There were many ways Gil dreamt he'd be able to touch Sara again. Not just touch her, but touch her intimately. Feel his fingers dance over her nude skin, be able to watch her muscles ripple under his touch as he inched lower. He often wondered if he'd be able to take her all the way as he ran his fingers through her folds or if she'd stop him and have his penis finish her off.

But right now, at this moment, she was watching him, his hand still dancing on her lower back as he held her gaze. He sensed her nervousness, but Sara didn't back away. Instead, slowly, she leaned in close as she slid next to him. Hips touching, thighs touching.

Gil shivered slightly as she cupped his face, not used to her touch as she nudged his nose with her own, almost playfully before he leaned in kiss her, desperate for that contact.

The kiss was soft and gentle, chaste almost as his hand slid up and ran behind her neck, holding her to him as his tongue slid over the seam of her lips, begging entrance. Begging to taste her again.

Her lips, those lips that he longed to kiss for two years, were finally on his, caressing his.

Gently, he pulled back to look at her, really take her in. His hand slipped forward to cup her face as his thumb ran over her lips, tracing them. Leaning in he kissed her nose, her slight nose. He pulled back and watched as Sara's eyes slid closed and he leaned in to kiss one eyelid, whispering her name against the warm flesh. Pulling back slowly, his lips left her only for a second before he kissed her neck, humming softly as he felt her swallow.

He faintly heard his name being said as he lapped at her skin. He looked up at her before reluctantly pulling his mouth away.

Sara was smiling at him, it was a gentle smiling, loving. He returned it before leaning in and kissing the stray tear that fell from her dark chocolate orbs.

"I missed you." Sara whispered, biting her lip.

Gil felt his breath catch at her words. He wanted to hear that so badly, wanted to know that she regretted leaving him. That she missed him, regretted not being with him for two years.

"God, Sara. I missed you too honey, so much." He whispered in her hair as he tucked her close, embracing her in his warm, tight hug.

Sara let out a shaky breath before pulling back and running her hands up his arms. One trailed down to thread her fingers through his. "Come on." She stood and guided him to her bedroom.

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Gil glanced around the white room. Although it was white it wasn't sterile feeling. Like the rest of the house, it was warm and well decorated, it was very Sara.

She shut the door behind him, before taking her place in front, watching him carefully.

Gil moved first, leaning in to catch her lips, his hands on her waist and sliding around to pull her flush against his body. He groaned softly against her mouth at the feel of her, it was familiar and yet, it was also new at the same time.

Hands worked slowly, running up and down arms, backs and shoulders. His hand slid back under her shirt, this time pulling the material over the top of her head and tossing it aside. He unclasped her bra and watched it fall to their feet before looking up at the sight of her. Leaning in, his tongue flickered across one, now pert nipple, the light airy motions sending forth a rush of heat. Then his mouth closed over her, sucking her in, his teeth grazing along her sensitive flesh.

He hear her cry out his name softly as he felt her hands entwining around his neck, holding him close and urging him to continue. Gil groaned in response, switching to the other breast paying the same attention that he had the last.

"Please…" He faintly heard her whimper. Looking up, he kissed her with a little more fervour, as his hands worked at her jeans while backing her up to the bed.

He slipped them off, his shirt and jeans, the material joining the pile before sliding them both up to the head of the bed. Gil hovered for a while, his eyes taking in the sight of her spread out before him again.

He sucked in a sharp breath as her hands wound around his mid section, pulling him down on her gently. Sara took the initiative and kissed him, her hand slipping between them to push down his boxers.

It was his turn to whimper as she gripped him, stroking the length of his cock as her tongue ran along his tongue. "Show me…" He whispered against her mouth.

Spreading her legs further, Sara raised her hips, sliding him through her folds. He entered her in one long thrust, causing them both to gasp at the feel of him filling her. He was like a perfect fit, like he was meant for her. Slowly, he pulled back once before pushing in again, setting up a deep, slow pace.

Not fucking her, but making love to her.

Gil pulled his head back for a second, taking in her features, watching as her eyes clouded and fluttered more and more as he pushed in further. The he saw it, a small tear escaping from her eye. Leaning in, he kissed it away gently. He wanted to kiss away the past two years, the pain, distance.

His pace quickened slightly, never losing the depths. Gil knew she was close, her nails dug slightly into the tanned skin on his shoulders as she gasped again.

He'd found her sweet spot.

Leaning in, he buried his face in her neck, wanting no piece of his skin untouched by hers. He felt her walls flutter around him as he did everything to keep control. That familiar cry of his name filled the room and all at once, he felt at home. He drew out her orgasm before letting himself go, his cry mimicking hers only to be muffled by her skin.

The pair lay in a tangled heap of skin and sweat, but neither cared as they caressed one another. Holding each other close, making up for lost time.

Slowly, as he rolled off her, she followed. Her arm was thrown lazily across his chest as she curled at his side. Nipping at his shoulder and watching him.

Taking in a deep breath he spoke. "Sara, please…" He looked at her, trailing off, unable to put to words what he wanted to.

But Sara understood, she always got him, "I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to."