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JJ Challenge
1.
Handcuffs, Mister
Lips came crashing down on hers as soon as the door closed behind them and she could barely contain her laughter, the sounds shaking in her own mouth and in his. Unable to fight another fit of giggles, she broke away, laughing, head tilted up towards the ceiling in unabashed mirth.
"Syd? What's so funny? We've just come out of the single most boring debrief in history- not to mention the longest- and I feel drained. So why are you still laughing?"
Grinning, she placed her hands on either side of his head and kissed his lips with a loud smack. "Am I not allowed to be happy?"
"Of course you are… but to be so ebullient that you feel the need to disrupt me when I'm kissing you causes me worry. And… now I'm nervous that it's something I did."
Hearing his words cracked her up again. "Yes Michael Vaughn. You are my God. My entire universe revolves around you and there is no possible way that I could be laughing about anything else," she said with a mocking tone of voice and an arched eyebrow. Then she sobered, "I was happy on the way home."
He smiled, letting his thumb slide across her cheek. "Yeah. I noticed you smiling… it felt really great to see you smile."
She looked up at him, grinning her you're-so-sweet-Vaughn smile. "The thing is… well I was happy because I was in the passenger's seat for once."
This time it was his turn to look confused. "Wait… explain this… are you having a fight with the steering wheel or something? Or have you just realized yourself what an incredibly scary driver you are when you're chasing someone regardless of who you have in your passenger seat?"
She smirked. "You're so cocky, Vaughn. You're lucky that I love you or you'd probably be getting kicked out right about now. Anyway, what I was going to say was that I was happy because it meant that I wasn't driving- not for the reason you said though-. For the first time in a long time, someone else – this would be you- was taking care of me and allowing me to give them my trust." She looked up into his now serious eyes. "It's been a while since I let anyone into my life, Vaughn. I mean really into my life. And now that's you're the proverbial and literal driver… it makes me feel happy… and surprisingly safe knowing that you're there."
There was a short moment of thought and reflection on Vaughn's part before he softly bent down to kiss her again, this time soft and sweet, a kiss of gratefulness. "I'll always be there, Syd," he murmured into her lips.
When they separated however, the same glint appeared in his eyes. "So you were laughing about me. Because I am the center of your universe."
Sydney shook her head. "No, actually I was smiling because of you… I was laughing because I now understand why my father had such a weird look on his face." She leaned in closer to whisper into his ear, "Your fly's open, sweetie. Nice to know you love me though."
Vaughn flushed a deep red and looked down, shaking his head. "God… I'll never be able to look your father in the eye again." He reached down to pull up his zipper but she stopped him with a touch of her hand.
"How about… how about we just leave that undone. It'll save us time later. I won't laugh anymore, I promise," she said with a mischievous grin.
He laughed. "Why Agent Bristow, what on earth can you be imply-"
"-Shut up and kiss me."
He obliged, a smile on his lips. As he moved to kiss the side of her neck, she started to shake with laughter once more. "God… your fly already undone… things are changing Mister. This is just kinky. What's next? Handcuffs?"
His muted laughter sent a rush of hot air spreading across her skin and she stopped speaking then and let him concentrate.
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