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You captivate me, something about you has got me

It was one of those parties they always had to attend to and one both of them never enjoyed, but tonight Sasha was going to make it more interesting. He was determined to torture her as much as she did him, taunting him day in, day out during practice. Always putting a bit more sway into her hips than necessary, always seductively smiling at him. Making him want to take her right there and then, but never being able to. After Worlds something had changed in their relationship, he didn't know why, but he didn't mind it either. But lately she had been teasing him exceedingly, driving him crazy with lust for his number one gymnast. She knows exactly what she's doing to him and tonight it's time for payback, he's going to make sure she'll pay.

Normally he wouldn't take a second look at what he's wearing to an occasion like this one, but tonight he takes his best dress shirt and trousers out of his closet. Searches for the right tie and shoes. Puts a little more effort in ruffling his hair. When he's done he takes a look in his mirror, he can't help but smile, she won't know what hit her. Glancing at the clock he notices he has to hurry if he wants to beat her to the event. Grabbing his keys and leather jacket he hurries to his truck, she could easily come with him after practice whenever everybody's left. He thought about it many times, but never overstepped that boundary. What he would do if she suggested it tonight he has no idea, only time will tell.

When he arrives at the building her car is already parked and he smiles to himself, she'll never be late to anything in her life. He checks his looks for the last time and then walks in. He ignores the look Summer gives him. She had her chance, blew it and blamed him. He's so over her and he doesn't regret it for a second. When a waiter walks by he grabs a glass, if he's going through with this he needs a bit to relax his nerves. He laughs quietly to himself. Never has he been nervous to approach a woman, but then again, he never met a woman like Payson before.

He spots her halfway through the crowd. There are a lot of people, but he only has eyes for her. He was planning on torturing her, but when he takes her in he knows she has beaten him. The dress she's wearing hugs her body like a second skin, it makes him swallow roughly. When he looks down he notices the shoes she's wearing and he nearly chokes on his drink. How does she even own shoes like that? How can she walk on those? That is an outfit Lauren could have worn, but she could never have done it justice like Payson. When he recovers from his first shock he slowly makes his way over to her. It doesn't take her long to realize he's approaching her. Her smokey eyes travel up and down his body quickly and he knows he has succeeded as well. A small smile appears on her face, as if she knows exactly what he's doing.

'Good evening Payson.' He says politely when he comes to stand next to her.

'Hello Sasha.' She answers back. To everybody else they seem like the normal coach and athlete, but he hears the tone in her voice, the low purr that's barely there, coursing through his body like somebody just shocked him with a taser. He decides to pretend he didn't hear it and hopes his face isn't betraying him. It surprises him how easy they fell into this little game. Never having uttered a word about their true feeling or act upon it besides the teasing. He greets some other gymnasts who are standing with Payson, but quickly retreats to a less crowded area.

Soon everybody has arrived and the party really begins. The lights are barely providing enough light to see each other properly and he is grateful for it. This gives him the opportunity to start his torture. He knows she'll never dare to touch him in such a public place or anywhere else for that matter, but he isn't. He's leaning against one of the end walls, almost entirely covered in the dark, an excellent place to keep an eye on her without anybody seeing him do so. She's dancing with Max after he asked her a couple of times, he doesn't like it at all. He knows she doesn't like the boy that way, but it still annoys him to no extend. The little punk doesn't know where to keep his hands and he has to reign himself in to not walk up to them and do something about it. When he sees Payson pull away he smiles contently, that's his girl. He gives himself a few more minutes to admire her and then intensifies his stare on her, knowing she will feel it. And soon enough he is proven right, her eyes are scanning the room until she finds him. Unsure of what to do she keeps looking at him. He smiles wickedly and crooks a finger at her, beckoning for her to dare and come closer. Without hesitation she obeys. Good girl, he thinks to himself. He makes sure nobody pays to much attention to her when she comes closer. Thankfully Max is preoccupied with Lauren for the moment or he would have been forced to take his game some place else.

He watches her come closer, her hips swaying seductively as he has seen her do many times before in her leotard. The attire barely covering her body, but doing it in a tight dress which covers more skin proves to be even more tempting, he has no clue as to how that's possible, but he doesn't mind either. The dress is hugging her curves in all the right places, exposing enough skin to make every man in the room turn around when she walk by and the colour, the colour is driving him crazy. He once read that men were most attracted to the colour red, he never believed it, until now. It nearly makes him drool.

'You wanted something?' She asks him most innocently, bashing her eyelashes and pouting her lips ever so slightly.

