something Sydney couldn’t describe passed through Irina’s eyes before she inquired. “Is he causing you and your father difficulties at SD6?”
“No, well yes he is but not with Sloane. He has taken an…interest in my partner Liz, I believe it to be a personal one.” Sydney said explaining her suspicions.
“And you’ve come to me to inquire as to what his intentions could be?” Irina half inquired, half stated.
“Yes. The CIA as well as the Alliance know next to nothing about Sark, only references to various business dealings and contacts he’s known to play a part in. In your testimony, you only make vague references of him. You are the only one I am acquainted with that can give me any type of private assessment on him, the only one who may know about who he is and what he could want with Liz.” Sydney rationalized.
“Tell me what you have observed in Sark’s behavior that makes you believe he is interested in your partner.” Irina instructed, she knew that the interest was in her voice but she did not try to hide it. She was interested to find out what Sark was up to that had Sydney asking questions.
“It started with small things, drawing attention to her work performance while baiting her at the same time, searching her out when there was no business reason to do so. And then a few days ago, Sark arranged to have Liz assigned to him for a mission. He set up all of the perimeters of the mission and had Sloane put the order through. He told us nothing but Dad and I were able to find the vaguest of outlines on the mission but it seems that he took her with him on a meeting with an arms dealer in Vienna.” Sydney relayed.
“Dominick Maier, a former low level contact of mine.” Irina imparted. “It sounds as if your suspicions are correct and Sark is interested in her abilities as an operative.”
“And I would agree that is his only intention except that just before I came here, I witnessed Liz coming out of Sark’s office. Her appearance was disheveled and it was obvious that something had happened inside his office.” Sydney finished. “Now I think that Sark is trying something but I’m not sure as to what. I do not know if he is attempting to seduce her so to win her allegiance or if he is genuinely attracted to her. Is that even likely?”
Irina appeared to reflect on the issue before saying anything. “I agree that Sark is focused his attentions on your partner, this Liz. There are three reasons why he would expend his consideration, to make her an asset to use for information, an ally to use for support, or for a completely different reason, as a romantic interest.”
“If it is the latter, how serious would Sark be?” Sydney asked.
“Sark has never been one to lack for female companionship, however those have always been affairs of no consequence. If Sark were ever determined to have a more prolonged association, he would only be with someone who he feels is his equal. A woman of intelligence who would be able to operate next to him while in the field.” Irina explained. It was difficult but she kept the interest she was feeling about this woman who had caught Sark’s attention.
“With that description, Liz would certainly qualify.” Sydney declared.
“It would seem so.” Irina agreed. “Tell me more about her.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
After his exchange in his office with Elizabeth, Sark went about business as normal despite the fact that he felt like things were anything but normal. Elizabeth’s reaction to his advances had unhinged him, he had never had a woman rebuff him before. And she had done it twice. He knew that it wasn’t for lack of desire, he had seen that in her eyes for himself, but her pragmatic side was at war with her passionate side.
However at the moment, he was required to meet with Arvin Sloane in his office after being summoned. Sark presumed that it was to detail out the mission in Vienna so he was not bothered by the request. He strolled over to the director’s office and entered without announcing himself.
Sloane merely nodded in acknowledgement before speaking. “As you are aware, your partnership with this agency has always been contingent on my assurance that what you bring to the arrangement will be beneficial. However details have come to my attention that demonstrate your association with SD6 may prove risky.”
“How so?” Sark inquired, curious as to what Sloane was alluding to.
Sloane picked up a dossier from in front of him and tossed it in front of Sark. Sark picked it up, opening it as he did. Inside were several surveillance photographs of himself and Elizabeth. The first few were taken the night he had driven her home when she had had car problems, a still shot taken from one of the security cameras in the exercise room there at SD6, and several others were taken the night before as he was leaving her apartment.
As Sark looked over the photos, Sloane explained them. “Security section brought these to my attention after the first incident, they believed that it showed a possible security breach. I directed them to keep close watch but not to approach the subject with you, even approving the operation you orchestrated. However after the most recent set of photos, I cannot ignore this dilemma any longer. Do you care to explain Mr. Sark?”
Sark contemplated his words carefully before answering. “I do not believe explanations are necessary as to my conduct, I was not aware that I was under surveillance.”
Sloane’s face did nothing to show what he was thinking as he said, “You do not believe that you need to explain as to why on several occasions you were seen in the company of one of my operatives during periods outside of business?”
“I was not aware that SD6 personnel were prohibited from fraternizing with each other outside of the office.” Sark stated.
“Friendships are acceptable, romantic entanglements are not. However in your case, neither are suitable.” Sloane declared.
“But more to the point, the occasions you are talking of were not meetings of a personal nature. The initial one transpired simply because Agent Parker required assistance when her vehicle was out of commission, the following one came about as you may remember when she did not answer your page for a mission briefing.”
Sloane nodded. “And the last?”
“The latest one occurred simply because I wanted to verify that Agent Parker had already reported to you the outcome of our mission. I wanted to confirm that she had delivered the Intel to your office.” Sark stated.
Over the next few minutes, Sark could see that Sloane was trying to decide whether to believe him or not, whether he chose to or not was no concern of Sark’s. Sloane was not foolish enough to end their association simply because of this incident. And from that point on, Sark would make certain to be more cautious; Sloane’s security section would not catch him unaware for a second time.
“You can of course understand my concern regarding this situation, I cannot risk any of SD6’s operatives learning the truth about who they are truly working for. It would cause entirely too many difficulties for us to continue our operations with the efficiency that we do at the present.” Sloane explained.
“A matter I do appreciate.” Sark concurred as they ended that subject and moved onto the next one.
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PhoenixFlamez wrote: C'mon, let's get the flame between Sark and Liz going. Fire it up!
It's coming it's coming. Hold your horses.
