Someone asked me to do a Mickara... here you go! :p

Rating: T
Title: accidents
Summary: Mara saw Mick kissing another girl.
Pair: Mickara

Mick kissed Amber. Amber kissed Mick.

Mara didn't know what to believe.

She just kept running.

She'd run until she found somewhere she could be happy.

She'd run forever.

"Mara, please!" Mick yelled, chasing after the girl. "I'm sorry!"

Mara looked back at the boy whom she thought loved her. "Mick, save it." she whispered, barely able to speak from crying so much.

"Mara, I didn't mean to. She- I- Mara!" he stuttered as Mara kept running.

"Mick, just go! Go back to Amber! You never wanted me!" she screeched, sobbing. Though she didn't want to believe it. She didn't stop running, and she was still regretting every step. She wanted to run back into his arms and make him hers. She couldn't keep running, but she did.

"Mara Jaffray, I am completely and utterly in love with you!"

This stopped the devastated girl in her tracks. Mick ran up to her, finally out of breath. "Yeah? Prove it, Campbell." she whispered, though she just knew that he really meant it.

With this, Mick kissed her gently, pulling her close. Mara reluctantly kissed back and felt his tounge press against her lips. She let him in and kissed with as much passion as she could. Mara smiled and pulled away to breathe.

"I missed that," the lovestruck Mara admitted.

"Me too," He smiled as she laid down on the grass. Mick was quick to lean over her on the ground. She pressed her lips to his again in an instant, his hands wrapping around her head.

She only pulled back to whisper something to him; "I love you Mick." Mara smiled, kissing him again.

They kissed for a while, until Mara suddenly flipped him over, breathing steady, but heavily, so she was on top. Mara pulled his jacket off. "It's Summer, Mick. You must be blistering in that blazer," she grinned, smiling flirtatiously.

"M-Mara..." he stuttered nervously.

"Oh? Still too hot?" Mara smiled, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Mara- I- I- Uh..."

Mara silenced him with a kiss. "Ssh, Mick."

"Ma-a-ra, I really don't think we should be doing this..." he sighed unsteadily as she pulled away.

"Mick..." she groaned, pleading.

"You're too damn irresistible, Mara.," he smiled as she pulled off her sweater. She giggled and grabbed his hand, running back to her room with him.

"So where were we?" Mara asked, grinning. In response, Mick undid a button on her blouse. "Oh, right," she grinned, as he undid more buttons.

There was one last closed button in the middle of Mara's shirt. Mara reached up and pushed it through the hole. They were both shirtless, Mara still in a bra. Mick reached back to the clasp, but stopped himself, looking at her face carefully. She nodded longingly, as Mick continued, pulling the last cloth covering her chest off, tossing it on the floor.

Mick leaned on top of her and kissed her once again, their tongues fighting for dominance. They'd never gone farther than this, let alone almost in the open. The most they'd ever done, even in private, was kissing. But everyone knew they really liked each other.

The funny part was that sometimes they didn't know it themselves.