Chapter 39

Anxious

Apprehension had been building ever Gil had suggested they go straight back to the hotel. Sara seemed to not know what he had somehow tried to imply. He felt it was best that way. If he lost his nerve and had to back out at the last minute she'd never know what he'd been thinking all this time. No harm done. No disappointment.

The cab got caught in late night traffic much to Gil's dismay, and every red light seemed to catch it, and all the while Gil was just wishing the trip was over. The more time went on, the more he was beginning to doubt this was a good idea at all.

When the black taxi cab finally came to a halt outside the hotel, Gil did all but cry hallelujah, and he paid with a generous tip, he got out quickly taking Sara's hand.

Sara held his hand and let him walk slightly ahead as they entered the hotel, within minutes they were in the elevator. In the steel doors of the elevator, Gil saw their distorted reflections, he could even see the look of anxiety stretched across his face. It made him look almost twice as old – or it could have just been the distorted reflection and bad lighting playing tricks with his eyes.

"Are you okay?""

"I'm fine…" Gil assured, he watched the floor numbers pass by on the panel by the doors. He sucked in a deep breath, his heart was beating at a wild pace that he thought it might burst out of his chest.

"You seem…uhm…anxious…" Sara admitted.

"Really, I'm fine," he assured he assured, his eyes never left the panel, he was pleading silently with the elevator to speed up, so that they might reach Sara's suite sooner. But as desperate and ready as he felt, the doubts still onslaught his mind.

Am I really ready for this? Is she? What if this whole idea is one big mistake? He wondered.

Sara tugged his arm to pull him out of his reverie, "hey, we've passed your floor…" she noted. She seemed to have realised if he were that tired, he would have indeed gone straight to his room like usual rather than see her to her door.

"I thought I'd see you to your door," He said, "this is a date, it's customary," he reminded, he smiled a little.

Sara smiled a little too, and she squeezed his hand in response.

Moments later, the elevator doors opened on the twelfth floor, where Sara's suite was located. They walked down the hall together, hand in hand, and when they finally approached the door, Sara let go of his hand to fish her cardkey out of her bag.

Gil watched her, still anxious, heart still thudding and the blood rushing south of his belt. He watched her fumble with her cardkey, pushing it into the slot several times to try and make the door open.

Gil found himself wondering if the fact the door was reluctant to unlock for them was a sign that this was a mistake, that he should change his mind now.

Don't be stupid, it's a door. It's an electronic lock, that's all. These things malfunction all the time. It's not a sign.

Eventually with a soft beep and the flash of a red light on the panel, the door unlocked, Sara twisted the handle, the door opened slowly.

"Well…" Sara said, she turned to Gil as she stood framed in the open doorway, "I had a great time toda—"

She never had a chance to finish her sentence, he moved quickly, pressing his lips against hers to silence her, at the same time stepping up to her so that she was forced backwards into the room, he blindly reached out behind him to swing the door shut, and he heard the click of the lock.

Sara faltered, confused at first, then tentatively wrapping her arms around his neck. She tried to speak, her words muffled by his own. Gil stumbled forward, he cracked one eye open and shifted his position slightly so he could look past her and see where the bedroom was located from where they were standing. He awkwardly guided her whilst never letting the kiss break. He hit his hip on an end table, and didn't care, he nearly tripped on the edge of a rug. Eventually, he found the doorway into the room she'd been sleeping in.

The passion burned through him, he felt a very physical ache, more physical than ever he'd felt in her presence before. But the doubts began to come again.

Are you really going to do this? You're standing in the dark, by a bed, and you want this so bad it hurts…but are you really going to do it, or are you going to wimp out like you always do?

Their tongues danced crazily against each others, kissing hard and deep, he put his hands behind her back to support her and began to inch her backwards towards the bed. She faltered, she seemed to want to ask what was going on but he wasn't about to let her ruin the moment with her questions. It had taken him long enough to finally get to this point.

Somehow with much coaxing she was finally down on the bed, and he was leaning over her, kneeling on the bed to support his weight. He took this moment to decide whether he wanted to go further. He already had her right where he wanted her, and he'd managed to be quite bold in getting her there. But the moment he let himself press down on her, he knew there would be no turning back for either of them.