'Maybe.' He muses, taking in her appearance without hiding his expression. It causes a blush on her cheeks, something he finds most adorable any other time. Now, he only has only one thought; hot as hell. He wonders how far she will play along. He knows he's walking a dangerous line tonight, but he just doesn't care anymore. He wants her, he knows she wants him, and he wants her to know that he knows.

'How can I help you make up your mind?' She continues. He just smiles, her attempt at unravelling his motives is futile, she will only know it when he allows it.

'I'll let you know.' He takes his eyes off of her and scans the room. Everybody is still oblivious of them being so close. If somebody was paying attention they would see how inappropriately close they're standing. How he is invading her personal space, hovering over her, drawing her into his body. He steps even closer to her, causing her body to brush against his. Her arm resting against his broad chest. Her head not even coming higher than his shoulders, despite those ridiculous high heels.

'You know, you shouldn't be wearing heels like that.' He points out. She just laughs at it.

'Don't you like it?' The way she says him has his off guard. Her voice sultry and soft. He nearly takes her there, against the wall, not caring what people might think. But he manages to hold back, though he needs to collect his thoughts, afraid of sounding like a teenage boy.

'I do, but you shouldn't be wearing those.' He keeps a stern voice, like he always has when he's coaching.

'Whatever are you going to do about it.' The playful tone is back in her voice. God he loves this side of her.

'Hmm, I could always force you to take them off.'

'And if I refused?'

'Then I suppose I would have no other choice than to make you obey.' The look on her face brings a satisfied smirk to his face. He has her exactly where he wants her. She is dumbstruck for the moment and he takes full advantage of it. Leaning in closer he whispers. 'Is that what you want?' He can feel the shiver going through her body and leans in even closer, his lips within an inch of her ear. 'You know what to do Payson, you only have to say the words.' And with that he walks away.

He doesn't dare take a look back, knowing it will ruin the effect of his game. Instead he goes to the bar, ordering another drink. He leans against the wood and surveys the room. It's just like every other party. The parents are discussing their daughter's future and the latter doing everything to get boys to notice them. All and all a pitiful lot. Putting on a mask, making everybody like them. He shakes his head, Payson never pretends to be somebody she's not. The fact that this is the first time she's wearing a dress like that having nothing to do with the public eye, that dress is for him and herself. He finds she's still standing where he left her, dazzled by his words or unsure what to do. Then she goes to the dance floor, joining Kaylie, Kelly and Lauren. At first she's moving like any other young woman would, but when the song changes into another, one Summer would never allow if she had any say in it, her moves changes as well. Her eyes capture him while her body makes him uncomfortably aroused, if he could have her, he would take her right on the floor, making her beg to give her the pleasure she knows he can. He has to look away in order to keep his appearance cool, what the hell is she doing to him. He knows he wasn't playing fair, talking to her like that. But she teased him again and again, she deserves this, but again she's teasing and damn him if he stops her. He drowns his drink in one gulp and slowly walks away, leaving the party behind him, but making sure she sees him.

The walk to his hotel room gives him time to cool down. Damn she wasn't playing fair, but he can't mind a bit. He's never seen her more sexy than tonight and can't help but hope she'll follow him. He knows what he's doing shouldn't even be playing in his mind, his actions unforgivable. He shakes it off, the guilt will come tomorrow, as for tonight he doesn't care. The only thing he wants is her, and he'll do nothing to stop that from happening. He knows it's selfish and so stupid, risking both their careers for feelings both shouldn't have. Arriving at his door he looks behind him, but doesn't see Payson. Maybe it's for the best he thinks, but he doesn't like it. He wants her, now. For the moment he pours himself another drink, he's nowhere near being drunk, but the liquor does relax him. At his second sip he hears knocking on his door and a smile creeps on his face. With three long steps he closes the distance, opening the door.

'Payson.' Is all he says, not being able to stop his teasing. For a second she stays still and he's afraid she'll change her mind, but then she looks up at him with the most seducing look on her face.

'Do you want something now?' Her eyes say it all and he steps aside to let her in. He comes to stand behind her, his lips as close to her ear as possible without touching.

'As a matter of fact, yes, yes there is something I want.' And with that he pulls her closer. Lowering his mouth to her shoulder, gently pressing a kiss to the bare skin. He feels her shudder immediately and smirks. This is going to be a night to remember.

