Sara's POV

I moved away, digging in my bag again and came back to sit beside him holding out two tablets and a bottle of water. "Here, these will help," I offered and he smiled and took them from my hand popping them in his mouth. I opened the water and handed it to him and he took a few long swallows.

"Okay, now just lay back and relax okay?" I watched him staring at me before closing his eyes again.

Damn he had such long, dark eyelashes. Was there nothing about this man that wasn't beautiful?

I let myself think back to that night...

The water falling down on us, me gripping his bare shoulder, clenching it hard in my palm as I felt his breath, his lips, kiss down my throat, pulling the dress lower, hungry for more skin, moaning my name against my chest, as I pulled him closer...

No chains, no handcuffs, no guards...just Roman, in the darkness as I felt his hand sneaking up my thigh under my dress...please more...

I shook myself fast from the memory and saw his eyes still closed. Why was I torturing myself with what could never happen again?

I needed to focus on now. Everything from before was too late and not either of our faults. I sat down beside him and first cleaned the wound and then numbed the area before ripping open the suture pack. His eyes were still closed and I just found myself staring at his peaceful expression.

In that moment he looked so relaxed, so worry free. I wished I could keep him like that and not send him back to the cruel guards and the other inmates that no doubt would hurt him more.

I dug into his skin, as carefully and precisely as I could, pulling the thread through and getting one, then two and three stitches done. I could see him sucking in to barely breathe to hold in any pain he might be feeling.

His eyes peeked open for a moment and I smiled at him, leaning closer. "Just relax Roman. You need to stay still." I ran my gloved hand down his face, hovering over his eyes like a mother would to relax a child and his gray eyes fell closed again, a stray strand of his raven hair falling down his cheek.

"Mmmm that feels so good Sara," he whispered and I just watched him smile with his eyes still closed. I stroked my fingers down through the hair at the side of his face and he turned his head just slightly to the caress and moaned.

"No moving Roman, just a little more..." I said softly and I saw him obey and turn his head back upright.

I lifted the needle to the wound again and I watched him cringe just slightly this time and bite his bottom lip but his eyes stayed closed.

I almost jumped as I felt the faintest touch on my waist to see his free hand had dropped down between us on my side of the seat and was tracing the lightest circles on my hip as I worked. I should have lifted his hand off me but I was surprised at how soothing his touch was and I didn't want him to stop.

Swallowing hard I closed my eyes to draw my focus and when I opened them I dug into his skin again and again, stitching it back together as he caressed my hip on top of the thin material of my skirt. I watched his breath ease, and his features relax as he caressed me. He wasn't biting his lip anymore either.

His touching me was helping him with the pain...just like it was the night he was so brutally injured.

That line between doctor/patient and this I realized was so far past professional, but right then I didn't care. I was helping him and damn was he soothing me too.

When he realized I wasn't stopping anything I saw him smile too, and open his eyes slowly. Roman locked his gray eyes with mine and I froze above him and felt him squeeze my hip in his palm. I saw him mouth 'Thank you' and I knew this was all so messy, so complicated and I could not tell if this was us struggling to know how to say goodbye in a few hours. Nothing made any sense.

I leaned back as I finished, stripping the gloves off and discarding the wrapping and needle in another pocket in my bag beside me. 10 damn stitches is what it took to fix what Miz had damaged on his handsome face. Watching him as I sat so close. I knew our time was ending.

His voice permeated the silence in the plane as I sat up closer to wipe his face more with the wet cloth. His hand rubbed up and down my side, up my hip and side and down again, not releasing his hold on me at all and I could feel his palm pull me in closer against him.

God Roman's touch felt so good. I missed him so much. Was he remembering us...finally before it was too late?

"What affected you so much in your life that you are so terrified of flying. Who did you lose?" he asked softly, his eyes opening.

I was surprised at the bold question. That was one of the worst moments of my life. It was deeply personal and I already felt our relationship was so far off the deep end of appropriate already and I wasn't sure more sharing was such a good idea at all.

Him just laying back all vulnerable, human, with almost no chains to remind me society thought he was dangerous was so normal. So safe. I saw him as just a man, not a criminal, not a man who had killed. I didn't want to believe he had killed.

I wanted him to be just a man. I wanted him to be mine.

And as he lay there watching me, his hand rubbing up and down on my back before settling to wrap his palm around my hip I was so taken in by the innocence of him. He didn't look like a prisoner at all in this moment.

Part of me wanted him to remember. But the other part thought it would just be torture to know how close we were. How much he affected me, made me melt in his embrace and drown in everything about him, with the water pouring down on us. I had never been that intimate with anyone and I literally ached for him to remember.

