Greg rapped softly on Sara's front door. It was the middle of the night, but the lights were still on, and he could hear the drone of her television, so she might still be up.
He shifted nervously. What was he going to say to her? He definitely needed a strategy. This he'd have to ease into. He couldn't very well just walk in and blurt it out...
"Greg!" The door was open, and a surprised-looking Sara looked him over. "Come in."
Hands jammed deep in his pockets, he slunk in. "Thanks."
"So." She seemed almost as nervous as he felt. "What... what brings you here?"
"I ah, I just... Can we sit down?"
She nodded and moved over to sit next to him on the sofa.
"I - I missed you, Sara. I couldn't sleep." He fidgeted and sighed. "I have, um, feelings for you. I just thought I should tell you that."
Sara smiled shyly. "I missed you, too, Greg. It really got me thinking."
"Yeah. Um, me too. See, the thing is, I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time, but then we went to Hawaii and we were together all the time and it was so good, you were so warm and sweet in my arms and then we came home and there I was all by myself and I missed you so much I decided to come over here and tell you. Sara, why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not laughing at YOU, Greg, I'm in love with you too. I couldn't sleep; I've been up watching infomercials and moping because I knew there was no damned way I'd get up the courage to tell you. "
He pulled her into his arms and took her face between his hands. "I love you so much," he whispered, then took her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. His tongue begged entry, and she gladly parted her lips for him, moaning when he eagerly deepened the kiss. Fire ran through her veins as the kiss went on and on, breaking only by the need for air. "Oh, Sara," he whispered. "I've wanted to do that for longer than you know." He pulled her across his lap and began raining soft, gentle kisses across her lips, her cheeks, finally moving to her tender neck and ears. She melted under his adoring caresses, her bones turning to Jello from his touch.
She whimpered as his tongue brushed over her jugular. He had found The Spot and he knew it; he intensified his efforts, and she felt every drop of resistance drain out of her. "You like that, hmm," he whispered against her neck.
Oh, yes, she did. She liked what his hands were doing under her shirt even better. He had magic hands, of that she was convinced. Somehow her clothes were disappearing, and his hands were everywhere. He stopped long enough to get her to her bedroom, then tenderly laid her on her bed and intensified his ardent attentions. "Love you so much," he whispered against her lips as he merged with her. "Oh, Sara..."
In passion's aftermath they collapsed in a sated, exhausted tangle. When the sunlight woke them they would have a lot to discuss, but for now all was right in their world.