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Illusions series by Rhienelleth (NC-17)
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manada, and I'll be your Alias supplier this month. Just an FYI, I'm a Sarkney fan, so most of my recs will have that slant. So without further ado...
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Sark/Sydney (aka Sarkney)
Author on LJ:rhienelleth
Author Website: rhien elleth ... right here, right now
Why this must be read:
The first fic in this series was my introduction to Alias fanfiction. Looking back, I think I was finally prompted to look for Sark/Sydney fic by their interaction in 2.4 Dead Drop (the Russian military proposition). It was one of very few Sark/Sydney stories available at the time, and lucky for all concerned, it's wonderful. This is most definitely AU, written long before we knew Sark's first name, long before we knew his lineage, long before...a lot of things. But it's still at the top of my favorites list.
He reached out and picked it up, went to slide it into a pocket of his suit, and realized at that moment that his Armani was likely ruined. Feathers and blood stains clung to his back, vestiges of his roll across the bed. He scowled. Damn it to hell.
"You tried to kill me." Even to him, the words sounded almost petulantly accusing. "And after I did you a favor."
"A favor?" Her eyes widened with incredulity. "Is that what you call it? I call it butting in where you're not wanted." She shrugged, a quick movement of her shoulders that abruptly, inexplicably, made him aware of every inch of the athletic, lithe body pressed beneath him. "Besides," she continued coolly, "I recall several occasions when you've tried to kill me, Mr. Sark."
He leaned forward deliberately, until he was close enough to feel her breath on his skin, to watch his tickle the hair at the nape of her neck as he bent over her ear. He whispered, his tone deliberately sensual, his lips close enough to brush the sensitive skin of her throat as he spoke, making her shiver. "If I'd ever really tried to kill you, Sydney," he paused, listened to her breathing, pleased that it wasn't quite regular, "you'd be dead."
Illusions series
1. Illusions
2. Dreams
3. Fantasies
4. Revelations
5. Shadows
manada, and I'll be your Alias supplier this month. Just an FYI, I'm a Sarkney fan, so most of my recs will have that slant. So without further ado...Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Sark/Sydney (aka Sarkney)
Author on LJ:
rhienellethAuthor Website: rhien elleth ... right here, right now
Why this must be read:
The first fic in this series was my introduction to Alias fanfiction. Looking back, I think I was finally prompted to look for Sark/Sydney fic by their interaction in 2.4 Dead Drop (the Russian military proposition). It was one of very few Sark/Sydney stories available at the time, and lucky for all concerned, it's wonderful. This is most definitely AU, written long before we knew Sark's first name, long before we knew his lineage, long before...a lot of things. But it's still at the top of my favorites list.
He reached out and picked it up, went to slide it into a pocket of his suit, and realized at that moment that his Armani was likely ruined. Feathers and blood stains clung to his back, vestiges of his roll across the bed. He scowled. Damn it to hell.
"You tried to kill me." Even to him, the words sounded almost petulantly accusing. "And after I did you a favor."
"A favor?" Her eyes widened with incredulity. "Is that what you call it? I call it butting in where you're not wanted." She shrugged, a quick movement of her shoulders that abruptly, inexplicably, made him aware of every inch of the athletic, lithe body pressed beneath him. "Besides," she continued coolly, "I recall several occasions when you've tried to kill me, Mr. Sark."
He leaned forward deliberately, until he was close enough to feel her breath on his skin, to watch his tickle the hair at the nape of her neck as he bent over her ear. He whispered, his tone deliberately sensual, his lips close enough to brush the sensitive skin of her throat as he spoke, making her shiver. "If I'd ever really tried to kill you, Sydney," he paused, listened to her breathing, pleased that it wasn't quite regular, "you'd be dead."
Illusions series
1. Illusions
2. Dreams
3. Fantasies
4. Revelations
5. Shadows