But wouldn't it just be cruel to know now, so close to being apart forever?

No I needed to just get him cleaned up and say good bye somehow. That was why I came on this flight. I needed to somehow say goodbye.

"The bottom of your pants are covered in blood," I stated and I doubt he missed that I really had no idea how to talk about something that private with him. He looked down like he needed to prove my statement as I got up, his hand falling down to the seat from where it had still been lightly caressing my side. "I'll get you some clean clothes."

I knew where the guards had packed a bunch more jumpsuits and shirts and tank tops and probably more socks too and I went across the plane to get them. I was back in a minute and didn't even register how I could let him get changed while still cuffed to the chair. I brought the folded pile of clothes back to him and he looked at me with the same puzzled expression I had on how to do this.

I had just said that to avoid a difficult personal conversation I wasn't ready for and now standing face to face with something maybe just as personal and difficult because of my feelings for him.

Was I way out of my depth here? I knew if I was going to let him change I was pretty sure I needed to help him. He was just a patient. I'd seen patients in all forms of undress before. What was I so nervous about?

Swallowing hard, I scrambled to find some semblance of professionalism again.

"Um Roman, I can help you change..." I stuttered and I was sure he could tell I was uneasy. I turned the light back down to dim above us. I didn't need the light now but I also wanted to hide how nervous I felt with what I was going to do.

The grin that spread across his face made me blush, and I felt my skin heat up just from the intensity of his eyes on me. Roman's eyes were teasing and darker than before, different...not like I had seen him till now. He looked almost daring in his look back at me.

"Are you sure you want to do that Sara?" he asked me his voice smooth, like a ribbon of melted chocolate in its tone.

God, what did I get myself into? I was supposed to be backing away from being more personal with him, not sprinting forward further into more dangerous territory.

I found myself unable to speak and only nodded numbly. I could do this, just to help him get more comfortable. Not cause I wanted to see his gorgeous body one more time.

I was a doctor damn it. How many times had I gotten patients out of their clothes to operate or change bandages or treat wounds? Hundreds.

He was still sitting and practically lounging in the chair in front of me, his bare feet on the floor, legs apart. There was blood all down his jump suit in the back and some on his white t shirt too from when Miz had hit him. I found a pair of scissors and knowing in order to get it off I needed to cut the sleeve where his cuff was.

Roman's steely gray eyes seemed riveted to me as he looked like he was going to stand up but then realized the cuff would prevent that and instead sunk to his knees in front of me.

This was a prisoner. I should be scared to be this close to him, to any of them.

But with Roman I wasn't scared at all, I knew there was something between us. Something more than just this raw physical attraction. Something deeper.

I knelt down in front of him, feeling even more awkward standing since then his head was level with my chest. I reached my hands up and started undoing the buttons on his orange jumpsuit. I could feel his breathing pick up and I continued undoing the buttons one by one as my heart pounded harder in my ears.

I kept my eyes down. I was scared he would be able to see how much he was affecting me as a woman. I was not a doctor right now like I damn well should be. I was a woman, kneeling on the floor unbuttoning a man's shirt. Undressing him like I wanted to be with him.

Shit, I had no idea how I could keep this platonic anymore. What did I want? I was such a liar thinking I could do this in any way as a doctor at all after everything.

Once I was done with the buttons, my hand moved to pick up the scissors. I continued to keep my eyes from his but could still feel the heat of them on me. He held out his hand to me, the chain clinking against the chair and I cut carefully through the fabric all the way up his one sleeve, the thick material falling away from his arm as I cut.

I moved closer, so close in fact that I could feel his warm breaths on my face as I tugged the thick orange fabric off his shoulders and down his back.

Oh god, why was life so cruel to steal his memory of me, of us? If he only knew how many times these last few weeks I wanted to just scream it out and to hell with the doctors orders to let him remember things on his own. Time was slipping away. There was none left.

I looked up at his face finally as the material was now at his waist and I wasn't sure what to do now. I could feel his muscles tense under the thin shirt as I pulled the jumpsuit down.

"Umm, I," Roman said, now it was his turn to look flustered. He had a button and then a zipper and he looked like trying to get them undone with one hand was proving more challenging than he thought. Was his hand shaking too?

"Its okay Roman," I tried to sound calm and not incredibly turned on.

My hands trembled just slightly as I unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. My damn heart was in my throat. Just breath Sara.

Our eyes met then and the air was just crackling with intensity around us. My hands were at his waist, and bravely shifted the fabric lower and lower on his hips. I felt literally dizzy.