Here's the new part as promised, I hope you enjoy it. It's kind of a transitional part to lead to get things rolling
PART 27
The next few days were a whirlwind of confusion for Liz. As soon as she had left Sark’s office, she had gone back to her desk and got to work, although she had trouble keeping her attention on what she was doing. Her mind kept straying to other things, like Sark’s lips or how it had felt to be pushed up against him. Knowing he was only on the opposite side of the room in his office didn’t help her keep her hormones in check any either.
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Liz knew that her behavior over the last few days had raised a red flag with her partner. She had noticed Sydney watching her often, as if to see what she was thinking. Had she been obvious about whatever was going with Sark? Liz remembered a few times when Sydney had seen her talking to Sark, such as just before they left for their mission in Australia.
What if she had seen Liz come out of Sark’s office and put two and two together? It could cause big problems, not just with work but also with the newfound friendship that her and Sydney had formed. Sydney hated Sark adamantly, a sentiment that Liz had also felt until recently, now she just felt confusion.
Liz knew she would have to make sure that she was careful around Sydney. Luckily, things had been so busy in the office that she had not had any more encounters with Sark. However she knew that the temporary reprieve would not last, she still had the robe to return. It was still lying in the box in her apartment, where she looked at it whenever she passed it. It took every ounce of self-control to not pull it out of the box and put it on. But she knew that she couldn’t, if she did, it would mean that she was giving into Sark so that meant that she needed to give the robe back.
However things had not changed from when she had wanted to confront Sark on the day he had sent it to her, which meant that Liz could not simply bring it into the office and hand it over to Sark. She would have to be much more secretive than that. Following Sark would not work; he might spot her and shake her off before knowing who she was, so Liz came up with another solution. Go to his house. Yet it wasn’t as if his address was something that was easy to come by, there was only a few ways that Liz knew that she could find it out so she went with the simplest one first.
Liz pushed the door open to Marshall’s workplace just enough to slide her body in before knocking. The tech specialist was busy at work, bending over something that Liz could not see but still gave her a smile despite the fact that she was interrupting. “Liz…what can I do for you?”
“The Crypto program is giving me problems with changing my password and now I’m locked out.” Liz repeated the lie she had fabricated.
“It does that from time to time.” Marshall stated.
“Good, I don’t feel so stupid, what should I do?”
“I can reset it for you. But I have to do it at the server.” Marshall said putting down his stuff and standing. “I’ll do it right now so that you can finish what you are working on.”
Liz gave him a big smile. “That’s very nice of you, I really want to get done and go home.”
Marshall nodded before departing the room and heading to the server room, not even thinking of the fact that he had left Liz unchaperoned in his office. Exactly what Liz had hoped for. Marshall was the only one besides Sloane that had access to the personal files of every person in the office even Sark. She searched quickly and finally found it. She memorized it swiftly before closing out of the file and changing things back so that Marshall would not know she was there.
Liz slipped out of the room a moment later, bumping into Marshall as she did. “All set to go.”
Liz smiled again at him. “Thanks again Marshall, you’ve helped me more than you know.”
Liz said good-bye to him before turning back around and heading to her desk, the first part of her plan was complete and a success, now to the next step.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As she drove to the address, Liz didn’t quite know what to expect in regards to Sark’s residence. She knew that it would be lavish and plush but had no idea what else it would look like. After work she had gone home like normal, ate dinner before changing into a more casual outfit of a form fitting black shirt and jeans. She had then waited until a short time longer so that she was positive that Sark would be there before she left.
Liz had only gotten a few miles down the road when she became aware of that she had a tail. She took a quick right then left turn to make sure that she was correct. The car stuck with her. Liz didn’t know who they were, most likely security section from SD6. She knew that they did random assessments of their operatives but she couldn’t believe her luck, bad luck that they had picked this night to do it. She had finally gotten the guts to return the robe and she had security section watching her.
Deciding that it was time to loose her shadows, Liz pressed her foot harder on the accelerator, trying to put some more distance between herself and the following car. She knew that by loosing them, it would not be counted against her. They would think she was simply following her instincts to escape a pursuer just as she’d been trained to.
Once Liz was at least four car lengths ahead of the other car, she moved to take the next step. As they came to the next light and it turned from green to yellow, Liz pushed the brake and acted as if she intended to stop, the car behind her doing the same thing. But instead of stopping, she slammed on the gas pedal and yanked the steering wheel to the left. She cut across the intersection, barely scraping passed two cars that had been going straight the opposite way.
As soon as Liz had her car straight again, she took the first right, zigzagged through traffic and took another right. A large parking lot appeared and she turned into it quickly. She pulled in, cut across it until she came to another entrance that led to another street and turned onto it. It was then that she looked up into her rearview mirror, and saw that she had lost her pursuers. She crisscrossed the streets and backtracked a little to make sure it was safe before starting back in the direction she had been before she found out she was being followed.
As she neared the address she’d memorized, Liz realized that Sark had a condo near the beach, a fact that was confirmed when she turned onto the street. His condo was at the end of the street, a fact that shouldn’t have surprised her. Sark would want as much privacy as possible; it was why he would have chosen a condo instead of an apartment.
Liz parked her car a good distance away and after retrieving the box from the backseat, she trekked towards the condo. Before she chanced going directly to the door, she searched the street to make sure that no one was watching. She didn’t see anyone suspicious, so she headed up the walk and to the door.
There was a faint light shining through the window so she knew that Sark was there, but she wasn’t sure how Sark would feel about her arrival. Would he be upset that she had come to his place? A place that he would have deemed secure. A man like Sark would not think kindly to her invading his space. However, he had done the exact same thing to her, so it was only fair that she do the same thing to him.
When she reached the door, Liz tentatively knocked on the glass of the door. After a minute, a shadow fell over the glass. The door opened then, revealing Sark. He still wore the same pants and shirt that she had seen him in at the office but now he had removed his jacket and the sleeves were rolled up. He was also sans shoes, a fact that mildly surprised her. There was a glass of wine in his hand and a smirk on his face. “I must say Elizabeth that I am surprised to see you but pleasantly so. How may I ask did you find my humble abode?”
“I’m a woman of extraordinary talents.” Liz declared.
