okay, FINALLY, here's the final chappy! i hope all who read enjoy! and thanks for reading this crap in the first place ;)
The stalling moment of consideration was over. Michael had his answer, and he was prepared to take the chances that would come with his next move.
This experience would change their relationship, and take it to a level he never thought would come. It would seal the bond they'd both danced around since the day they met.
Sara would be his. And he would do anything to protect her from here on out.
"Michael?"
Sara's whisper tickled his ear, and he realized he had been frozen in thought for too long.
Returning his attention to the task at hand, he immediately noticed the bare skin of Sara's chest showing through her unbuttoned blouse.
Wait….when had she done that?
The silk of her bra exposed to him, Michael swallowed hard and felt his gut tighten.
His immediate reaction was to touch.
Silk met skin, and he emitted a breathless sigh.
Michael wanted to pounce. To leave everything behind and take this woman fast, indulging his own temptations and temporarily forgetting the danger that threatened them.
But his pure emotion for Sara held him back. He had done so much to hurt her, he wanted to show her just how much he cared.
Taking a deep breath, he regained his resolve.
And tried to take it as slowly as he could.
He heard Sara gasp quietly as his finger skimmed the silk, drawing peaks and making it far more difficult to control himself.
Sara's eyes closed at his touch, and her mouth fell open slightly.
The room was so quiet Michael could literally hear each breath she took.
A snap broke the silence.
His hands had traveled behind them, and a moment later the bra fell from her body.
His throat went dry at the sight before him.
Within the walls of the prison Michael could only imagine the beauty that lay hidden beneath her shirt and lab coat.
But now there was nothing to keep him from touching.
Something he'd wanted to do for so long.
This slow pace was driving him mad.
He couldn't take it anymore…
Quick hands found their target, and Michael was suddenly reveling in the sound of Sara's pleasured gasps.
His fingers skimmed the soft flesh of her breasts, and he felt himself falling faster from self-control.
A soft moan emitted from Sara's throat.
Forcing his eyes away from the site of his hands, Michael drew in a painful gulp at the sight before him.
Sara's eyes were closed, her mouth lay ajar. Her breathing was shallow. It was the most enticing thing he'd ever seen.
His grip on the mounds in his hands tightened.
Leaning down, everything became a blur of heat as his mouth covered one breast.
"Michael…"
His name.
Coming from her mouth in a breathless gasp, his name kicked his lower half into gear.
He bucked, at the same time biting down slightly on the peaked bud between his teeth.
Sara's breathing quickened, and he could hear her moaning what seemed to be his name once again.
He wasn't certain, because he couldn't focus on anything but what his body was telling him.
And right now, it was telling him to take her.
Their hands reached down in unison, Michael desperate to unbutton Sara's jeans as she threw his boxers onto the floor.
His shirt followed quickly.
Sara was grinning mockingly at his struggle to dispose of her remaining clothing. Lifting her legs, she gave him better access to pull off her jeans, her underwear going with it.
There was no more foreplay to be had. Not this time, anyway.
Comfort took a backseat to raw need.
Sara pushed up against him, reminding him of her own pent-up sexual frustration.
He wanted to ease that annoyance, scratch that itch, and at the same time make her his in more ways than one.
But most of all, he wanted to show her his love.
In a very lustful way.
"Michael."
She whispered his name to gain his attention.
But it was the hand that reached to grip him that caught his focus.
Sara tugged gently.
And he got the point.
It was his turn to gasp as he pushed inside. He lay still for just a moment to allow her to adjust, but she didn't need long.
She began to move immediately, pushing her hips further up to take him in completely.
His breath caught, and was released in a groan.
"Sara…you…you're.."
Unable to voice what he was feeling, he opted to simply show her.
He picked up the pace.
"Oh my God, Michael…"
Her whimper made him grin with a masculine pride.
His thrusts quickened. He pushed deeper.
And Sara's screams grew louder.
"Michael, please, I'm almost…"
Cutting her off with a forceful kiss, his groans nearly became screams themselves as he bucked forward into her one last time.
Sara broke from his lips to throw her head back against the pillow as she came with him.
Michael felt his strength seep from his muscles.
He collapsed onto her, careful to avoid becoming dead-weight.
They lay as such for only a few minutes while catching their breaths.
Slowly Michael pulled out of her, only to fall back heavily onto the bed beside her. Turning his head to stare lazily at her, he was pleasantly surprised to find Sara smiling back at him.
A slight sadness lay behind it, however, and Michael knew the reason.
He reached out an arm, beckoning the exhausted woman to him.
Obliging, she leaned closer and allowed herself something they'd both been without for years: cuddling.
"Don't be afraid, Sara. I know you're worried about what's going to happen now. Come with me….and I'll keep you safe."
He waited while watching her eyes dart from his to stare into nothingness as she pondered.
Slowly she nodded, knowing what he said was true.
"I can't do this alone anymore, Michael. I know that. They'll…kill me. I know I have to come with you. I want to. I have no-one left."
Michael's gut wrenched at her words.
"I'm sorry about your father…"
A small nod was his only response.
Reaching for her face, he placed a finger under her chin to catch her attention.
Leaning forward he kissed her softly, completely paradox to the actions he'd taken only minutes before.
"I love you, Sara. You don't…have to respond…I just wanted to tell you. I won't let anything happen to you. I won't hurt you anymore, and neither will anyone else. I swear it."
Sara's eyes widened at his statement, but she wasn't angry.
He could tell from the smile that threatened to splay across her face.
Allowing the silence stillness, even enjoying it, Michael closed his eyes.
They would leave soon, they would have to before daybreak.
But for now, sleep took priority for both of them.
In the solace of Sara's embrace, he sighed contently and let his consciousness fall into darkness.
An echo of words filled his ears as he did, words his knew were real, words he would keep with him as he dreamed.
"I love you, Michael…"