Title- Keys and Addictions.
Author- CharmedHeiress
Pairing -Michael/Sara
Rating- T
Disclaimer- They're not mine, just on loan for a little while.
A/N- My first PB fic. This is set during The Key.
Carefully. He said he was going to get the key carefully. What was happening now was far from it. The key swung tauntingly form her clinical white lab coat. He had a plan. He always had a plan. But their magnetism was not to be denied so easily. He leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time. Hoping. Hoping she would stop him before he got too far. But she didn't.
She let him capture her lips with his own in a tender embrace. And dare she admit it, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the high it gave her, the feeling of coming home, her heart drumming wildly against her chest, the familiar taste of addiction seeping through her veins. Addiction. It plagued her constantly. She pulled him closer, desperately wanting more. Morphine hadn't touched her blood in years, but the thirst never relented. But now it was not a drug that enticed her, it was him. She should have recognized the signs, the indicators of the spiralling road she had travelled before- when he lured her in with his warm smile and flirtatious charm, when he convinced her he was not as bad as he was made out to be, when he began to invade her every thought and dream……
It'll end badly. After the high, there was always a low. A hurtle back to reality. It'll come, it always did. Michael was just like the rest of them. He was sugar-coated poison.
What was he doing? Kissing the doctor? He was playing with something more dangerous than fire- their feelings for each other. He was endangering the plan, his brother, his friends, even his enemies. But he could not bring himself to stop. There was something about her that infatuated him, that made him so reckless. The faint smell of shampoo in her auburn tresses, her hazel eyes revealing long buried innocence, her soft hand on his cheek- she intoxicated his every sense.
The key! Get the key! The voice resounded in his head. She was merely a pawn in his game. He hated thinking it, it made him seem insensitive. But he had to. To protect the plan. Always the plan. He shoved the voice to the back of his consciousness. He fell for her, he fell for the pawn.
They pull away achingly slowly. She drew a shaky breath, trying to gather some composure. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to relive the sensation of her lips on his own. Neither knew what was worse; the awkward, uncomfortable silence that had settled between them; or the awkward, uncomfortable conversation that was sure to follow. Apparently it was the conversation.
"What do you want from me Michael?"
He hesitated. The keychain hung so close to him. He could feel the cold metal in his hands. He needed it. But he needed her to understand.
"Wait for me, it won't always be like this" he promised, his voice barely above an audible whisper.
She didn't say anything, but backed away from him as the truth of their situation sunk in painfully. She steeled herself against the burning blue of his eyes.
"I… I can't" her voice betrayed her.
He'd find another way to get the key, but she'd never find a way to overcome her addiction.
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