“Something I am finding out more and more. Nevertheless, your actions have consequences.” Sark acknowledged as he took a sip from his glass.
“Such as?” Liz asked.
“Such as alerting your employer about you showing up at my condo.” Sark stated. “I had a meeting with Mr. Sloane the other day where he informed me that we had been seen in each other’s company outside of the office, a fact he was not happy with. I would not be surprised if he had someone following you as you came here.”
“So that’s why they were following me.” Liz muttered and saw Sark looking at her questioningly. “On my way here, I noticed that someone was following me. I lost them before continuing on my way. I made sure that no one picked up my trail, took precautions parking my car, and then made sure that no one was on your street before coming to your door. It’s safe.”
Sark nodded as he pushed his door open wider as to allow her to enter and motioned inside with his glass. “Then please come inside.”
“Said the spider to the fly.” Liz mumbled as she stepped inside.
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Here's the next part for your reading enjoyment. I do want to put a rating warning on this next part. It jumps up to MATURE-ADULT.
PART 28
Sark overlooked Elizabeth’s words and instead asked, “Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“No, I didn’t come here for a personal visit.” Liz stated.
“If not for those reasons, then what do I owe this visit too?” Sark asked. Despite her refusal, Sark pulled the cork from the bottle he’d been drinking from and poured her a glass. He had a feeling that she would enjoy the vintage and he wanted her to relax a little. Perhaps she would not leave then.
Liz held out the box to him. “I wanted to bring this to you.”
But Sark did not reach out to take the box, instead he handed her the freshly poured goblet of wine. “I recall telling you that the robe was a gift of gratitude.”
“And I remember telling you that I could not accept it.” Liz stated as she placed the box on a nearby table, taking the wine he forced into her hand. She took a taste of the wine and tried not to moan at how good it tasted going down her throat. Sark did have taste, taste that expanded to his house as she took in her surroundings.
The room she was standing in had a very open floor plan, the living room and dining room flowed together with only a breakfast bar separating the kitchen from them. Whether the furniture was rented or not, which it probably was, it reeked of wealth and style but also comfort.
Sark observed Elizabeth assessing the appearance of his apartment but focused on the subject at hand. “You are a stubborn woman Elizabeth.”
“Why? Because I don’t fall for you like all the other women you’ve seduced?” Liz asked.
”Why do I have to have ulterior motives? Why can this attraction between us be anything as simple as what it is?” Sark asked. “Or is that still an impossibility to you?”
Liz bit her lip for a minute, thinking of what he had said. Could she have been wrong? Could Sark not be using her for personal gain? And if he wasn’t, then the whole situation was more out of control then she wanted to admit. Because if he did want her, she felt a thrill run through her.
When Elizabeth did not answer his questions, Sark took her silence as an opportunity to push a little more. He took the glass away from her and set it to the side before stepping closer to her, so that he was only inches away. “Do you claim to feel nothing? Because if you can honestly state that you are in no way attracted to me, then I shall back away. One word and I’ll bring this conversation to an end.”
Liz opened her mouth to tell him exactly those words but found that nothing came out. She knew that she should, she knew that there were so many things wrong with it all but she couldn’t say anything to stop it from happening. She was attracted to Sark, she couldn’t deny that, not to herself and obviously not to Sark.
When he heard no words of rejection, Sark tilted her face up with a finger under her chin. She met his questioning gaze, and his eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. As his head lowered to meet her lips with his own, her eyes drifted slowly shut on a soft sigh. Despite the desires rocketing through his body, he kept that first kiss light, testing her acceptance and his control as he teased them both with a series of soft, gentle caresses.
As Elizabeth’s arms moved from his waist to wind around his neck, Sark deepened the kiss, finally allowing his tongue to slip inside her mouth and explore the hot, wet recesses. Her body felt like it was melting into his arms as she surrendered completely, allowing him to set the pace.
Liz felt like she was floating, if asked she couldn't have said she was even aware that her feet were still on the ground. This was entirely different from anything else she'd ever experienced before. She felt one of his hands come up and interlace in her hair, while the other one came to rest in the small of her back, holding her to his body. She returned the gesture by cupping the back of his neck with her hand to hold his head to her as she arched against him all the while rubbing her body to his. Begging to be touched.
His mouth claimed hers again as his hands began to roam her body, first exploring the curve of her back and shoulders, the slender strength in her arms. Finally he worked his way around, and she moaned softly as he gently fondled first one breast, then the other, through the thin fabric of her top.
Meanwhile, her hands were as busy as his, working at the buttons on his shirt. Of course, Sark had worn a silk button-up shirt and in her haste her fingers kept fumbling on the buttons. Finally, as images of just ripping the damn thing off of him began to float through her mind, Liz gave up with a muttered curse, resting her head against his shoulder.
Amused at her predicament, Sark pulled back enough from to finish undoing the buttons before shrugging it off, revealing the soft white undershirt he wore beneath. Liz quickly divested him of that thin barrier as well and with a hum of approval she ran her hands over his chest, reveling in the contrast of firm muscle and smooth skin. Every ounce of his body was solid and his build compact, a formidable weapon when nothing else could be counted on. And yet as she touched him, her fingers only met soft, warm skin that felt wonderful under them.
Deciding that Elizabeth had way to many clothes on, Sark fisted his hands in the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it randomly over her head and into some far corner. Neither of them saw where it had landed and neither of them cared. They were too preoccupied exploring each other.
Sark pulled her close again bending his head to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses down her throat and across her collarbone. Finally realizing that they were standing in front of a window in his sitting room, he scooped her up in his arms as she twined her own arms around his neck.
He carried her into the bedroom before depositing her gently on her feet again in front of his large bed. He had left a small lamp on that shed a soft light over the room. The illumination caused Elizabeth’s skin to glow invitingly at him, begging him to move forward and stroke it.
