This is another one of my experimental pairings, please let me know what you think by reviewing :)
Sara/Vartann one-shot.
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Fading Bloom
He poured her a drink- the trickling of bourbon into the glass was the only sound in the room. She sat on the sofa with her hands clasped together on her lap and her eyes fixed on the floor.
They had gotten used to the deafening silence that lingered between them during these encounters.
Her dark eyes were always clouded over and focused on the ground hardly meeting his out of shame. They both felt ashamed for what they were doing and for all the things that they had done but every time they promised it would stop they would find themselves back in the same place dancing to the very same tune.
She took the glass he was offering her giving him an appreciative glance. He simply nodded and sat himself down next to her his vision focused on the wall ahead of him. They had developed a routine- meet in a bar, share a few drinks, make it back to his and share one more drink for courage.
Tonight was no different. It was just like another one of their many liaisons.
She finished her whiskey, the taste close to fire in her mouth and placed the glass down on the coffee table. She took a deep breath in attempt to stop the anxiety she usually felt when it finally came down to it. He placed his empty glass down beside hers and turned to woman next to him. Her hair fell in soft ink black curls to her shoulders, a glossy lip tint painted on enticing him further. She wore barely any make up, he had noticed over their meetings, her pretty features, seductive dark eyes and husky voice were alluring enough by themselves without the need for painting up. He hadn't noticed her at first- not really. His mind had acknowledged she was beautiful but then simply left it at that. But with every one of their encounters he had started to fully appreciate her physical chattels.
He had a feeling that desire for him was not why she had chosen to come to him. He was so different from her husband in almost every way. Her husband still had boyish features and shadows of youth even in his fifties. He on the other hand had features that wore lines like a display of all the emotions he had felt over the years. His eyes lacked the same sparkle as her husband having developed a silhouette of helplessness.
He would think of the physical attraction between the two of them always coming to the conclusion that they did not fit together.
His tired blue eyes surveyed her as her shivering hands began unbuttoning her silk blouse. He could feel the longing aching in his bones as she revealed more of her milky skin. He used a hand to cup her chin and pull her into a kiss- the rough feeling of his hand against the soft skin of her neck caused her heart rate to double. Their kiss slow, sweet and sorrowful.
They had done this many times before but each time they would face the same conflicts.
The same nagging feeling telling them that they needed to stop but they never did knowing that they had found an ideal distraction in each other.
As they indulged in discovering each other's bodies for the first time since the last time they would push aside the reason they had been driven to each other.
She would focus on the feeling of his hands searching her body as if looking for answers rather than thinking about the ever growing distance between her and her husband. She would run her fingers through his short dark hair while feeling her marriage slip from in-between the gaps. She would let his taut, muscular frame pin her down unlike her husband's ability to pin down her needs.
He would focus on exposing her naked body to his eyes rather than seeing what was really happening to him and his legitimate lover. He would plant kisses on spots that made her whimper because he preferred listening to that rather than the truth about his girlfriend's lack of faith in their relationship. He would tease her till she pleaded just to feel wanted unlike the way his girlfriend just made him feel used.
She would usually attempt to fight off the solitude she felt from being away from the home she had built by her husband's side.
He would attempt to battle the increasing longing he had for something concrete with a woman that seemed persistent in turning him away when it came to his feelings.
They would attempt to not think about the two people that were the very reason for their miserable on-going affair.
They would let themselves become a tangled mess emotions as they attempted to lose themselves in something that was never meant to be. That never should have been.
Both would wonder why they had chosen the other to be their escape.
She would wonder why him. She could have chosen Greg Sanders- who still looked at her if she were the only woman in the room. But she cared far too much for him to be able to use him in this way. She could have chosen Nick Stokes- who cared for her so much that it hurt sometimes. But losing his respect was not worth the risk she had decided. The man she was here with was different. She didn't know him- not really. He was like a perfect stranger.
He would wonder why her. He could have simply just gone to a bar and picked anyone up- he had never had problems with women. But he realised that it would involve using someone else in the way he was being used himself.
In the end it didn't matter why they had chosen each other. Because all the wanted to was to escape.
In this arrangement they used each other in exactly the same way.