AN: Okay I have never in my life written an out-take before that deserves an M rating, but being the brave soul I am, I'm going to attempt one. This takes place in chapter one of Love and Sacrifice.
Sasha watched as she floated across the mat with the poise and grace that only a true artistic gymnast could obtain. He ignored the want in his veins and desire in his blood as he watched her graceful body move in an enchanted dance. He refused to have his thoughts stray there. If his thoughts strayed there now. like they did every other night, then he would be left wanting to feel his skin against hers, his heartbeat against hers, and his lips against hers. Although he knew that the desire, the want, and just the pure need to be with Payson went far beyond that of physical desires. It went deep into his heart and soul because he found himself falling in love with her more each day. He wasn't sure when he started to fall helplessly in love with her; ee didn't know if it was when she was the one to beg him to stay or if it was when she fell or even if it was the ballet. The only thing he knew is that he would do absolutely anything for her because she alone owned his heart.
He broke from his train of thought as Payson folded herself down to the mat, looking every bit of the flower he always pictured her to be. When her head snapped up and his eyes locked with hers, he felt a change in the atmosphere. Somehow the look shared between them was more than a coach and athlete's silent communication to each other. It was a heated look only shared between lovers. As Payson stood up, Sasha found himself moving towards her and bringing her lithe body in his arms. He twirled her around before setting her back down on her feet. She gazed at him before speaking of the true inspiration of her routine.
"Sasha it's you. You inspire me." As soon as the words left her lips, she was raising up on her toes and lowering his face to hers in a kiss.
For a split second, Sasha kissed her back. As soon as he put his hands on her waist he began to pull her in, but a second later he was pushing her away. The look on her face caused Sasha to regret pushing her away immediately. She stared at the ground avoiding his gaze as she waited to be reprimanded or chastised.
Sasha tried to ignore the desire that the one kiss brought out in him. Instead of walking away like he should have he decided to explain himself and his actions.
"Payson...I can't...we can't do this. I am your coach. Nothing more. It can't happen."
Payson looked at him and listened to his words even if they felt like a blow to the chest. She nodded as she watched him walk towards the exit. Trying to suppress her feelings she began to walk towards her gym bag. Thinking better of it she turned to find him only in the center of the gym, as if he was waiting to be called back. So called him back she did.
Her desperate command fell easily from her lips. "Sasha, wait!"
At hearing her desperate plea he stopped and turned to find her just inches away. He looked down and saw that she was trying to figure out what to say. He watched as she took a breath before his eyes met hers.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn't want it."
Sasha was debating on whether or not to lie, but the fact that he has never lied to her pushed him to tell her the honest truth. No matter how wrong or right it sounded.
He slowly reached up to stroke her cheek before lacing his hands through her silky hair. "I can't lie to you Payson. In the year that I've known you, I have never once lied to you and I refuse to do that now."
She was desperate for a yes or no answer when his name fell from her lips. "Sasha-"
She didn't have time to finish her sentence because he crashed his lips to hers hungrily. He kissed her lips and relished in the feel of her soft lips against his, just like a parched man would hungrily devour water. He circled his hands around her waist before maneuvering them to a nearby wall. He grinned when he heard her moan into the kiss. As she bunched the cotton of his t-shirt in her small hands, he began to lower his lips to her neck. He began to suck at her pulse point when he felt her hands go to the hem of his shirt. Her small hands slowly traveled the planes of his unfamiliar chest, before finding their way to his back. As he continued to pepper kisses on her neck and collarbone she lightly raked her nails down his back. At the feel of her nails on his skin Sasha reared forward causing their lower halves to come together.
The second she felt his arousal, hot desire pooled between her thighs. She bit her lip to stop the moan that was begging to be set free. She opened her eyes to see Sasha staring at her with dark eyes. Without warning he brought his hands towards her bum and gently lifted up. Being able to understand what he wanted, even in this new territory, she lifted on her toes as he brought her legs around his waist. The moment she felt his arousal press against her hot core she leaned her head back against the wall, moaning in pleasure. Wanting to feel something she experimentally rolled her hips forward. As she felt Sasha's grip on her waist tighten, she began to rhythmically move her hips in a circular motion. She groaned as he began moving his hips as well. They stayed like that for a few minutes until suddenly neither of them felt close enough.
Payson began kissing her way up his neck before she whispered in his ear. "Airstream."
Sasha's hazy mind snapped into action at her whispered request. Wanting to feel every part of Payson's soft flesh he could, he walked to the airstream in the dead of night, with Payson still wrapped around his waist. Once he maneuvered them towards his bed, Payson's restraint snapped. She trailed her hands down his chest before reaching for the hem of his shirt. Sasha gently took her hand away, before taking off the shirt himself. He shivered as Payson trailed her hand across his broad chest, familiarizing herself with the very chest, she'd been fantasizing about for months. She leaned forward before pressing a gentle kiss to his breastbone. As she peppered kisses on his chest, she began undoing his belt buckle. Sensing where this was going, Sasha took her hand away. He stroked her cheek reassuringly before laying her back on the bed. He slowly ran his hands up her sides and around to the tiny buttons on her shirt. His large hands began undoing them one by one as his lips moved along the path of newly exposed skin. Once the shirt was open Sasha stared down at the curves the made Payson the beautiful woman she was. Lightly Sasha splayed his hand over her flat tummy before removing the shirt.
As Payson lay on Sasha's bed half-dressed she felt the hot desire course through her veins. She took in the sight of his muscular chest before raking her nails against his hot skin. Sasha hissed at the contact, but leaned down towards Payson's shoulder. He lightly scraped his teeth against her shoulder and soothed it with his tongue as his hands found the way to the hook of her bra. As he slid the garment off, Sasha's lips descended downward. As he took in the sight of her breasts his throat became dry. He stared in her eyes and smiled at her softly.