His hands went to her waist, and he unfastened her jeans. He pulled the fabric down her thighs, his hands brushed the sensitive skin, and she shivered. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze and seeing the desire in it As he helped her step out of the discarded pants as well as her shoes, Sark leaned in and bit her, ever so gently, on the inside of her upper thigh. He chuckled softly at her surprised gasp one that turned into a low moan as he his tongue licked the small wound Continuing to kneel at her feet, he stroked his hands over her legs, watching and gauging her reactions.
As Liz stood there, Sark turned her gently so that he could reach the backs of her knees, and shocked her again as he placed his mouth against the tender skin. His tongue flicked in and out, and she shuddered. "Sark..."
As he chuckled again, his breath softly teased the backs of her thighs. "Patience."
"I’m not feeling very patient at the moment." Liz replied as he turned her back around to face him once again. Her voice was strained; she seemed to be losing the ability to speak. Her breath caught as he slid one finger beneath the lace trim on her panties, gently exploring the heated skin beneath. He smiled up at her as his finger dipped inside of her, testing her readiness. She was hot and wet for him, just as he suspected.
Sark hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the underwear and drew them down her legs, before tossing them over his shoulder in the same general direction as her jeans. Finally he rose to his feet, but didn't pull her into his arms as she'd hoped. Instead, he reached around her to unfasten her bra, letting the thin black lace drop to the floor and then stood back, slowly letting his gaze travel over her body. “Beautiful.”
His voice was almost reverent as he slowly traced one finger down the center of her body, from the hollow at the base of her throat to her navel. Feeling slightly vulnerable with no clothes, while he was still partially dressed, Liz reached out to him. He gathered her to him, kissing her deeply as his hands explored her back, the dip in her waist, the flair of her hips. Her hands went to the button on his slacks, working the fastener free and tugging down his zipper.
Her lips smiled knowingly beneath his as she felt the hard evidence of his arousal beneath her fingers, kept separate with only a few layers of fabric. She eagerly pushed the pants down his hips, and he kicked them off. His expensive silk boxers soon met a similar fate and it was her turn to pull back enough to take in the view.
Sark stood in front of her, enduring her scrutiny with a slight smile on his face, as her gaze slowly traveled over every inch of his body. She could see why he would never have to worry about sleeping in a cold bed, especially if his ‘talents’ were not exclusive to the field.
Liz smiled and flicked a finger across the definition of muscle running down the center of his stomach where a faint path of blonde hair led down, laughing softly as he quivered at her touch before their lips met again. Shamelessly arching against him, Liz rubbed her body to his, enjoying the stimulating feeling of his chest rubbing against her aching breasts.
Placing his hands under her butt, he lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The contact brought him against her hot inner flesh, and she groaned at the contact. Her hands fisted in his hair as he bent his head and licked the curve of her breast. Her pupils dilated wildly as he bit down just hard enough on her nipple to have her gasping, and the tension in her body tightened another few notches.
Sark laved the point with his tongue, drawing the peak into his mouth and sucking gently, then repeated the entire process to the other breast. With a strangled murmur she struggled down to stand on her feet, deciding it was time to return the ministrations. She reached down and stroked a finger over the head of his erection, feeling the slight drop of moisture he couldn't contain beneath her touch. She used it to lubricate her hand as she moved it up and down, stroking him in a way that she knew would bring him the most enjoyment.
Not willing to endure any more of her sensual torture, Sark pulled Elizabeth’s hand away and scooped her up again into his arms so to gently deposit her on the bed. She opened her arms as he followed her down, the mattress squishing softly under their combined weight. As he bit down gently on her shoulder, she wrapped her legs around him, urging him towards the wet haven that was waiting for him.
"Now, Sark." Liz whimpered.
Determined to drag it out as long as possible, Sark teased her clit with the head of his erection after donning a condom, then let one precious inch of himself slip inside. She grabbed his hips, trying to urge him deeper, but to her very vocal frustration he withdrew again, only to stroke slightly deeper this time.
Sark continued to torment them both with his slow penetration, allowing himself to go slightly deeper with each thrust. Liz could only lie there and enjoy the feel of him. "Sark.”
Her voice was a breathy moan as he nipped the side of her neck in response. Finally, unable to bear the torture any longer, he pulled completely out again, only to plunge his full length into her welcoming heat at last, burying himself to the hilt. He groaned at the exquisite tightness of her wet flesh around his and began to slowly move inside her. With arms wrapped tightly around each other they began to move in unison, the timeless rhythm of lovemaking taking over. Time seemed to slow down as they moved, every minute they touched seemed like an hour.
As Sark caught her mouth with his own for one final drugging kiss, he thrust deep one last time and felt the tremors start in her body. Her inner muscles contracted tightly around him as the waves of blissful release washed over her, and tore away the remaining shreds of control. Tossing his head back in pleasure, he allowed himself to let go, even as the tremors of her orgasm continued to pulse around him. After taking a second to relax and catch his breath, Sark rolled off of Elizabeth. But he did not let her go, instead taking her with him.
Still wrapped in his arms, Liz listened as his heart eventually slowed to a normal tempo. She cuddled against him, her head cushioned in the curve of his shoulder with her arm was tossed across his chest, with her palm resting directly on top of his heart, as if staking her claim. Slowly exhaustion took over and she drifted off into the most relaxed sleep that she'd experienced in a long time.
Sark heard as well as felt Elizabeth’s breathing even out until she was sound asleep. He looked down and saw her hand clutched to his chest, her hair fanning out behind her onto the pillow. Before he could stop himself, he reached down and began to run his fingers through her silken tresses.
The night’s events had been unanticipated but certainly enjoyable. After her fighting his advances so fervently before, he thought she would fight him longer. But thankfully she had given in. And now his aspiration of attaining Elizabeth had been accomplished and he had found the outcome to be even more pleasurable than first anticipated. He knew that once she woke, she would be questioning herself and her actions, he would have to make sure that she did not shy away from him. His last thoughts as he too drifted to sleep was that things were going to be interesting in the light of morning.
PART 28
Sark overlooked Elizabeth’s words and instead asked, “Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“No, I didn’t come here for a personal visit.” Liz stated.
