Ok... this chapter is rated M so if you are offended by sexual scenes, please do not read! (Personally it's not really graphic, more sensual!)
Three days had passed since Michael and Sara's meeting in the park. Three long, agonising, contactless days. Michael had lost count of the amount of times he jumped to his phone each time it rung or received a message. He longed to reach out and contact Sara but each time he tried to he stopped. He understood that she needed her space; coming back into her life after four long, painful years was hard enough but pressuring her to come back to him would not be fair. He would understand if she didn't want anything more to do with him but his gut told him otherwise. They had a connection and it would only be a matter of time before she was in his arms. Well, he hoped anyway. He didn't want to call in case her fiancé heard and he didn't want to make her feel like he was jumping down her throat. So he waited.
He had just stepped out of the shower after a long, difficult day at work, made worse by the meddling thoughts in his head. Wearing nothing but low-slung navy tracksuit bottoms, he switched on his 50-inch Smart TV and the news played in the background. Food was the last thing on his mind but he began to make a quick dinner for one, as usual. Michael rarely had company; since leaving Sara and his brother in Panama he didn't really have anyone. A couple of women for the night, occasional dinners and evenings with work colleagues but apart from that, nothing. He was used to fixing dinner for one.
There was a sudden light knocking at his door. Not expecting company, Michael wondered whether he had scheduled a delivery of some sort, a new DVD or book perhaps.
"One second," he called out, washing his hands which were covered in lemon and chilli meat marinade. Wiping them dry on his tracksuit bottoms, he opened the door to his apartment and his heart leapt after seeing the beautiful brunette standing on the other side of the door.
"Sara? Are you ok?" He didn't know what else to say to her. He just looked at her, effortlessly beautiful.
"I just had to make sure," she began.
"Make sure of what?"
"I had to make sure it's still real, you and me."
A lump formed in Michael's throat. He swallowed and took a breath.
"It's always been real, Sara," he began, his hand gently tucking loose strands of Sara's hair behind her right ear. He longed to kiss her, slowly. "You and me, it always will be. It always was, my visions of you kept me going when we were apart. I never stopped loving you."
She looked up at him and he could see tears pooling in her eyes. It was such an intimate, but genuine moment between the two of them and it was at this point where Sara realised she could never move forward in her life without Michael. She let her tears cascade down her face; not tears of sorrow but tears of emotion and love. Michael's lips met her cheek, gently kissing the tears from her face.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice breaking. Their lips found each others and the familiarity of the kiss led the way. Michael's hands cupped Sara's face and her arms were tightly wrapped around his bare torso. She wrapped her legs around his and he hoisted her up until she was wrapped around him, each kiss getting hungrier and hungrier. Four years of hurt, want, passion and heartache bled into each kiss and as Michael felt Sara's body wrapped around his he felt a combination of lust, love and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to protect her forever.
He stumbled over a pair of shoes in the doorway as he navigated towards the bedroom, totally dark apart from the illuminated skyline shining in from the window. He sat her on the window ledge and stared into her eyes as he peeled away her white tee shirt, never breaking away from her gaze. Her lips were slightly parted and plumped-up from kissing Michael and she bit her lip as Michael kissed her neck and collarbone; she writhed and moaned, anxious for what was coming next.
"Michael…" she called out, but her voice barely above a whisper.
"I've waited four years, have a little patience," he teased. He lifted her up and took her to his bed, laying her down as if she was the most precious thing in the world. He was determine not to rush this reunion of their bodies and souls.
"Kiss me." She pleaded. Michael's lips sunk into hers and kissed her like his life depended on it. Sara could feel his hard member against her inner thigh and she gripped to him, as to not break the spell. His hands hastily removed her clothing until she was naked. He trailed kissed down her body and her hands searched for his. She needed to feel as close to him as she could, too scared to break away from his touch.
"Michael, please," she pleaded. "I need you."
Michael kissed Sara long and slow, their tongues dancing in their mouths. He entered her, slowly, and she bit down on his lip, the familiarity of their love rushing back to her. He groaned, the pleasure incomparable. Sara clung to Michael, her fingernails leaving indentations in his soft back. The feeling turned Michael on even more and he groaned louder. His lips found their way back to Sara's neck, her sensitive spot and he marked his territory with his tongue and lips.
This was one of the few times they had made love which hadn't ended in gunfire and at this present time, the world belonged to the star crossed lovers. Michael grabbed Sara and spun round. She was on top of him, looking down into his ocean eyes.
"My god you are beautiful," he murmured, his hands gripping her small waist. She arched her back as she rode him, her body meeting his slowly but with immense passion. He watched her, each thrust sending him closer to letting go. He cupped her pert breasts, caressing each nipple with the tips of his thumb. Michael could feel her tighten around him, and he returned his hands to her hips and held her tightly, bringing Sara deeper and harder. She cried out as she came, his name leaving her lips multiple times. Michael too succumbed to his pleasure and exploded. Neither said a word for a good 10 minutes, they just lay there and Michael wiped away Sara's silent tears which fell down her face, tears to acknowledge she had found her home in him.