Damn this man and what he did to me. What was the matter that could not just treat him like anyone else?!

My thoughts were interrupted by him shifting his weight to one leg, standing up enough to slide back into the seat behind him. The pants were down by his thighs now as he sat back down. I swallowed hard forcing myself to not think of him like this, so close to me. I reached again for his pants and slowly pulled them down his legs and off his body to toss them aside.

There he sat in his white, tight boxers and t-shirt and I could swear he was enjoying this when he was driving me crazy with how much he affected me.

I turned and picked up the fresh suit and helped his legs into them and started sliding them up his body. He lifted his ass and let me pull them up to his waist before I buttoned and zipped them up. I had to keep reminding myself to breath, thinking feeling him like this was going to make me faint.

I helped him into his socks next being careful to touch the tender bandaged skin as little as possible before slipping his boots back on too. Neither of us had said a word in awhile and I wasn't sure words would even come out in any form that made sense right now.

Standing back up, the plane lurched just a bit making me grab onto the armrest of the seat for stability. I really didn't want to deal with more bumps while flying, They brought back too many horrible memories.

Roman looked like he could see my insecurity right away, his voice calm and soothing as he spoke. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, my grip loosening on the seat. I was okay. It was just a little bump. We weren't crashing. I just needed to breath.

I examined his shirt and saw there was sticky, wet blood all down his one sleeve and by his neck from his head wounds. Some blood even slipped between the buttons of the jumpsuit staining the front of the shirt. I held up the scissors once more, stepping closer my one leg between his and he lifted his arm for me to cut the t-shirt to allow it to slip past the cuff on his wrist and dropped the scissors on the seat.

He was sitting back more in the chair, as I eased the t-shirt up over his head leaning way over him trying to keep my balance. I messed up his hair pulling him free of the bloody shirt to toss it to the floor and without thinking I tucked the stray silky dark strands behind his ears. I heard his breath catch in his throat at that as my hands were tangled in his hair.

Just then the plane jolted again more forcefully the whole plane tipping back hard and fast, like it caught a pocket of air cause and I lost my balance leaning over him and fell into his lap!

I landed against him, my hands trying to break my fall as my fingers felt the hard muscles of his chest, clothed only in the thin tank top. I froze, my eyes finding his, seeing such warmth and need in the depths of them.

"Sara," he rasped out, his voice shaky. "I've got you. You are okay. You are safe. The plane isn't crashing. We are okay," he mumbled softly.

His one free hand caught me around the waist as I was flung in his direction and as we stared at each other I felt that hand slowly move from my waist and up higher to stretch up to cradle my back all the way to my neck, just holding me as much as he probably could with only one arm, as my legs fell to the sides of his thighs.

My heart was racing at his touch, my body straddling his, my skirt spread over us. But my head did not agree with what my body wanted. "Roman, we...can't...," I breathed out, my mind telling me to pull away, knowing I should back up.

But I wanted this for weeks. God I wanted this with him.

However it felt like torture to be so close only now when I wanted it for so long already and we had so little time left.

Instead of backing away, I splayed my hands over his chest, running my fingers across the smooth planes of his muscles and across his tight nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Reacquainting myself with him felt so good. Touching him felt so good.

I slid my arms up and around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and my eyes moved to find his. I gasped to see his already locked on mine...watching me, studying me.

He looked deep in my eyes, his hand had slipped lower now and under my skirt, squeezing my bare thigh. The feelings of his touch had me gasping for breath before his fingers trailed back up my body and along my side, his hand barely grazing the side of my breast through my shirt.

I whimpered at that, feeling a rush of arousal between my legs. My head now too knew I was such a liar.

"Why not?" he breathed out. His eyes were wide, lustful and pleading, hungry even and I just stayed trapped in his deep gray gaze.

"Sara," he whispered, his breath against my face, my name as smooth as a caress, his lips so close and just grazing my cheek. I felt them kiss down my skin to my throat, light kisses so faint I could barely feel them, his lips were so soft. I lifted my head giving him more room, more skin to taste, tilting my head.

"Mmm, Roman, " I moaned, feeling his kisses further down my neck as his one free hand now pulled my body tight against him at my waist. "What are we doing?" I breathed hardly believing it myself. But I had missed him so much. He had no idea how much.

He paused to look back at me and stroked his fingers down my face. "I don't know Sara. I just know I needed to do that. " He looked almost teary. "There isn't enough time..." And one tear escaped his dark lashes and slipped down his cheek.