“If not for those reasons, then what do I owe this visit too?” Sark asked. Despite her refusal, Sark pulled the cork from the bottle he’d been drinking from and poured her a glass. He had a feeling that she would enjoy the vintage and he wanted her to relax a little. Perhaps she would not leave then.
Liz held out the box to him. “I wanted to bring this to you.”
But Sark did not reach out to take the box, instead he handed her the freshly poured goblet of wine. “I recall telling you that the robe was a gift of gratitude.”
“And I remember telling you that I could not accept it.” Liz stated as she placed the box on a nearby table, taking the wine he forced into her hand. She took a taste of the wine and tried not to moan at how good it tasted going down her throat. Sark did have taste, taste that expanded to his house as she took in her surroundings.
The room she was standing in had a very open floor plan, the living room and dining room flowed together with only a breakfast bar separating the kitchen from them. Whether the furniture was rented or not, which it probably was, it reeked of wealth and style but also comfort.
Sark observed Elizabeth assessing the appearance of his apartment but focused on the subject at hand. “You are a stubborn woman Elizabeth.”
“Why? Because I don’t fall for you like all the other women you’ve seduced?” Liz asked.
”Why do I have to have ulterior motives? Why can this attraction between us be anything as simple as what it is?” Sark asked. “Or is that still an impossibility to you?”
Liz bit her lip for a minute, thinking of what he had said. Could she have been wrong? Could Sark not be using her for personal gain? And if he wasn’t, then the whole situation was more out of control then she wanted to admit. Because if he did want her, she felt a thrill run through her.
When Elizabeth did not answer his questions, Sark took her silence as an opportunity to push a little more. He took the glass away from her and set it to the side before stepping closer to her, so that he was only inches away. “Do you claim to feel nothing? Because if you can honestly state that you are in no way attracted to me, then I shall back away. One word and I’ll bring this conversation to an end.”
Liz opened her mouth to tell him exactly those words but found that nothing came out. She knew that she should, she knew that there were so many things wrong with it all but she couldn’t say anything to stop it from happening. She was attracted to Sark, she couldn’t deny that, not to herself and obviously not to Sark.
When he heard no words of rejection, Sark tilted her face up with a finger under her chin. She met his questioning gaze, and his eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. As his head lowered to meet her lips with his own, her eyes drifted slowly shut on a soft sigh. Despite the desires rocketing through his body, he kept that first kiss light, testing her acceptance and his control as he teased them both with a series of soft, gentle caresses.
As Elizabeth’s arms moved from his waist to wind around his neck, Sark deepened the kiss, finally allowing his tongue to slip inside her mouth and explore the hot, wet recesses. Her body felt like it was melting into his arms as she surrendered completely, allowing him to set the pace.
Liz felt like she was floating, if asked she couldn't have said she was even aware that her feet were still on the ground. This was entirely different from anything else she'd ever experienced before. She felt one of his hands come up and interlace in her hair, while the other one came to rest in the small of her back, holding her to his body. She returned the gesture by cupping the back of his neck with her hand to hold his head to her as she arched against him all the while rubbing her body to his. Begging to be touched.
His mouth claimed hers again as his hands began to roam her body, first exploring the curve of her back and shoulders, the slender strength in her arms. Finally he worked his way around, and she moaned softly as he gently fondled first one breast, then the other, through the thin fabric of her top.
Meanwhile, her hands were as busy as his, working at the buttons on his shirt. Of course, Sark had worn a silk button-up shirt and in her haste her fingers kept fumbling on the buttons. Finally, as images of just ripping the damn thing off of him began to float through her mind, Liz gave up with a muttered curse, resting her head against his shoulder.
Amused at her predicament, Sark pulled back enough from to finish undoing the buttons before shrugging it off, revealing the soft white undershirt he wore beneath. Liz quickly divested him of that thin barrier as well and with a hum of approval she ran her hands over his chest, reveling in the contrast of firm muscle and smooth skin. Every ounce of his body was solid and his build compact, a formidable weapon when nothing else could be counted on. And yet as she touched him, her fingers only met soft, warm skin that felt wonderful under them.
Deciding that Elizabeth had way to many clothes on, Sark fisted his hands in the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it randomly over her head and into some far corner. Neither of them saw where it had landed and neither of them cared. They were too preoccupied exploring each other.
Sark pulled her close again bending his head to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses down her throat and across her collarbone. Finally realizing that they were standing in front of a window in his sitting room, he scooped her up in his arms as she twined her own arms around his neck.
He carried her into the bedroom before depositing her gently on her feet again in front of his large bed. He had left a small lamp on that shed a soft light over the room. The illumination caused Elizabeth’s skin to glow invitingly at him, begging him to move forward and stroke it.
His hands went to her waist, and he unfastened her jeans. He pulled the fabric down her thighs, his hands brushed the sensitive skin, and she shivered. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze and seeing the desire in it As he helped her step out of the discarded pants as well as her shoes, Sark leaned in and bit her, ever so gently, on the inside of her upper thigh. He chuckled softly at her surprised gasp one that turned into a low moan as he his tongue licked the small wound Continuing to kneel at her feet, he stroked his hands over her legs, watching and gauging her reactions.
As Liz stood there, Sark turned her gently so that he could reach the backs of her knees, and shocked her again as he placed his mouth against the tender skin. His tongue flicked in and out, and she shuddered. "Sark..."
As he chuckled again, his breath softly teased the backs of her thighs. "Patience."
"I’m not feeling very patient at the moment." Liz replied as he turned her back around to face him once again. Her voice was strained; she seemed to be losing the ability to speak. Her breath caught as he slid one finger beneath the lace trim on her panties, gently exploring the heated skin beneath. He smiled up at her as his finger dipped inside of her, testing her readiness. She was hot and wet for him, just as he suspected.
Sark hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the underwear and drew them down her legs, before tossing them over his shoulder in the same general direction as her jeans. Finally he rose to his feet, but didn't pull her into his arms as she'd hoped. Instead, he reached around her to unfasten her bra, letting the thin black lace drop to the floor and then stood back, slowly letting his gaze travel over her body. “Beautiful.”
