Mark Cyr was a wrestler back in his high school days. His idea to show Sara Braverman his yearbook from back then seemed like a good idea at the time, although he was still totally embarrassed by what he did back in high school and he didn't want her to see that he looked funny, even now, having grown a fuzzy beard on his chin and a slight mustache over his top lip. He always though she was pretty but he was incredibly nervous about what Sara herself would think.

People had even went so far as to call him Mark The Shark. Now that was totally stupid even if he had been a good wrestler.

Showing off the yearbook had been a good idea at the time but it was not now as he lay down on her bed in the guest house looking at her face, trying to stifle a laugh at the way he looked.

" Sara Braverman, don't laugh at me. It hurts my feelings." He said and she burst into laughter at the way his own poetic and sensitive soul was locked inside her own heart.

" Can you show mw some wrestling moves Mark?" Sara asked and he was surprised at this.

"You want to wrestle me? Seriously?"

" Yeah, I mean you are really big and strong, I just want to see if you still got what it takes to take down an opponent."

He thought about it some before he gave her an answer. Wrestling Sara Braverman could lead to some pretty surprising and unexpected places. But he had to be gentle because she wasn't used to the force with which one would really wrestle someone else but then he looked at her and remembered what she had been through with Drew and Amber, great kids, and her ex Seth who was a drug addict.

It hurt him to know that she had made that mistake and he vowed to give her better than Seth had, more time and effort and other things as well if that was what she wanted down the line.

He totally saw having a baby with her. Just not yet. He still had a few things to do, like climb Machu Pichu and go to Morrocco to write at Jack Keroak's special bar. He had a lot of things to do with his life that would make him happy and feel good.

But all he could do write now was look into Sara Braverman's eyes and smile wide, white teeth gleaming against the dark of his new moustache.

She stared at him and asked again. " Can you show me some wrestling moves please? So I can pin you."

He rolled over ontop of her body.

" You think your gonna beat me up is that it?'

' Just pin you down is all I want.' she laughed and the giggle sound was music to his ears.

Emily Dickenson wasn't the only thing that made Mark happy. Hearing Sara laugh that way always did the trick as well and he wanted to hear it again.

" You want to wrestle a bit Sara, then yes we can do that."

She was already down on her stomach and she was making high pitched noises of " Oh help me Mark. I can't move! No don't please don't. I can't move."

He pushed her shoulders down so that he could get onto her back and press his knees into her back with little force so that she wouldn't get hurt.

He was loving this and she was laughing, giggling again and he was the one who made it all happen, such a happy sound, Sara's laugh.

" Stop stop Mark don't." she said in the high pitched voice that he loved. He put his hands under her to grab hold of her arms and flipped her entire body over so she was laying stunned into silence on her back.

He was above her, arms pinned over her head and he was holding onto them strong and fast.

He was laughing himself and she was silent having never seen this kind of strength before from such a well toned man as Mark Cyr. English teacher by day holed up in the local coffee shop or library reading poetry and other books and this, new aggressive side of him was something that Sara herself had never seen before nor could she deny the way he now made her feel. The pounding heartbeat she now heard over the silence was no doubt a dead giveaway for the way he made her feel.

Mark said this from his place above her. " Tap out Sara. Tap out. You give up yet?"

" Never." she said and he pressed her wrists with his hands harder so she couldn't get them free.

" Give up?" he asked as he moved his legs so that they were set to wrap around her own body and pull her close if she gave him the okay to do so.

He hoped she would but he was also a gentleman who was also a decent teacher and had dignity and composure when having a conversation with someone.

Except, Sara made all of it, everything that made Mark Cyr a decent and respectable human being, fly out the window.

He only saw her right now and he wanted her desperately but just not yet.

She had to tap out first and she was a fighter who, judging by the way things were going right now had few reasons she would want to give up.

He moaned slightly as the feelings inside his body overwhelmed him.

" Sara Braverman... give up... tap out... I can still win this game. Tap out." He pressed harder and she felt Mark graze the top of her body with his own and was overwhelmed as well.

He looked into her eyes, her face heated from the gane and got an idea as to how to make her quit. It was probably cheating but he was a better wrestler than to cheat on purpose. But with her, he couldn't hold out for that long.

" I want you to give Sara Braveman. Tap out. It's that simple. just tap the bed like this."

He made contact with her lower reigon as he showed her how to do it.

" One... two... three..."

Then he flipped her body back over ontop of him and she moaned his name fiercely into his ear biting down in the process.

" You want to do something else Sara. just give me the okay. Tap out like that. Just like I showed you. Tha's all you have to do..." He broght her body back around and ended up in the same position he had been this whole time, pinned arms and a shocked face. He pressed harder this time and she glowed with fire in her eyes, another thing which Mark himself loved about her.

Sara was a fighter with fire inside of her and he was hoping to get it out eventually.

But she just wouldn't give in.

He tried kissing it all out of her but that only made him feel worse.

Keep it together Mark. She has to give.

" You want this?" he said and she moaned an answer of which he didn't hear the words that were said at all too focused on his task to hear much else.

" You gotta tap out if you are finished with this. " he reminded her and she kissed his neck seductively. He shivered and got himself out of her reach. In charge as best he could be under these circumstabces of the wrestling situation.

" You want me, you tap out and we play a different game. You just have to tap out Sara. Tap out and that's it."

" Mark please... please..." she moaned deeply. " I can't move."

" Give up?"

" Give you what you want. I know you want me too. It's okay to do it if you want. But no pressure."

: No problem." he said " Just give and tap out."

She kissed him and he pinned her arms down.

" Say the words Sara Braverman."

" I want you Mark."

He laughed. " Wrong words baby. Just say I give"

She was itching for his lips and he was just ever so deliciously out of reach and she was yearning for him now so she felt the fighting sprit start to die down a bit inside her. It instead made way to a new feeling altogether.

She waited until she could all but contain the passion welling inside her and then she breathed the words so that he could hear her voice and the yearning inside it.

She needed Mark Cyr to know that HE had caused her to erupt this way in such passion and desire that she had all she could to give up and tap out of their little wrestling game.

" Mark..."

" Yes Sara?

" I ,,,,,,, give... up..." she breathed tapping the side of the bed with a foot and he let her go.

" I love you." Mark said smiling at her again. " I love you Sara braverman. So much. Have I ever told you that?"

" I love you too Mark Cyr. " Sara said and she smiled back from her place on the bed.

He stared at her and they stayed that way for a while. It seemed like forever but neither of them could stand to look away. He loved her and she only saw him.

Sara rolled herself over and they sat facing each other with her legs around his waist.

" Kiss me?"

" Yes please." he said laughing a little silliy and they did, Mark laying Sara down on the bed and covering them up with the blanket so that nobody saw what was going to happen now.

They knew... They knew.. They could only see each other now and they knew they would do so every day for the rest of their lives.

They wrestled many times that night.