Author's Note: This chapter crosses into M-rated territory. Be warned.

An entire day wasted. The worst part of her training was that he barely said a thing about her slip ups. Certainly they were minor, things that other gymnasts might not even notice. But he should've noticed.

Sasha had been avoiding direct contact, physical or otherwise, the whole day. A step out of bounds on the mats would have led to a reaming in front of the entire gym. Today, he met her eyes and looked away. Somehow it felt worse. Like he was mocking her feelings. He could see the effect he had on her, but he refused to recognize it directly.

With every mistake, Emily became more resolved and more determined. How dare he give her hope and then take it away just as quickly.

"There are lines between a coach and his athlete, and I will not cross this one."

Emily was starting to see this as a personal challenge.

Why should they deny something that felt this strong and overpowering and right?

For the first time in a while, Emily felt herself in foreign territory. She was clandestinely going through her mother's closet, feeling foolish and giddy at the same time. She pulled on one of Chloe's more modest dresses and rummaged through her shoe collection. She calmed her nerves and finally snuck out just after midnight. The full moon lit her way to the gym, and more importantly, to Sasha's trailer. This was a new Emily, one who scared and excited her. Pushing her forward was the memory of the night before: their confessions and caresses. She needed to feel it again, to know it was still there.

By the time she arrived outside of his home, she was terrified. Putting it all on the line in gymnastics was a type of nervous that she had long since been accustomed to. In this situation however, she hardly knew what she was doing. Instead of listening to her brain, it was time for Emily to listen to her heart. And her heart knew exactly what it wanted.

Knock. Knock. Knock. She finally worked up the courage to announce her presence. She had heard some noise from inside, so she knew Sasha was not asleep. She hoped they would be doing things other than sleeping this evening.

He opened the door without showing any emotion. He simply motioned for her to come in. She had never been in his trailer. In was simple, clean and exactly as she might have pictured it. A small kitchen area with some dishes, a bedside table with some books scattered across it, a few pictures of his family on the walls. She tried to look around more, but she found it hard to take her eyes off of him and the look he was giving her.

"Listen, I know it's probably not appropriate for me to visit you like this, at this time of night. But I needed to. We need to at least talk about things. About... feelings," she spoke softly, avoiding direct eye contact with Sasha.

Sasha cleared his throat, "Emily, I thought we discussed this. I am your coach, end of story."

Tears began to well up in her eyes. "No, Sasha. No. That is not the end of the story. It's the beginning of it."

He opened his mouth to refute her claim, but no words came out. Instead, Emily stepped closer to him, her heart beating out of her chest. He knew this was wrong: wrong to have a teenage girl in his trailer, wrong to feel this way for a student, wrong to desire someone like Emily. But as she stood there, offering herself to him so boldly, he knew he could not refuse. He could never refuse her. One of his hands reached up to stroke her cheek, feeling the warmth from her blush under his fingertips. His other hand moved to her waist, pulling himself against her. "Emily", he sighed, "I want you to leave", his words betraying his heart.

Emily closed her eyes. "No Sasha, you don't want that at all," she replied, once again bringing her lips to meet his. His hold on her waist tightened, and he began to kiss her in return. Never had Emily felt so alive, felt so much passion. Her arms wound around his neck, his hand into her hair. His rough lips devoured hers, setting both of their bodies on fire. He began to let himself go, to allow his feelings for her to show. He led Emily to his bed, lying on top of her whilst continuing their kisses. Short sweet ones changed into longer more passionate kisses as he began to learn the curves of her body. He explored the sides of her body, lingering on the smooth skin just above her hips. She ran her hands up and down his back, pulling his shirt over his head between kisses. It was then that he began to make confessions to her.

"Emily, I've wanted you since the first day I saw you," he whispered, out of breath. "You have an air about you, a mystery, a beauty that I wanted to behold." He started to pepper her neck and collarbone with kisses in between his words.

Though she was having some trouble breathing, Emily found the right words. "You stir in me feelings that I haven't felt before. You make me feel passion and desire. I need to have you, Sasha." She sat up to unzip her outfit, leaving her in a state of undress under Sasha's half naked body. She silenced his concerns with a forceful kiss, rolling them over so she was on top. She could feel his excitement better from this position and she started rolling her hips into him. His hands reached around to unclasp her bra. If she had been in this situation with anyone else, she may have felt embarassed. But not with Sasha. Every movement he made was filled with caring and respect. And desire. He moved his hands to begin massaging Emily's breasts as a warm feeling coursed through her veins. She could feel herself getting noticeably excited in a way she had never been before. She reached down to stroke Sasha through his pants. Almost all rational though had left her mind as one of Sasha's hands slipped below her panties into unchartered territory. He could feel how ready she was for him, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer from his touch. She removed his pants and boxers revealing his erect member, a sight that drove her to the brink. She soflty placed her lips around him before Sasha, exasperated, said "Later. I need you right now", to which Emily only smiled and yielded to him.

He removed her panties and laid her on her back. He leaned over her, kissing her from her mouth down her neck while caressing every part of her body. She was flushed and making the most delicious sounds for him. He grabbed a condom and positioned himself at her inviting entrance. Looking into her eyes, he asked for permission. She wordlessly encouraged him, kissing him deeper and wrapping her arms around him. He entered her, slowly and sensually, feeling how tight she was around him. Emily's eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she experienced a mixture of intense pain and intense pleasure. Sasha wiped a tear from her eye, and asked "Are you alright?". She nodded, and he pushed in and out, caressing her chest and kissing her lips. The motions between them became beautiful, became art. Once again, Emily felt something inside of her shift as waves of pleasure started to engulf her. Sasha felt her ride out her orgasm, following her not long after. He brushed the hair from her face and moved to lie beside her.

Catching her breath, Emily turned to face him. "Well, that changes a few things", she said happily.

"Yes, yes it does," Sasha responded, kissing her softly on her forehead.