His voice was almost reverent as he slowly traced one finger down the center of her body, from the hollow at the base of her throat to her navel. Feeling slightly vulnerable with no clothes, while he was still partially dressed, Liz reached out to him. He gathered her to him, kissing her deeply as his hands explored her back, the dip in her waist, the flair of her hips. Her hands went to the button on his slacks, working the fastener free and tugging down his zipper.
Her lips smiled knowingly beneath his as she felt the hard evidence of his arousal beneath her fingers, kept separate with only a few layers of fabric. She eagerly pushed the pants down his hips, and he kicked them off. His expensive silk boxers soon met a similar fate and it was her turn to pull back enough to take in the view.
Sark stood in front of her, enduring her scrutiny with a slight smile on his face, as her gaze slowly traveled over every inch of his body. She could see why he would never have to worry about sleeping in a cold bed, especially if his ‘talents’ were not exclusive to the field.
Liz smiled and flicked a finger across the definition of muscle running down the center of his stomach where a faint path of blonde hair led down, laughing softly as he quivered at her touch before their lips met again. Shamelessly arching against him, Liz rubbed her body to his, enjoying the stimulating feeling of his chest rubbing against her aching breasts.
Placing his hands under her butt, he lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. The contact brought him against her hot inner flesh, and she groaned at the contact. Her hands fisted in his hair as he bent his head and licked the curve of her breast. Her pupils dilated wildly as he bit down just hard enough on her nipple to have her gasping, and the tension in her body tightened another few notches.
Sark laved the point with his tongue, drawing the peak into his mouth and sucking gently, then repeated the entire process to the other breast. With a strangled murmur she struggled down to stand on her feet, deciding it was time to return the ministrations. She reached down and stroked a finger over the head of his erection, feeling the slight drop of moisture he couldn't contain beneath her touch. She used it to lubricate her hand as she moved it up and down, stroking him in a way that she knew would bring him the most enjoyment.
Not willing to endure any more of her sensual torture, Sark pulled Elizabeth’s hand away and scooped her up again into his arms so to gently deposit her on the bed. She opened her arms as he followed her down, the mattress squishing softly under their combined weight. As he bit down gently on her shoulder, she wrapped her legs around him, urging him towards the wet haven that was waiting for him.
"Now, Sark." Liz whimpered.
Determined to drag it out as long as possible, Sark teased her clit with the head of his erection after donning a condom, then let one precious inch of himself slip inside. She grabbed his hips, trying to urge him deeper, but to her very vocal frustration he withdrew again, only to stroke slightly deeper this time.
Sark continued to torment them both with his slow penetration, allowing himself to go slightly deeper with each thrust. Liz could only lie there and enjoy the feel of him. "Sark.”
Her voice was a breathy moan as he nipped the side of her neck in response. Finally, unable to bear the torture any longer, he pulled completely out again, only to plunge his full length into her welcoming heat at last, burying himself to the hilt. He groaned at the exquisite tightness of her wet flesh around his and began to slowly move inside her. With arms wrapped tightly around each other they began to move in unison, the timeless rhythm of lovemaking taking over. Time seemed to slow down as they moved, every minute they touched seemed like an hour.
As Sark caught her mouth with his own for one final drugging kiss, he thrust deep one last time and felt the tremors start in her body. Her inner muscles contracted tightly around him as the waves of blissful release washed over her, and tore away the remaining shreds of control. Tossing his head back in pleasure, he allowed himself to let go, even as the tremors of her orgasm continued to pulse around him. After taking a second to relax and catch his breath, Sark rolled off of Elizabeth. But he did not let her go, instead taking her with him.
Still wrapped in his arms, Liz listened as his heart eventually slowed to a normal tempo. She cuddled against him, her head cushioned in the curve of his shoulder with her arm was tossed across his chest, with her palm resting directly on top of his heart, as if staking her claim. Slowly exhaustion took over and she drifted off into the most relaxed sleep that she'd experienced in a long time.
Sark heard as well as felt Elizabeth’s breathing even out until she was sound asleep. He looked down and saw her hand clutched to his chest, her hair fanning out behind her onto the pillow. Before he could stop himself, he reached down and began to run his fingers through her silken tresses.
The night’s events had been unanticipated but certainly enjoyable. After her fighting his advances so fervently before, he thought she would fight him longer. But thankfully she had given in. And now his aspiration of attaining Elizabeth had been accomplished and he had found the outcome to be even more pleasurable than first anticipated. He knew that once she woke, she would be questioning herself and her actions, he would have to make sure that she did not shy away from him. His last thoughts as he too drifted to sleep was that things were going to be interesting in the light of morning.
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PART 29
In the utter darkness of the night, Liz woke. It took her a moment to get her bearings but as she could feel the warmth of Sark holding her, the night’s events came back to her. And even as she lay there, naked in Sark’s bed after an intense round of lovemaking, she still could not believe that it had just happened. She had been weak and given into her desires and even as she looked at the shadowed body lying underneath her, she found herself wanting to give in again. To rouse him from slumber so to take advantage of his body once again.
Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, Liz was able to see the details of his face. Despite the fact Liz knew that he was a terrorist, an assassin, a trained sociopath, all she could see in that instant was a little boy. She wondered about him, who he really was. What was he like as a child? What had his life been like growing up? How had it led to Sark becoming the man that he was now who lay beside her?
Liz pushed the questions away from her mind. Wanting to get to know him could be dangerous. Right now their relationship, if she could call it that was based on attraction and now after tonight, great sex. Better than great sex. She hated to admit it but Sark was the best lover she had ever had. And as long as she kept it in that mind set, that there was nothing between them but the physical stuff then she was safe. Not safe from a person but safe from herself. Safe from falling for the wrong person, the wrong man for her all over again.
Liz was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Sark’s husky voice. “You are extremely tense considering it is so late in the night or early in the morning.”