Tentatively, distracting her with his deep intense kisses, he let his weight down on her, so that she felt him press against her. He wasn't sure if her mumble, which was stifled by his kiss, was a moan of pleasure, or an utter of protest. When he didn't feel her pushing him off, he pressed against her a little more, rolling his hips forward just to let her feel the height of his arousal.

He felt her pushing his jacket past his shoulders so that he had to shift his position and raise his arms to get it off, and it was tossed to the floor haphazardly. Gil felt her hands massage his back through the cotton of his shirt, her touch made him ache just that little more.

He one of his hands roam, deciding to begin with the less erogenous places to test the unfamiliar, in one fluid motion his hand traveled from her waist to her hip and to the bottom of her thigh, he slid his hand under her knee and raised her leg a little, it giving him a little more freedom of space to press harder against her.

By now, he was sure the noises she was making were soft whimpers of pleasure. She finally had to break the kiss to let out a full fledged moan, while he held back the need to make any kind of sound out of fear of ruining the moment. He kissed his way down her jaw to her neck, he traced slippery patterns across her flesh with his tongue, stopping every now and then to kiss and gently suck at the soft skin. With his lips he could feel her excited pulse throbbing beneath her flesh.

Sara's bare fingers slid beneath the flesh of his shirt to caress his bare back, Gil felt tingles at her touch, he arched his back in response. He shifted his position, he kissed her again, more passionately than before.

Her fingers were now fumbling with the buttons on the front of his shirt, while worked one of his own hands under the hem of her cotton top, he stroked the soft firm skin of her stomach, he heard her inhale sharply and she sucked in her stomach as if his touch had slightly tickled.

Gil suppressed the urge to laugh at this. He pulled the collar of her top to the side of her neck so he had more access to kiss further down near her shoulder, he heard her sigh softly in delight.

When she made noises like this, his mind raced with erotic imagery of how it would be to make love with her. It was becoming nearly impossible to hold back now. He felt like a hungry wild beast having stalked it's helpless prey days before the kill, he wanted to ravage her.

He moved his hand up her stomach a little more, marveling at the velvety texture of her skin. A little more desperately, he pushed his hardness against her, he heard her let out a louder moan, one that made him shudder with yearning. She shifted beneath him, rolling her hips upwards to match him.

The pleasure building from the mere pressure of their bodies pressed together at the middle was near enough to send him over the edge. All of the control he'd learned over years of lovemaking had almost now abandoned him.

He leaned up a little and tugged on her top so that it came up, she helped him remove it, and he stared down at her, her upper torso bare save her bra – the same absurdly coloured purple bra he'd seen in her apartment over a month ago. He smirked a little at this, admiring how it pushed her breasts upwards just a little, making them seem fuller and more rounded.

He kissed her collarbone, sliding himself down her body just a little, kissing down to where her cleavage began, he let his tongue caress the flesh as he worked his way back up towards her throat, worked his way along her jaw, to her chin and then finding her lips again, his hands sliding under her back to find the clasps to release her body from the undergarment. She arched her back to give him more access, her shoulders supporting her weight.

A sound disrupted them both from their passion, they hadn't expected it, either of them. A loud ringing, a bell. An obnoxious incessant ringing that wasn't letting up. It was almost so deafening that Gil did not hear what Sara said when he leaned up in confusion. He was able to read her lips enough to make out what she'd said.

Sara pulled herself up, struggling from beneath him, she climbed off of the bed, "It's the fire alarm!"

Gil groaned, "now?" he demanded in disbelief.

Sara smoothed down her shirt quickly, "we need to exit the building!" she said loudly over the sounds of the bell, she grabbed his jacket from the floor and tossed it towards him, she headed for the door in a slow calm manner, "come on!"

Gil winced. I don't believe this, he thought. This is just so typical! I get this far and the far alarm goes off before I barely get started. God has a weird sense of humour! If this turns out to be a fire drill, I'm seriously going to kick the ass of the guy who arranged it…

He pulled himself up, holding his jacket in front of him. He followed Sara out of the room, cursing the day the fire alarm had ever been invented.

A bit OOC probably, I know, ah, but anyway, I know, I'll probably get flames saying this is the most evil chapter I've ever written. Gil's already to get his bagpipes played, and there goes the fire alarm, lol. Talk about bad luck!

I'll mention the 3line reviewers in the next chapter :)

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