Sara arrived at the park quickly. If she had said she hadn't broke into a sprint a few times she would be lying. The open grass was even windier than the street, having few trees around to shield it from the speedy gusts. The grass was short beneath her feet, having recently been cut, but it still managed to ripple under each gust of wind. Sara strode confidently to where they met, under a willow tree whose branches draped across the ground.
When she pushed aside the hanging branches there was no Michael but at least the wind was gone. She stepped through the curtain of tree and flattened her windswept hair with both hands. The tree was next to a river and although it was windy outside, the water only slightly rippled under the weather's rage. A few ducks on the lake bobbed up and down for food under the surface as the turbulent weather churned up tasty morsels.
Her eyes were focused out across the lake as a gentle tap on her shoulder caused her to spin around with a startle. Michael pulled his hand back quickly, his expression apologising for scaring her. "Michael," she breathed and dived into his arms. Michael wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. She was crushed to his chest as her emotion swept through her again and she began to cry.
"Hey," Michael soothed, stroking the auburn hair on her head and tucking it under his chin. "Don't cry," he implored, rocking her from side to side. Sara pulled her face from his shirt and he reluctantly let her go to hold her at arms length. He rested a finger under her chin and titled her tired eyes to his. "Don't cry," he repeated, brushing a tear away with his thumb.
Sara sniffed and her breath hitched as she obeyed his soft command. His hand moved to cup her cheek and she rubbed against it, welcoming the warmth of her cold skin. Her own hand came up to grip his and she turned her head to plant a soft kiss on his palm before meeting his eyes once more.
Just like her Michael was worn and tired. His usual demeanour was replaced by one of distain and his eyes were grey and hollow. His clothes were messy and unkempt and stubble from at least one day littered his jaw line. His green t-shirt had certainly been worn for more than one day and his jeans hung loose on his hips, exposing the dark blue of his boxers underneath. To hide it all, he was wearing a long black coat.
"Ok," she told him with a feeble smile. He pulled her into a hug once more, her hands snaking around under his coat to feel the warmth from his skin through his t-shirt. Michael pressed a soft kiss to her vanilla scented hair and rubbed her back lovingly.
They stood in each other's arms for what seemed like forever. The world around them seemed to disappear as they held each other, silently mending all the wounds that had been exposed over the last few days. "I've missed this," Michael hummed still holding her firmly to his chest.
"I hate my father," she spat into his shirt, the sound muffled slightly. Michael chuckled for the first time in three days and pulled Sara from his chest to flash her a smile. She returned the smile and her eyes ignited with the spark she was missing. Michael took her hand and led her to the huge curving trunk of the tree.
Taking a seat on the soft ground he leant back into the hard bark and pulled her down next to him. He wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer. Sara leant against his chest, her tiny hand laying flat against his t-shirt, exciting his skin. Michael ran a thumb lazily up and down the fabric of her hoodie, bumping over a band logo with each stroke.
"What are we going to do?" she sighed, her stare fixed blankly on a twig that lay on the ground. Michael sighed to, not knowing what to tell her. He couldn't promise that everything would be ok and he didn't want to promise something that he would only have to break in the future. Sara tilted her head up and Michael titled his down until their eyes met once more.
Hazel met green blue in a choreographed dance of passion, each eye flickering slightly in time with invisible music. Sara reached up and rubbed Michael's cheek, her delicately soft skin itching on his prickly facial hair. As she rolled his ear lobe between her thumb and finger he closed the gap between them, taking her own face in his hands.
Sara met his lips hungrily, pressing harder against his mouth with each kiss. Michael shifted their bodies and lowered Sara to the ground, lips still connected and tongues dancing frantically. Michael left her mouth and began trailing wet kisses around her face to her ear lobe. Sara's head rolled back and to the side as he licked each portion of skin before setting his lips to the skin once more.
Gripping his head Sara scratched at his scalp, pulling him closer. His stubble grazed at her skin as Michael dragged his lips down her neck, causing her stomach to tingle and her breathing to become ragged. He recaptured her lips in his and laced his long fingers in her red hair that spilled across the dirt. The willow's branches clattered together, a few yellowy leaves rusting around them.
Michael ran his hands up her body and tugged at the zip that held her hoodie closed. Sara let out a gasp as the zip slid down slowly and the cold air invaded the warmth inside. The two sides of the thick jumper fell to the ground on either side of Sara, her hairs standing on end from the sudden rush of cool air. Michael brushed his hands back up over her shirt, the thin material not hiding her nipples as they peeked to attention.
Her top was a light grey marl colour and it was void of any design or pattern. Michael broke the kiss and his eyes ran over her presence as he panted hard. He watched Sara's chest heave up and down as she too fought for breath, her hardened nipples easily noticeable through her shirt. Her shirt had ridden up exposing the milky white skin of her stomach. It was covered in tiny light hairs that prickled to attention in the space between them.
"Michael?" Sara asked him when he seemed frozen in his open mouthed stare. She reached to one of his hands next to her hip and gently rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, brining him back to her. He quickly gulped and smiled at her through sharp inhalations.
"You're so beautiful," he told her in a murmur of awe, which made her blush. Sara pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him backwards. He shot her a confused look before she knelt before him and pushed his coat off his shoulders. It landed in a heap behind him and he fell back onto it as Sara lunged into another kiss.
He cupped her face in his hands as she crawled up over his body, her tiny frame hovering above his masculine one. Michael's hands left her face and trailed down her sides until they came to rest on her hips. Sara wiggled above him and giggled against his lips as his hands tickled her sides. Michael's smiled into her mouth and gripped at her waist, pulling it flush to his.
Sara let out a moan as their bodies met, her lying on him and his strong hands holding her tight. Sara could fell his growing arousal pressed against her stomach through his jeans and it thrilled her further. She dove her tongue into his mouth impatiently, brushing it against his teeth and running its tip along the roof of his mouth. He tasted indescribable and his body felt amazing against hers as she wiggled further down it.
Michael's hands roamed up and briefly around the front of her body to stroke the sides of her breasts discreetly. Sara pushed her eager nipples into his chest in response to his touch and Michael bucked his hips up against hers. Sara laughed at his antics and his own laughter rumbled through both of them as they lay together.
Michael sat up once more, and Sara's knees fell to either side of his hips so she was straddling him. He broke the kiss and their eyes fluttered open to meet each other's again. Sara rested her soft hands on his shoulders and he pushed his under the back on her top, caressing her downy back. "I hate to bring up the burden of self control but…"
"I know," she cut him off, resting her forehead against his. Michael clenched his jaw as his hands continued to roam down her back and pushed their way into her jeans to grope her pleasantly rounded behind. His eyes fell closed and an audacious smile spread across his face. "Michael," Sara scolded playfully, pulling his hands from her pants.
"Aww, no fun," he grinned at her, pulling her into another affectionate kiss. This one was slower, meant to last and they savoured every second of it. They knew they would have to leave soon even thought neither wanted to. Michael sucked in a breath of much needed air as they parted, his eyes rolling back to face her. She simply smiled. "You're amazing," he told her, brushing a few strands of her red locks behind hr ear.
Sara didn't reply but instead just stared into his loving gaze. She drank it in, feeling warm and wanted for the first time. Michael was amazing too and it was because of him that she was amazing. He had done this too her and there was no one, not even her father, who could take what they had away from them.