Liz looked up to see his blue eyes staring back at her, searching her face and eyes in the attempt to figure out what she was thinking about. “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“A fact I gathered from the far off look on your face.” Sark stated. “Do I need to ask the subject of such intense thoughts or should I assume that I am correct in thinking that I am part of what is troubling you?”
“Your observation skills have a habit of being annoying.” Liz said.
“It does not take enhanced perception to know that your thoughts trouble you nor what they would consist of.” Sark stated. “You are reassessing your actions tonight, internally chastising yourself for them, correct?”
Liz lowered her eyes at his words; he hit the bull’s eye on her thoughts a little too accurately. “I should not have taken the risk by coming over here.”
“What risk?”
“The risk that what happened would happen.” Liz explained.
“There is nothing wrong with what occurred tonight, it was a simple affair between a man and a woman.” Sark stated trying to ease her reservations on the subject.
“That just happened to have been an act of treason for one of them.” Liz declared.
“From a certain point of view.”
“A certain point of view?” Liz exclaimed as she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Yes.” Sark said simply. “Remember, while I might have been on the opposing side in the past, I am now willingly collaborating with SD6. So in essence we are on the same side.”
Liz shook her head. “I don’t even know why I’m even worrying about this. It was a one time mistake that won’t be happening again.”
“And why not?” Sark asked with a raised eyebrow as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against her exposed shoulder. He smiled when he felt Elizabeth shudder under his lips. “Why deny yourself another such a pleasurable encounter? Because that is what I am offering to you.”
“You’re serious?” Liz whispered, unable to speak any louder with Sark’s lips on her skin. “You’re suggesting that we keep meeting like this? And carry on some kind of affair?”
“We would have to be discreet of course, as I said before, Sloane has become suspicious of my association with you but I do not see that to be a problem for operatives of our skill.” Sark acknowledged. “But yes, we would be having an affair if you prefer the label. One for mutual benefit, physical gratification. And when the time comes that either side wants to bring it to an end, we part cordially.”
Liz bit her lip with indecision. Sark made the whole idea sound very appealing. She had never had a purely physical relationship with a man, and it wouldn’t just be any man. Sark would understand what her day-to-day life was like. What it was like to deal with the possibility of dieing every time they went out into the field. To always be looking over your shoulder to see who might be sneaking up on you. There would be no lying or making excuses. The fact that not only could she find a physical release but also a mental release with Sark attracted her more and more to the idea.
But there was still a part of her that wouldn’t let her give in, the rational side that reminded her of who Sark was and what he had done. “I don’t…”
Sark cut her off by kissing her. The kiss was unrelenting, his tongue darting out to trace along the crease of her lips, silently pleading for entry. Liz opened her mouth, sliding her own tongue against his as they entwined their arms around each other and he slowly leaned her back on the bed, pulling the sheet away from her body.
When they pulled apart to breathe, he hovered over her. “Allow me to argue my case. To show you how advantageous this association can be.”
Liz saw the darkness in his eyes as they fixed on her, as if he was a jungle cat hunting his prey. She turned her head to the side to try and avoid eye contact. Sark dipped his head, pressing his lips against the smooth skin of her exposed neck before tracing circles on it with his tongue and lightly grazing it with his teeth. Liz’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to suck at her neck, first gently, but then with increased pressure.
Her breathing became ragged and she repositioned her legs so he could settle between them then wrapped them around his lower thighs and knees. Sark kissed his way down to her collarbone and then to her breasts. Liz’s hands flew up to his head when he captured one of her nipples between his lips.
“Sark,” Liz breathed, beginning to writhe against him as he suckled her and teased her other nipple with his fingers. His free hand drifted down her stomach to her curls and Liz practically jumped when she felt him press his thumb against her clit. Her eyes lolled back in her head as he swept his thumb back and forth across her bundle of nerves, all the while continuing his attention to her breasts.
Liz’s nails raked absently across Sark’s back while he continued his ministrations on top of her. He lifted his head, making eye contact with her before slowly inserting a long finger to see if she was ready for him. Liz’s hips bucked and she whimpered when she saw him pull the finger out and bring it to his mouth to suck it clean.
Sark leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue immediately plunging into her mouth almost brutally. As he ravaged her mouth, he rolled another condom on himself before positioning himself at her opening. Before she even knew what was happening, he thrust into her. The pleasure of her slick, tight channel threatening to make him loose control almost upon entry but he reigned in his legendary control.
Elizabeth gasped something unrecognizable as Sark pulled back slightly before moving into her again. He developed a slow rhythm and her legs wrapped around his waist to give him more access. Sark let out a groan and sped up his thrusts, going faster and deeper each time, moving around until he found the spot that made her scream.
He cataloged the angle into his memory and kept hitting the spot as he continued to pump into her. Liz dug her nails into his back; her full-blown screams turning into large moans of pleasure like she had never felt before. Her stomach started to warm with a tingle and it spread through her body.
Liz’s vision went cloudy and her body started to shake with release as she screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Her walls clamping around his cock, quivering as her orgasm rolled over her, was enough to push him over the edge. The last of her climax milked him for all he was worth and he groaned her name loudly before panting against her as he rolled off of her.
Liz laid there panting, her brain clouded from bliss before turning her head to look at Sark. “I think you proved your point, and talked me into it.”
“My performance has always been exemplary.”
“That’s something I really wanted to hear.” Liz mumbled as she curled up next to him again and fell asleep.
In the utter darkness of the night, Liz woke. It took her a moment to get her bearings but as she could feel the warmth of Sark holding her, the night’s events came back to her. And even as she lay there, naked in Sark’s bed after an intense round of lovemaking, she still could not believe that it had just happened. She had been weak and given into her desires and even as she looked at the shadowed body lying underneath her, she found herself wanting to give in again. To rouse him from slumber so to take advantage of his body once again.
Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, Liz was able to see the details of his face. Despite the fact Liz knew that he was a terrorist, an assassin, a trained sociopath, all she could see in that instant was a little boy. She wondered about him, who he really was. What was he like as a child? What had his life been like growing up? How had it led to Sark becoming the man that he was now who lay beside her?