He is in no rush as he walks to stand in front of her. His hands never leaving her body, tracing a trail on her waist. Teasing her, showing her what to expect without giving in. The look on her face tells him she's done waiting, but he won't oblige just yet. He moves his fingers up higher, touching her arm and shoulder before reaching her collarbone. He pauses there for a moment, tracing the bone with a feather light touch. Finally he allows himself to touch her cheek then, cupping her face and stepping as close as their bodies will let them. He wonders if she can feel his want, for he is sure it's obvious. When he leans in she pushes up her feet. Their lips meet in a heated kiss. A kiss which is deepened immediately, she's gently licking the inside of his lips and he feels her teeth with the tip of his tongue, nipping at her lips with his teeth, causing her to make the most amazing noises he's ever heard a woman make. He has to hold himself back if he wants to make this last as long as he possibly can, she isn't supposed to kiss this way. He guides his lips away from hers and pays careful attention to her bare shoulders. His slight stubble scratching the soft, silky skin. He's free to do whatever he wants to her, for she is frozen on the spot. When he looks up to her he sees her eyes are closed. When he moves up both of his hands he can feel her tremble, he comes to stand behind her again, his hands gliding over her body. Giving her a preview of what is to come. Soon he finds what he is looking for, the zipper of her dress. The only thing standing in the way of what he wants. Teasingly he lowers his hands to her waist before crouching down, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to the middle of her back. Slowly he than opens the zipper, discovering more skin and some black fabric. He pauses for a minute, not expecting black lace to cover her curves. He can feel her silent chuckle and decides to punish her for it.

He pulls away his hands from her body and takes a few steps back. Surprised she turns around. 'Something wrong?' She asks. He just shakes his head.

'I was only admiring my view.' That seems to give her an idea and she starts to smile.

'Is that right?' He nods. Her smiles turns into something he can't really put a name on, the only thing he knows it's sexy. Then her hands move up to the top of her dress, slowly tracing patterns on the fabric. She looks up to him through her lashes. 'You're not going to take it off?' He swallows roughly before shaking his head. 'I guess I have to do it myself then.' She muses. The way she shimmies out of her dress nearly brings him to his knees and he knows she knows it. Before she can take over control he takes her back into his arms. The thin fabric hardly noticeable under his hands. He's glad he still has his clothes on, for he would not have been able to keep himself at bay if he hadn't.

He sits her back onto the bed and admires her for a moment, she has no idea how beautiful she really is. Her black lace bra and panties pointing out her strongest assets and pleasuring his eyes exceedingly. Slowly he brings his hands to her skin, brushing gently over her heated body. She closes her eyes at his touch, seemingly enjoying what he's doing. He traces his hands over to her back, lowering till he reaches her scars. First he caresses them with his fingers, before lowering his mouth to kiss the bad memory away.

He's done teasing her. He brings his hands behind her back, unfastening her bra. He throws them behind him and carefully brings his lips to her shoulder, placing wet kisses to her skin, before lowering himself to the valley of her breasts. He takes his time, exploring every bit of skin before he lets himself take her breasts. Softly he strokes her hardened nipples with his calloused fingers before taking first one, then another in his mouth. As he strokes his tongue against her tender nipples she arches her back into his touch. He can hear her breathing becoming heavier. His large hands move across her skin till he reaches her waist. Pulling her on his lap, he makes sure she's capturing his legs with hers, bringing her pelvis into sharp contrast with his. Soon he's moving his hands lower, feeling the firmness of her ass. He moves up to the edge of her panties, gently pulling at the elastic, but not pulling it down. The action makes her gasp and he feels her hips moving towards him, causing a shiver through both their bodies.

Before she can make more drastic movements he puts her on her feet again. He rises as well and slowly backs her up te the wall, a grin playing widely on his face. Placing both hands on either side of her head he leans in, tempting her with chaste kisses, but never deepening it.

'You only have to say the words Draga.' He gives her the chance to back out of this, he has to.

'I want you.'

'To do what?'

'To fuck me until I can't move anymore.' The words, naughtier than needed, should have surprised him. Only he finds himself not surprised at all. The want is clear in her eyes, the lust obvious in her body. He smiles.

'That's all you had to say.' Is the last thing he says before he kisses her again. This time the kiss is more passionate. Pouring every feeling the have for each other into it. Her hands move around his body, anchoring herself to him. His hand move into her loose girls, pulling just slightly, causing her to moan again. Swiftly she undo's him from his dress shirt. Her nails scraping lightly over his biceps, leaving red stripes behind. He takes in a sharp breath, relishing in her touch. He feels her hands move to his chest and he closes his eyes. Many women before her have touched him, but never have they made him feel as aroused as Payson makes him.

'You like that?' She whispers lowly, lowering her mouth to his nipples. A husky moan escapes his mouth and he hears her chuckle. As a response he takes her hands into one of his, pulling them above her head.

'You'll pay for that.' He jokes. She willingly smiles.

