Friends First
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Author's Note: Thank you for all the great reviews for the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this new chapter.
Chapter 6:
Greg slowly woke up hearing his alarm clock beeping, although it seemed a lot quieter than usual. He opened his eyes to find himself in the living room on the couch with SARA! Greg shook his head a few times trying to bring himself out of the haze sleep brought. He glanced at his watch. He'd have to get up now, if they'd have time to go to Sara's apartment first and still make it to work on time.
"Wake up sleepy head," Greg whispered nudging the sleeping Sara at his side. Sara moaned and buried her head in Greg's shoulder.
"Go away," she mumbled.
"Come on, we have to get ready," Greg encouraged her to get up.
"Fine," Sara grumbled, rolling off the couch onto the floor, rather hard. "Ow."
"You okay?" Greg asked as he sat up.
"Excellent," she said sarcastically, sitting up. "Help me up," Sara raised her hands for Greg to pull her up.
He stands and pulls her off the ground. "Let's eat," Greg offered, "I'll cook this time."
After a breakfast of omelets, vegetarian of course, and Greg had finished getting ready, they headed over to Sara's apartment.
"Come on in," Sara held the door open for him once she found her keys. "I'll be ready as fast as I can." She pointed at the couch in front of the TV, "make yourself at home."
Greg sat on the couch and gazed around Sara's apartment. It was very Sara, and was set up much like his own apartment. The main room was split up into the kitchen, dining room and living room, with a hall leading to the bedrooms and bathroom.
He grabbed the remote control and flipped on the TV to find something to watch while he waited for Sara.
About 15 minutes later, Sara came out ready to go and found Greg dozing on the couch. "Come on Greg," she pulled him off the couch, "We don't want to be late."
"Fine," Greg grumbled. "I don't remember you wanting to get up this morning, either."
"Maybe not," Sara laughed. Greg suddenly got a mischievous look in his eyes. "Greg don't," Sara backed up as Greg advanced on her. She squealed as Greg tackled her to the ground. He began tickling her as she tried to wiggle herself free from underneath him, as he was straddling her. At least they had landed on the carpet instead of the hardwood floor.
"Do you surrender?" Greg asked her, not letting up on the tickling. Sara nodded her head not able to talk through her laughing.
"I'll let you go if you promise to do one thing," Greg grinned at her as he stopped tickling her, but didn't get off of her.
"What do you want?" Sara asked breathlessly from both the activity and her present position.
"I want," Greg' voice dropped to a whisper, "you to kiss me."
Sara stared at him for a few minutes making Greg squirm and regret his request.
"Never mind Sara," he said getting off of her and helping her to her feet. "I was only kidding."
Instead of commenting, Sara leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. She pulled back and smiled at the shocked expression on Greg's face that soon turned to bliss.
"We should probably go," Sara suggested softly.
"What?" Greg snapped back to reality. "Ya I guess we should."
They headed to work, neither regretting what had happened.