This chapter was just begging to be written. Generally I wait until the middle of the night to post, but I just couldn't wait to get it out in writing. Please R&R, I really do love knowing that people like the chapters as much as I love writing them. Ok, I'll shut up, read on. Oh, and since I forgot to do this in all previous chapters: I disclaim.
Sara leaned against her locker, willing it to help to cool her off. At Greg's question she had simply nodded, not taking her eyes off of his. He paused, not sure what to do with the suddenly intense look she was sending him. He stood there for a long moment, just looking at her, waiting for her to say something. When she said nothing, he took a breath, ready to interject with something clever and witty to break the tension.
Slowly, Sara reached her hand out towards him; Greg didn't move. She slid three fingers between the waist of his pants and the warm skin of his stomach and pulled him to her, arching her back slightly to meet him halfway.
His hands, almost in slow motion, found her waist and the locker behind her to steady them both. His eyes held an unanswered question as they held her own captive.
Sara relished in the sensation being so close to him provided. She snaked her free hand around him and spread her fingers along his lower back. The other she let wander up his chest, the smoothness of his shirt and the solidness of what lay beneath gliding under her fingers. She let it come to rest just below his collarbone, gently pulling him down to her by the fabric of his shirt.
When, at long last their lips made contact, it was sensual, gentle and sweet. Sara found herself amazed at the tenderness with which Greg touched her. Never making assumptions, Greg let the kiss remain chaste until Sara's mouth began to open slightly, almost beckoning him to go further. She let her tongue sneak out for the briefest of instants out of sheer yearning to taste him.
Another word or 'yearn' is 'lust'.
He let himself press her closer to the locker and to himself as he gently bit her lower lip, sending a wave of chills up and down her spine.
There was no force on earth that could have stopped Sara's heart from exploding.
A powerful flow of emotions surged throughout her. The intensity of it all scared her. Slowly, she pulled back from him, the hand on his chest used to prevent her from letting herself lean forward again and give in. Her eyes did not meet him, but instead stared at her hand, which lay directly before her, still touching him.
"I'm sorry," She said, her voice smooth due to years of concealing emotions. "I can't do this."
Greg looked at her in disbelief. He took his hand from her waist and covered hers that lay on his chest. "Sara," he began, unsure of what to say.
Sara's voice remained silky as she continued to stare at their entwined hands. "No, I'm sorry. I can't, not with you. I just..." she looked up finally, into his eyes that still held that unanswered question. Her voice broke, betraying her emotions, "can't."
She slid from his arms and through the locker room door, back into the lab.
Greg sat down on one of the benches that were bolted between the rows of lockers and heaved a sad laugh of disbelief, running a hand through his hair. He slowly let out a long held breath and wondered what the hell had just happened.
There you go! You asked for it, I delivered! Now the real question is, did that relive some of the sexual tension, or add more? We'll just have to see, won't we? R&R please!