A friend gave me wonderful ideas on where to take this fic, so i've incorporated several of her suggestions. Rating has changed for future content . Enjoy
plz R&R :D kisses
The water was steadily running in the sink, but Michael was nowhere near it.
Initially he had planned on shaving, suddenly more self-aware of his appearance since his moment with Sara on the train.
If another opportunity like that came again soon, he certainly didn't want prickly facial hair ruining a perfectly good kiss.
But the moment his hand reached for the razor, Sara's voice came as a mumble through the wall.
Only able to decipher a few words, his attention was caught by "peek".
Intrigued, Michael left the water on and moved to stand by the door.
His brother's reply came clearer, and suddenly everything became obvious.
Lincoln was playing his favorite game: truth or dare, without the truth.
Whether for his own amusement or for Sara's, Linc had dared Sara to pull a female 'peeping Tom' on him.
"…Fine." Was the only portion of her final answer that Michael could make out.
He looked down. A loosely-hanging towel was the only piece of material covering his still damp physique.
At this point, he had to make a choice, and had only mere moments to make it:
Allow her to open the door, take her quick sneak-peek, and pretend he was completely oblivious to all of it?
Or go on the offensive. Catch her by surprise. Turn the tables?
The knob clicked. He no longer had time to weigh his options.
So, Michael relied on instinct to decide for him.
As Sara cracked open the door and started to poke her head inside, his hand lunged forward of its own accord, gripped her wrist, and pulled.
Sara's confidence was completely destroyed as Michael's hand jerked her fiercely into the bathroom. The motion was quick and overwhelming, causing her vision to spin out of focus for just a moment.
The sound of the door being closed brought her to attention.
Michael was standing before her, clad in nothing but a white towel.
Eyes shifting downwards reflexively, she realized the towel barely covered the line of his waist.
The point at which his body-tattoo ended was visible.
Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she found him staring at her intensely.
Droplets of water from the shower clung to his short hair, some venturing down to run onto his cheek.
He hadn't even bothered drying off.
Was he aware of that?
"Is there something you needed Sara?" Michael spoke after several agonizingly silent moments, and in his voice she heard a satisfactory tone that told her he already knew the answer.
"Um…no, I just…"
Trailing off she found no valid excuse to give him.
Why else would she open the door, knowing he had just gotten out of the shower, except to look at him?
She was very acutely aware that he was moving around her slowly, placing himself in between her and the door, edging her farther away from it.
His lips curved up slightly into a small half-smirk.
"You opened the door without knocking. You're sure there's nothing you wanted?" Michael pressed on, his tone of voice shifting, becoming low, seductive.
Intrigue and nervousness mixed into one indescribable feeling at his words.
She suddenly cursed Lincoln for putting her up to this.
Although, deep down, she knew that was unfair.
She had chosen to accept his challenge.
And what a challenge it was becoming.
Suddenly remembering the man who sat watching television on the other side of the wall, Sara felt a need to end whatever it was that Michael was trying to initiate. Rather than answering the question that still hung in the hot air around them, she moved away from Michael's inviting form and turned for the door.
She didn't want to, of course, for more than one reason. She didn't want to hurt his pride, or make him feel like she was suddenly changing her mindset about him, but there was a time and place for them to further the exploration of their feelings.
The steamy bathroom, however inticing, was not that place.
Not with Lincoln right outside.
Her hand met the doorknob, and she did not dare look back to see the hurt expression on Michael's face.
A larger hand pressed the opening door back into place from behind.
The heat of Michael's breath was at her neck an instant later, and Sara felt his body painfully close to hers. He pulled her hand away from the knob, pressing closer to her back, making her head spin and her mind play tricks on her.
She could of sworn she'd heard him whisper something in her ear.
And it sounded very much like "I want you."
