The next morning, Sara came awake slowly trying to get her bearings. After some moments she realized she was inside under a fluffy duvet and lying in one of the most comfortable beds she'd ever slept on. Frowning she looked to the other side of the bed suddenly missing the warm solid body she'd feel asleep on top of. Perched on top of the pillow there was one of those damn paper birds.
"Great. Just what I need - a duck." she complained.
A quick sense of urgency came over her as she realized what this possibly meant. She flew straight up in bed and was about to jump out when the door to the room opened.
"Hey!" he said sounding genuinely surprised. "I thought you were going to be asleep forever…" he teased.
She stared at him hard and then fell back on the mattress with a heavy sigh. She brought her hands up to her face and scrubbed at it trying to get the fear that had settled low in her stomach to subside. Feeling his weight settle beside her on the bed she let her hands fall away then turned to look at him.
"Was I so out of it last night that I imagined falling asleep in the hammock?" she asked forcing lightness into her voice.
Letting what he'd just witnessed slide, he answered her with a smile. "It started to rain earlier this morning. You seemed cold so I brought you in here."
"Oh." Looking out the window she realized that there didn't seem to be much hope for the rest of the day as she took in the dismal grey scene and the water dripping from the roof.
"I also went to get us some coffee because I thought that'd be as good a place to start as any." he explained interrupting her musing.
"What do you mean?" she asked clearly confused.
"I was thinking last night after you fell asleep that I know so much about you but I don't know the simple things like how you take your coffee, your favorite song, favorite beer…."
Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand she pulled him down to her. As if expecting her to do this, he rolled as their lips crashed together so that she was lying half on top of him. There was no gentleness about this moment at all, they'd both waited too long. His hands roved over her back as her mouth demanded a response, she took and he gave. Nothing and no one had ever been like this for him. Nothing in him wanted this to end. She felt his hands tangle through her hair and knew that she only wanted more. Wondering how she'd lasted this long with out him, she couldn't hold back. Finally pulling back, she rested her forehead against his and tried to get her breathing under control.
Laughingly Michael said, "M'kay….. Had to get that out of your system did you?"
Rolling off of him to put some distance between them, her face flamed and she closed her eyes. Eventually she replied, "Definitely."
Leaning back over her he drank in every aspect of her. Her tried to memorize everything angle of her face, her skin, her silky hair….
"Black." she said.
"Excuse me?" he said confused.
"My coffee. I take it black." she explained smiling up at him.