Everything felt so charged with electricity and I was still straddling his lap and nuzzled his face when I felt his fingers again slipping down under my skirt and against my bare thigh.

Roman's mouth was against my face and I could feel the tear on his cheek. "I get flashes in my dreams of kissing you Sara when I know we haven't kissed. And touching you too...like this...Am I fucking crazy? If I am tell me to stop..."

His fingers slipped higher, to my inner thigh grazing the edge of my silky lace white panties and I could hardly breath as I froze under him. My hands were gripping his shoulders tight, my body leaned back slightly to the side and into his shoulder of the arm cuffed to the chair allowing him more room for his free hand to move, I felt his fingers between my legs and I clenched and gasped as lightning just racing through me from his touch. He moved his one leg up more behind me to for me to lean back on since his ankles were not cuffed either and I leaned back and let him lead, let him explore me...

I was struggling to find air to breath, to speak and I looked hard in his eyes that were locked on mine and as if desperate to know too what I was thinking. "You aren't," I gasped out and nodded. "You aren't crazy."

"God Roman, please don't stop.." I breathed out, my head falling against his, my fingers gripping tighter around his neck, tugging on his hair. I felt those fingers move between my legs, the dampness of my panties more than showing him how turned on I was as he stroked featherlight over me and I arched up into him with a cry. I felt so close already, and he was barely touching me on top of the silk in all the right places.

My eyes found his and he was smiling down at me. "Something did happen? I'm not imagining it? I can see in your eyes Sara that I've done this before. You want more...are you sure?"

I nodded rapidly, biting my lip at the sensations. I needed to tell him. I did. But I arched again, feeling his fingers teasing, rubbing in circles. "Oh, God, I'm.." and I gripped him harder, my mouth right against his cheek, feeling his breath right against mine.

Everything felt like fire burning, igniting and I dug my nails in his neck, my mouth open in a soundless cry as the rush crested so fast and so hard and we had barely done anything yet but I had been aching for him for weeks already.

I had more flashes behind my closed eyes of his fingers, his hands, the water, my skin, his lips, everything from that night before reality crashed in and stole him from me then. In a flash of bright light and paramedics rushing in and cuffs slammed on him and the doors closed and being alone all in a blink of an eye.

I held tighter now, my arms wrapped around him praying nothing could steal him like it had been then. Opening my eyes slowly, I dared to let go of his neck. I saw him smiling down at me now and looking at me with so much depth in those unique gray eyes of his.

He stroked my hair back from my face and I felt his lips by my ear. "That was amazing..." he whispered. "I have missed you too. It feels like that was first time I have done that, please you like that and yet I feel like I remember more too. Things are coming back in pieces."

Feeling tears at my lashes. I pulled his head closer and gripped his face. "It's not the first time Roman. And I have missed you so much too. I have waited so long for you to start to remember. I have so much I want to tell you."

I watched a tear slide down his face to his lips and focused on them for the briefest of moments seeing his tongue dart out and lick his upper lip. "Okay, but first please kiss me...I remember that too. I can see it in my head anytime I close my eyes lately Sara..." I saw his eyes find mine as I looked up too and his head moved closer and I closed my own in anticipation of his crashing lips.

I barely even realized anyone was there until a voice hissed through the air, shattering the intimate mood we were wrapped up in. "Roman! What's going on here?"

No, no. Not yet...please.

I spun around, nearly jumping off Roman's lap at the same time and tumbled to the carpeted floor. His free hand darted out and caught my waist before I completely hit the floor.

Dean was stepping forward from the near darkness till he was standing right in front of us. "Do I even want to know what the hell I just saw?"

He didn't see half of what happened in those precious last few minutes there, I thought.

He didn't even give either of us a chance to answer him as he switched the overhead light on bright in the dim cabin. "If it was any other guard but me Dr. Jordan do you know how much trouble you would both be in? Roman could be locked up in a damn supply closet for the rest of the flight. They could have beaten him almost to death thinking he was taking advantage of you!"

Roman looked up at him, his expression remorseful. "You know that wasn't what happened boss. I would never do that. I would never hurt her."

I stood up, straightening my skirt and nodded rapidly at Dean, my chest tight with fear at what they could do to Roman because of what it looked like happened and anything they didn't know happened. "It wasn't his fault. I was just helping him change out of the bloody clothes and then the plane pitched and I fell into his lap. It was completely innocent. Roman didn't hurt me."

I wanted everything that happened. Completely innocent? I caught Roman looking back at me as I said that and we both fought to hide smiles.

Sexy as hell was more like it.

