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No Regrets

By Rach

Setting: After the kissage in season one’s Parity – like, right after.
Pairing: Syd/Will
Rating: PG
Challenge: “I just want kissin'. And smut. Kissin' and smut. And Will being adorable, but that's a given when you write Will.”
Note: So I wrote it in the end … but you knew I would, didn’t you? Merry Christmas, my dear! It came out angstier than you probably wanted for the start, but I think the end made up for it!

Sydney walked into her room and closed the door behind her, still in shock about what had just happened. She’d kissed Will. She’d kissed Will. This couldn’t end up well for their friendship, right? Especially not if you went by the lame excuses he’d made up before practically running out of the apartment less than five minutes after it had happened.

A tap on her door stirred her from her thoughts, and she turned away from the window she hadn’t even noticed she’d been staring out of. Expecting to see Francie behind the door, she yelled for them to come in – she could use a chat, anyway.

“Syd?” Will whispered, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Will? I thought you left … I know you left. I saw you go.”

“I came back. Francie let me in – I told her I forgot something. Which is true.”

Sydney had a fair idea of what was coming next. “What was that?”

“To sort this out with you.” He stepped towards her. “It would break my heart completely if I lost your friendship over this.”

She let out a sigh, her fingers absently playing with the mug of cold tea that she’d picked up from her dresser. She couldn’t remember leaving it there; it was in the mug Francie had bought her the day she and Danny had gotten engaged. The one with the squirrel on it. Her favourite. It wasn’t like her; she always washed that one out right away, in case the tea stained it. She realised Will was staring at her, and she was thinking about anything but him to avoid the subject. “That would never happen,” she started, realising the second she started to speak exactly what it was she wanted to say, and why she was having so much trouble saying it. She stepped towards him. “Will? If I hadn’t have reacted the way I did, would you have regretted kissing me?”

Will looked down. “Honestly? Not one bit.”

Letting out a breath Sydney hadn’t known she’d been holding, she walked up to him and slipped her arms around his neck. “Then I’m sorry for reacting the way I did.” Pulling his head towards hers, she kissed him gently on the lips. Once he’d gotten over his initial shock, he wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her back. When her hands slipped under his shirt he lost control, knowing this was what he’d wanted since almost the day he met Sydney, and soon clothes were strewn all over Syd’s room. Still kissing, they walked towards the door, and Syd took her hands away from Will long enough to turn the key in the lock. Pushing Will against the bed, she was soon sitting astride him, her hands dying to get inside his pants and his fingers working at her bra.

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