"You're beautiful, Payson."
Sasha leaned down and trailed his tongue in between the valley of her chest before moving to take a taunt nipple in his mouth. As his teeth and tongue worked on one breast, his hand held the other, lightly brushing his thumb over the pebbled flesh. Payson gripped Sasha's hair anchoring him to her. She arched into his mouth as the feeling of skin against skin become more intense. As a wave of intense pleasure coursed through her she yelled out Sasha's name to the heavens. Sasha glanced up and smirked when he took in her flushed face. He leaned down and kissed her softly, before he felt himself being flipped over. He stared up at her in awe before he threw his head back and groaned. As Payson hovered above him she felt shy for the first time. He seemed to sense her shyness by the look in her eyes. He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. He smiled before brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It's okay Payson. We don't have to do anything you don't want." He smiled at her before he flipped them over again. He stared down at her as she raised her hand to his rough cheek.
"Sasha...I love you."
As hearing those words, Sasha felt truly loved for the first time. He stared in her eyes and he saw the sincerity behind her words. He saw that she did in fact love him. And the best part was. . .he loved her to.
Sasha trailed his hands slowly down to her sides before coming to the top of her jeans. His hands hovered for a moment as he stared up at Payson as if asking for permission. She nodded at him before he popped open the button and lowered the zipper. As he lowered her jeans, his heart rate picked up as he began to unveil her smooth lithe legs. He was pulled out of his trance when he felt Payson's hands at his waist. He glanced down to see her working open his jeans.
As she lowered his jeans, she didn't miss his evident arousal. To know that she had a power over him and that she could make him respond to her in just one touch was an exciting revelation. She stared in his eyes as she trailed her hands down his chest and down his back. She breathed in deep the scent of him. He smelled of chalk, musk, burning wood, and something uniquely...Sasha. She bit her lip as she nervously took his throbbing member in her hand. The growl that Sasha let loose only encouraged Payson on. She marveled at the feel of him; strong as steel, but soft as velvet. As she stared at him through her long eyelashes his breathing became harsh and erratic. He reached down and placed his hand over hers, silently coaching her in the art of pleasure.
As she watched him, her own body began to respond. She felt the hot liquid pool between her quivering thighs and wanted desperately to feel some type of friction. Sasha seemed to read her thoughts, because a few seconds later his hand was lightly brushing against her core before slipping a finger inside her tight heat. At the feel of new, but pleasurable sensations Payson bucked her hips and gripped the sheets.
Her voice was pleading on the border line of begging. "Sasha...please..."
Sasha glanced up while still teasing her core. His voice was low in the hot atmosphere around them. "What is Payson? Tell me what you want, draga."
She bit her lip as she tried to get Sasha, somehow closer. "I want..." she paused as a moan tore through her throat, "I want...I want you inside me."
Sasha smirked before working his fingers faster. When his thumb brushed against her clit, he almost came undone at the sounds Payson was making. He removed his hand before crawling up her body. His hips were cradled between her thighs as his heavy member throbbed tantalizingly against her warm flesh. Sasha stared in her eyes and was overcome with so much love for this one person who was willingly giving him everything. He reached up and brushed his hand against her cheek before meeting her eyes.
"Payson...are you sure?"
Payson smiled as she reached up to run her shaky hands against his familiar cheek. She nodding before kissing his wrist. Her voice was soft and serene in the silence surrounding them. "I love you Sasha. . .so much."
Sasha nodded before making his decision. He bit his lip before cautioning her. "Payson. . .this is going to hurt, love."
Payson smiled sadly at the prospect of pain, but she's had worse pain than this. She exhaled before nodding. "At least it's with you, you'll make the pain go away. I love you."
Sasha was touched by her words and knew that she was it for him. He took himself in hand and pressed into her dripping entrance. He winced as he saw a tear fall from Payson's eye. As he slowly thrust up, Payson's blunt nails dug into his back, leaving deep scratches that would probably stay with him for awhile.. Whether it was from the pleasure or the pain, Sasha wasn't sure, but he relished in the sensation of her marking him as her own. He slowly moved in and out trying to ease some of Payson's pain. He watched her face closely for any sign of intense pain, but was relieved when there was none. He slowly brought her legs up around his waist, so he could go deeper. He tried to keep a reign on his tempo, but found that he was slowly increasing the pace. As soon as Sasha felt Payson move with him all caution and slow paces went out the window.
Payson was soon marveling in the delicious feel of finally being whole. She rolled her hips as she met Sasha thrust for thrust. As he began moving furiously above her, she dug her nails into his shoulder blades. She moaned his name over and over again like a prayer as she felt her muscles preparing for sweet release. As she clawed at his back furiously, she felt him pulsing within her. As soon as she felt his hot seed enter her she cried out to the powers above and clung to Sasha like a lifeline. She felt him leave her, only to be replaced quickly with his hand.
His hot breath tickled her ear sending waves of pleasure down her spine. "Come for me, love."
After his whispered command, she felt his lips attack her neck with a vengeance. The combined work of his thumb working her clit and his lips ravishing her neck, Payson soon found herself flying over the edge. She felt her whole body convulse as she gripped the sheets. After Payson's breathing and body calmed down, Sasha pulled the discarded sheet around them. He kissed her forehead as he gathered her in his arms. As he watched her slowly drifted off into blissful unconsciousness he knew that there was no going back to the way things were. Deep down, he knew that they would be okay and in the end it would all work out.
AN 2: Man I wish Sasha would to that to me...damn. I had a couple people ask for more details...well this was the details. So this is the night that Baby Belov came to be. This is my first time ever writing something like this, so please let me know how I did. Any feedback or suggestions on how to make this better is also very welcomed in this...genre of writing. So as always...read and review.