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In the Life of a Tourniquet

(Part Three)

The sun shone through the windows lingering on the soft pastel colours of the walls and the dark oak floors bathing the house in a warm glow. Greg wrapped his arms around Sara as they looked out of the kitchen window onto the stretching greenery of the garden.

"It's perfect." He muttered into her ear.

"It really is..." Sara twisted in his arms to face him, smoothing out his shirt as she did so.

"We could have family barbecues in the garden...and movie nights...the back room would make a perfect play room." Greg said in a low voice tucking Sara's hair behind her ear as he created the perfect imagery of their future for her with nothing but words.

"We'll take it..." Sara announced in a slightly louder voice for the estate agent to hear. After everything they had decided to move back to Las Vegas- nowhere else seemed like home. The years that had past had taught them to love the neon in the skyline and the bizarre streets.

Greg placed a gentle kiss on Sara's lips as they took one last look around the house before leaving.

They had adored the French doors, the patio and the space and it was not until the day that they moved in that it felt like reality- that they had taken another step towards building a home. Sara began unpacking books from a cardboard box placing them on the bookshelves that Greg had put up the previous day.

"What do you think of my handy work?" He asked with a small smile as he strolled into the room.

"It's amazing..." Sara exaggerated as she continued her task with a small smirk.

"Oh- no need to be mean" Greg laughed kissing Sara's neck wrapping his arms around her pulling her towards his warmth. "I have something to show you..." he mumbled into her ear.

"Really?" Sara raised an eyebrow resting her head on his shoulder. Without a word Greg lifted her up, cradling her in his arms.

"Yes." He replied kissing her again before carrying her into the next room.

Greg placed Sara down on her feet to see the rocket ships, and planets that he had painted on the walls of the room. She gasped slightly at his work- a smile settling on her lips when she turned back to face him.

"I thought we could put the bunk-beds over there..." He indicated to the space in the corner of the room.

"Greg...I love it." She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck bringing him in for a kiss.

"I'm glad you do Mrs Sanders." His eyes settled on her full of emotion, still not being able to believe that she was actually his.

They kissed again and it was as if the air had been sucked out of the room- clinging to each other as sources of oxygen. Greg's fingers tangled with Sara's hair, the ink black curls moving through his fingertips like silk. Sara's hands roamed under Greg's shirt her fingers memorising the feeling of muscle beneath his skin. His tongue ran like wild fire down her throat forcing a groan to escape her lips. Letting his hands slide down her back, ass and thighs he helped her wrap her legs around his waist.

Greg carried her to their room placing her down so she was perching on the edge of their bed. Kneeling in front of her he began unbuttoning her shirt removing it and tossing it aside as their eyes met- pupils darkened with lust. Kneeling down in front of her Greg removed her jeans his hands smoothing over her thighs, he kissing the skin above her knees as his hand stroked against her at a torturous rhythm. Her hips bucked forwards as she inch towards him. Greg finally removed her panties glancing up at her before he placed a kiss on one of her hips and then the other. He lifted Sara's legs up so they were resting on his shoulders crossed behind his head as his tongue moved against her.

"Greg..." She groaned as one of his hands gently run up and down her thigh. Her hands grasped on to the bed as she attempted to keep herself up right- the feeling of every one of Greg's actions sending a jolt through her body. Sara went over the edge before she had a chance to slow herself down a moan escaping her lips as Greg continued. She tugged at his wrist as she moved back towards the pillows making him clamber over her body. Without hesitation she undid his belt ridding the barrier of his trousers and boxers in one go. Sara began sliding and twisting up her hands and down his length as she kissed him. He removed his shirt tossing it aside gasping into the kiss at her movements.

"I need you..." He muttered gruffly in her ear his finger tips trailing over her heat. Repositioning under him Sara readied herself as he forcefully entered her a small scream escaping into the room and she winced slightly at his roughness.

"Sorry" Greg glanced down her concerned- slowly brushing her hair out of her face.

"It's okay..." She beamed up at him, leaning up to kiss him slowly before resting her head back against the pillow. Greg kissed her cheek before beginning to move steadily over her- his eyes seeking hers for approval- she nodded slightly in support.

"Don't stop." Sara muttered huskily into his ear her nails digging into his back as she rocked her hips against him. He looked down in amazement at how her back had arched up towards him as he continued steadily building up pace. She grew steadily tighter around him as he did so and soon enough she withered in his arms- shivering to the core as she came. Greg finished almost simultaneously breathlessly kissing her before pulling out and rolling on to his back. Sara rested her head on his chest- her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest.

"Thank you..." She whispered to him.

"For what?" He asked confused as he absentmindedly rubbed her back as their breathing slowed down.

"For everything..." Sara glanced up at him her eyes filled with affection.

"You don't have to thank me for anything...I love you." Greg kissed her forehead wrapping his arms tighter around her as their heart beats steadied and they fell into the lull of sleep.