"Well it didn't look innocent," Dean snapped. "I already gave you more than I should have with letting him out of the ankle cuffs. They could have my job for this. Damn it Doc, what would you think seeing you in his arms and him half dressed? Miz could have seen you and accused Roman of attempted rape and nearly killed him! Is that what you wanted?"

"No!" I said without a thought looking back at Roman. "God, no! I would never forgive myself if I was the reason you were accused of rape."

I sunk back to the seat beside him wishing I could crawl back in his lap and run my hands through his hair get that damn kiss we both wanted so badly and just fucking freeze time. But I knew any and everything was off limits by now and too late.

The very fact that Dean wasn't dragging Roman by his hair back to the other guards to punish him I was so grateful for. He truly was so kind and understanding of the prisoners and now the mess we had made too.

What was I thinking?! How did I let things get so out of control? I knew why. It was cause I wanted him as much as it looked like he wanted me too. And neither of us looked like we knew how to say goodbye at all. He was having flashes of that night too and the memories were starting to come back on their own just like the doctors said.

I watched Dean re-cuff his ankles together and then unlocked the cuff on his wrist. He threw him a clean tank top and t shirt and Roman without a word pulled the bloody tank top off and put on both the clean shirts and slipped the jumpsuit back over his shoulders, buttoning it up too before Dean cuffed his hands back together.

I was watching him the whole time, feeling so overwhelmed with sadness and what could have happened to him if it had been any other guard, or if we have been caught in a more compromised position.

I stood back up quickly knowing Dean was taking him away from me. "Can I please..." I whimpered. "Just for a second?"

The blonde haired guard looked incredulously at me. "Can you what Sara?" I was surprised he was calling by my first name. He had never done that since that night in the hospital weeks ago. He was obviously really pissed but also seemed genuinely scared of what could have happened to Roman.

"Can I just tell him I'm sorry?" I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper.

"What is going on with you two?" he asked me and I shook my head, my eyes on Roman's.

"I don't know, Dean. I have no idea." My eyes prickled with tears as I saw him nod to me and he stepped back allowing me to move closer to Roman one more time.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I stood in front of him, my chin quivering and I wrapped my arms around Roman's neck. "I'm sorry," I mumbled into his hair, my lips brushing the skin of his neck, my voice shaking. "I'm so sorry."

My very forbidden hero bent his head down and I could feel his cheek against my head, almost like he was nuzzling me since he couldn't hold me. His hands were cuffed and got crushed between us as I hugged him to me. I could feel his breath on my face as he dropped his head to my ear.

"I'm not," he said, his voice barely a whisper as he kissed the shell of my ear and then bent lower to kiss the tear sliding down almost to my lips. He brushed the lightest kiss on my lips then too, just as featherlight as his fingers had been before and I froze, my lips just meeting the softness of his and letting the kiss linger, not deepen at all. The lightest taste of him and I felt tears already pooling at knowing it was so bittersweet.

My heart skipped a beat at the shock of his lips on mine, missing the feeling. Pulling back I saw his beautiful gray eyes steady on mine and a caught the hint of a smile on his face, before he was spun around and led away.

I waited till they were almost past the doorway and he turned his head back to me one more time. I just felt hit by a wave of pain that this could be the last time I would ever see him. He would be gone from my life in a matter of hours and sent to live possibly the rest of his life in a horrible prison, maybe be tortured and beaten and starved.

There was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do would save him from his fate. There was no way to keep him in my life.

I collapsed down into the chair and let the tears fall for all Roman was losing. All I was losing with him being forced away from me.

I wanted to comfort him, be there for him, heal him. I barely even knew him but I cared about him, more than I cared about anyone in a long time. He had become so much to me in barely a month. I hadn't let anyone in in such a long time. My heart absolutely ached for what he would be facing, the pain, the hate, the cruelty of his future and the unfairness of meeting him under such horrible circumstances.

"Roman," I moaned, my head back and I closed my eyes letting more tears fall.

A/N Here you go. Another update. I loved how this chapter came together too! They have connected a lot already that hasn't been seen yet..and more will be be shown in flashbacks too. My other story is really heavy emotionally so I figured this one would be fun to be totally opposite at least here its hot and intense and I hope you liked the electricity and heat in this chapter. Next chapter gets darker with other prisoners involved so gotta enjoy the moments these two can find when they get them.

What did you think of Sara helping him change? She actually thought she could do that without any thoughts of him. She remembers everything of that night. Who do you think she lost in a plane crash? Doctors told her to not tell Roman anything about things he forgot so she has had to hide her feelings for him for weeks. What do you think happened?

Please let me know what you think. Have a great weekend :)