His free hand travels over her body, feeling the curve of her naked breasts, her flat stomach, the barely there fabric of her barely there panties. He resists the urge to move between her legs, instead he goes lower, to her ass and thighs. Pulling her leg up and around his waist he leans into her body, letting her feel him completely.

'Sasha.' She gasps.

'Patience Payson, we're not rushing this.' He whispers between kisses. He then guides his hands between her legs shortly, hardly touching her at her most sensitive spot, before moving away again. He leans his head down to her and softly nips at her shoulders, kissing her collarbone, softly chuckling as she moans under his touch. Bringing his hand back between her legs he starts to make more explicit movements, one finger moving down to her entrance, causing her to arch her back and moving her hips at his caressing. Finally he lets go of her hands, for he needs them both to remove the last garment of clothing. She takes the opportunity to get a hold on his belt, unfastening it before he even realizes it. Slowly she moves his pants down his legs, exposing his obvious arousal. She runs her hands over the hard muscles on his stomach, to his chest and down again. Repeating the action and scratching him lightly with her nails she enjoys the look on his face and the noise he makes. Then as she moves down again she goes even lower, stroking his cock through his shorts, which are getting tighter by the moment, every touch makes it more unbearable to keep them on. She seems fascinated and lowers herself on her knees. Her fingers curl around the waistband, eager to pull them down. Before she gets a chance he guides her back up though.

'Not just yet, my love.' He murmurs. Taking one hand he pulls her with him to his bed. He lowers her down and crawls on top of her, hovering over her. There's no more teasing in their touching, only want and passion. She guides his lips to hers, kissing him with everything she has. He puts his arms around her, resting on his elbows as to not crush her under his weight. Consumed by their kiss she doesn't realize his hand is moving down again until he reaches her entrance. His hand slowly finds a rhythm, pleasuring her until her breath starts coming in short gasps. He watches her movements, her body is heaving heavily under his touch, on her face a frown of anticipation.

'Sasha, please.' She begs him, and he is all to willing to give in. He removes his shorts, releasing his member from the unpleasant position it's been in. He sees her looking down at his cock, curiosity all over her face. Carefully she pulls out her hand, seemingly unable to stop herself from touching him. When her hand touches him he moans loudly, the feeling of her skin on him nearly driving him insane. He keeps watching her, a drop of pre-cum on her fingers. Without thinking she brings it up to her mouth to taste, making him groan and loosing control completely. He takes her hips and shifts them on the bed so he's lying between her legs, still making sure not to crush her. This time he doesn't wait for her permission and takes himself in hand. He thanks the heavens he remembered to bring condoms, for he could not have stopped himself otherwise. Gently he moves himself to her entrance, shortly teasing her, moving up and down, rubbing against her clit until she begs him to fuck her. With a moan he finally does, moving in slowly, letting her get adjusted to his size, until his entire length is buried in her. He stays still and kisses her like she's the only thing in the world. Slowly he starts trusting his hips against her, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her. Soon he speeds up his pace, causing her to moan. She digs her fingers into his back and moves her hips, making him push even deeper in her. It doesn't take long for her to start gasping for air and he slows down.

'No, don't stop.' She groans and he resumes his actions. She clings to his body and places kisses wherever she can put them. He never felt more loved or aroused then now, her inexperience driving him to the edge without her even realising it. He's thrusting harder now, not able to control himself anymore. They're lost in each other for a long time and as her body goes into spasms and she moans in pleasure, gripping his arms as he keeps moving in and out of her, giving her floods of sensations, she comes, calling his name. He slowed down ever so slightly, giving her the chance to come down from her high, before continuing his movements. His hands move from the mattress to her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. Her moaning sending him closer to his release. Pushing up her hips he can feel the tension in her building up again and pushes even harder. Within seconds he feels her come again, her body trembling and clasping around him. Taking her hips in his arms he buries himself as deep as possible, her second orgasm causing him to release as well.

Falling to the side he slides out of her. With their legs still entwined he takes her in his arms, letting her curl up into his chest. He runs his fingers through her ruffled hair while her fingers are tracing over his chest. They don't need to say words for their actions say more than words could ever say.

A/N one - shot fluff drabble, for no particular reason other than wanting more fluff and having a free evening (and night now) to write it :P (inspiration comes from the veronicas - take me on the floor, Payson is also dancing to that particular song, and from the story Cat and Mouse.. go check that one out if your old enough :P it's amazing, mine isn't nearly as good, but I need to start somewhere right? :P) I don't know if it's even logical anymore, but this is how it went. Never took Sasha's POV for an entire story before though, was a lot of fun anyway, pictures are on my profile. As usual, please R&R, thanks!