Liz pushed the questions away from her mind. Wanting to get to know him could be dangerous. Right now their relationship, if she could call it that was based on attraction and now after tonight, great sex. Better than great sex. She hated to admit it but Sark was the best lover she had ever had. And as long as she kept it in that mind set, that there was nothing between them but the physical stuff then she was safe. Not safe from a person but safe from herself. Safe from falling for the wrong person, the wrong man for her all over again.
Liz was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Sark’s husky voice. “You are extremely tense considering it is so late in the night or early in the morning.”
Liz looked up to see his blue eyes staring back at her, searching her face and eyes in the attempt to figure out what she was thinking about. “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“A fact I gathered from the far off look on your face.” Sark stated. “Do I need to ask the subject of such intense thoughts or should I assume that I am correct in thinking that I am part of what is troubling you?”
“Your observation skills have a habit of being annoying.” Liz said.
“It does not take enhanced perception to know that your thoughts trouble you nor what they would consist of.” Sark stated. “You are reassessing your actions tonight, internally chastising yourself for them, correct?”
Liz lowered her eyes at his words; he hit the bull’s eye on her thoughts a little too accurately. “I should not have taken the risk by coming over here.”
“What risk?”
“The risk that what happened would happen.” Liz explained.
“There is nothing wrong with what occurred tonight, it was a simple affair between a man and a woman.” Sark stated trying to ease her reservations on the subject.
“That just happened to have been an act of treason for one of them.” Liz declared.
“From a certain point of view.”
“A certain point of view?” Liz exclaimed as she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Yes.” Sark said simply. “Remember, while I might have been on the opposing side in the past, I am now willingly collaborating with SD6. So in essence we are on the same side.”
Liz shook her head. “I don’t even know why I’m even worrying about this. It was a one time mistake that won’t be happening again.”
“And why not?” Sark asked with a raised eyebrow as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against her exposed shoulder. He smiled when he felt Elizabeth shudder under his lips. “Why deny yourself another such a pleasurable encounter? Because that is what I am offering to you.”
“You’re serious?” Liz whispered, unable to speak any louder with Sark’s lips on her skin. “You’re suggesting that we keep meeting like this? And carry on some kind of affair?”
“We would have to be discreet of course, as I said before, Sloane has become suspicious of my association with you but I do not see that to be a problem for operatives of our skill.” Sark acknowledged. “But yes, we would be having an affair if you prefer the label. One for mutual benefit, physical gratification. And when the time comes that either side wants to bring it to an end, we part cordially.”
Liz bit her lip with indecision. Sark made the whole idea sound very appealing. She had never had a purely physical relationship with a man, and it wouldn’t just be any man. Sark would understand what her day-to-day life was like. What it was like to deal with the possibility of dieing every time they went out into the field. To always be looking over your shoulder to see who might be sneaking up on you. There would be no lying or making excuses. The fact that not only could she find a physical release but also a mental release with Sark attracted her more and more to the idea.
But there was still a part of her that wouldn’t let her give in, the rational side that reminded her of who Sark was and what he had done. “I don’t…”
Sark cut her off by kissing her. The kiss was unrelenting, his tongue darting out to trace along the crease of her lips, silently pleading for entry. Liz opened her mouth, sliding her own tongue against his as they entwined their arms around each other and he slowly leaned her back on the bed, pulling the sheet away from her body.
When they pulled apart to breathe, he hovered over her. “Allow me to argue my case. To show you how advantageous this association can be.”
Liz saw the darkness in his eyes as they fixed on her, as if he was a jungle cat hunting his prey. She turned her head to the side to try and avoid eye contact. Sark dipped his head, pressing his lips against the smooth skin of her exposed neck before tracing circles on it with his tongue and lightly grazing it with his teeth. Liz’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to suck at her neck, first gently, but then with increased pressure.
Her breathing became ragged and she repositioned her legs so he could settle between them then wrapped them around his lower thighs and knees. Sark kissed his way down to her collarbone and then to her breasts. Liz’s hands flew up to his head when he captured one of her nipples between his lips.
“Sark,” Liz breathed, beginning to writhe against him as he suckled her and teased her other nipple with his fingers. His free hand drifted down her stomach to her curls and Liz practically jumped when she felt him press his thumb against her clit. Her eyes lolled back in her head as he swept his thumb back and forth across her bundle of nerves, all the while continuing his attention to her breasts.
Liz’s nails raked absently across Sark’s back while he continued his ministrations on top of her. He lifted his head, making eye contact with her before slowly inserting a long finger to see if she was ready for him. Liz’s hips bucked and she whimpered when she saw him pull the finger out and bring it to his mouth to suck it clean.
Sark leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue immediately plunging into her mouth almost brutally. As he ravaged her mouth, he rolled another condom on himself before positioning himself at her opening. Before she even knew what was happening, he thrust into her. The pleasure of her slick, tight channel threatening to make him loose control almost upon entry but he reigned in his legendary control.
Elizabeth gasped something unrecognizable as Sark pulled back slightly before moving into her again. He developed a slow rhythm and her legs wrapped around his waist to give him more access. Sark let out a groan and sped up his thrusts, going faster and deeper each time, moving around until he found the spot that made her scream.
He cataloged the angle into his memory and kept hitting the spot as he continued to pump into her. Liz dug her nails into his back; her full-blown screams turning into large moans of pleasure like she had never felt before. Her stomach started to warm with a tingle and it spread through her body.
Liz’s vision went cloudy and her body started to shake with release as she screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Her walls clamping around his cock, quivering as her orgasm rolled over her, was enough to push him over the edge. The last of her climax milked him for all he was worth and he groaned her name loudly before panting against her as he rolled off of her.
Liz laid there panting, her brain clouded from bliss before turning her head to look at Sark. “I think you proved your point, and talked me into it.”
“My performance has always been exemplary.”
“That’s something I really wanted to hear.” Liz mumbled as she curled up next to him again and fell asleep.
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