Michael heard Sara smile down the phone accompanied by a small laugh. Her voice had been scared, shaky and childlike but his soothing masculine drone had made her perk up and forget her father. She was scared, Michael got that, but why he didn't know. All he knew was Sara and Governor Tancredi seemed to be fighting an awful lot nowadays, mainly because of him.

"I could meet your father if you'd like," Michael offered down the phone line. He sat in his room on the edge of his bed, the dark grey cordless receiver pressed to his head longing to be close to her. His clothes were the same as earlier, albeit slightly more ruffled and dirty than when he put them on this morning. The scent of vanilla lingered on his shirt, reminding him of Sara.

"No thank you," Sara laughed. "But thanks for offering," she said sincerely, leaning into the phone. Sara sighed as a short silence fell between them. Sara heard a commotion on the end of the phone accompanied by some heaving panting on Michael's part. She grinned. "What are you doing?" she enquired in a murmur, pressing her lips closer to the mouthpiece, her eyes flicking towards the door in case her father tried to get in.

"Taking my shirt off," he replied innocently, his own face growing wide with a wry grin. Michael's panting continued as he pushed himself back onto his bed and rested his half naked bulk against the headboard. The cool air of his room swept over his skin and his hairs prickled and his nipples hardened.

"Really?" Sara teased excitedly, her voice still low and secretive. Absently she climbed onto her own bed and laid her head back on her puffed pillow.

"Really," Michael sighed, his voice like a drizzle of honey down the phone line. Sara's body reacted to him like a well-trained puppy, coming to life as she wiggled on her bed. Michael gulped as he heard the zip of her hoodie slide open painfully slowly. He pressed his eyes closed, imagining her beauty spread out before him while his legs twitched on his bed covers.

Sara let out a moan of pleasure at his flirtatious remark that sent Michael's body racing. His heart pounded faster, his blood pumped harder and his groin tingled. Michael rested a sweaty palm on his abdomen, rubbing his soft fingertip over his line of hair that grew up from his pubic area. "Do that again," he commanded her with a whisper, his breath hardly allowing him to construct the words clearly.

Sara smiled and bit down on her bottom lip enjoying his helpless pleading. Complying she let out a soft moan as she rubbed her tiny hands over her own stomach and down further, exciting her erotic centre when she brushed the material of her underwear against her clitoris. Sara arched her back off the bed and pushed her hips into her hand, gasping down the phone.

Her groan was enough to send Michael over the edge and he snaked his hand under his waistband and into his boxers. He closed his eyes, imagining her dainty figure writing under his gaze, touching herself with one hand while the other clasped at the bed sheets. Michael wrapped his big hand around his straining erection and stroked it gently, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible.

"Sara," he breathed heavily, licking his lips as his image of her undressed itself. "What are you doing?" he said hoarsely, his hand dragging itself lightly up his length hardening it further.

Sara discarded her hoodie, sending it to the floor with a silent fall. She brushed her hands lightly across her breasts, teasing her nipples into hot peaks beneath her clothes. She breathed into the phone, hot air condensing on the mouthpiece. "I'm…" she staggered as images of Michael invaded her mind. "I'm imagining you," she said drunkly, swallowing hard as the Michael in her mind, already topless, tore his belt from his jeans.

Michael thrust gently into his hand, swallowing his own excess saliva that had formed in his mouth. "And I'm touching myself," she blurted out in a whine that Michael found intensely erotic. He gripped his throbbing member harder, fighting back the urge to spill his seed at her words.

"Where?" he panted faster as his pace increased. His hand was hot on his already boiling penis but he welcomed the burning sensation. His sweaty palm mimicked the soft, wet core of Sara as he drove himself harder into his closed grip. Sara let out a whimper as she popped the button on her pants, pushing her hand into her underwear.

"Down…" Sara trailed off as she spread her slick juices up and down her neatly trimmed region with a practised finger.

"Down where?" Michael strained to ask. Her incoherent words told him exactly where her hand was but he wanted to hear it from her own lips. He needed to hear her say it. "Tell me Sara," he begged when he was met with nothing but her soft moaning.

"I'm so wet," she breathed, her quivering voice barely audible. Michael rested the phone on his shoulder, tilting his head to hold it there while he freed his erection with the other hand and pressed the base of his member into his groin. The other hand busily pulled outwards, wrapping his tight skin over the sensitive end that oozed with precum.

"God Sara…" he sighed through gritted teeth. The Sara in his mind was naked and running her fine fingers down her flat, milky stomach towards her hot aching core. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed, her teeth bruising her lip where they bit at it with yearning and she was unashamed of him watching. "I can see you," his eyelids twitched as he watched her saintly display imprint itself on them.

"My hand is yours," Sara whispered seductively as her hand continued to caress the nub of nerves between her legs. Her thigh clenched shut on her hand as she fought back her release. "Michael," she exhaled in response to his low grunts that came down the phone line and invaded her ear sexily.

Michael loved the way she said his name, especially when she was thinking about him touching her. He slowed the pace of his own bliss, needing to hold out until her heard her succumb to her desires. "I'm pushing a finger into you," he writhed on his bed as he said it, rubbing his erection at the base gently.

Sara run her hand down the curve on her pubic region, her finger collecting her hot juices as they slipped down further. With a gasp, she pushed a soaking finger into her scorching tunnel, clenching her muscles around her finger as she did so.

"You like that?" Michael said in response to a long jovial sigh that absconded Sara's lips. Her breathing had increased and her mouth hung open, her lips moist from where she had been sucking and licking on them with cravings for her imaginary Michael.

"Yes," she hissed with a squeak as she ran her delicate touch over her g-spot. Michael regained his hold on his pulsating organ, twisting his wrist each time he reached the tip of it to excite his nerve endings.

"Yeah…" he said, not sure if it was a question or a comment as his hand moved quicker and his hips thrust up into his hand. "How about two inside you?" he pushed, intent on hearing her orgasm first.

Sara inserted another finger into her tender essence, stretching with a wince of satisfaction as she resumed the pace she found most erotic. "Oh my god Michael," she bucked her hips against her hand as she plunged her fingers deep inside of herself.

"I want to hear you come Sara," he told her in a husky voice. "Come for me Sara," he pushed his own body further than it had ever been, struggling to hold in his release as she moaned and hummed his name on every other breath.

Sara's hands plagued her hot centre until the image of Michael on her mind disappeared behind a white light and she felt her body shake. "I'm coming," she said of a staggered breath as her hand shot out beside her and she gripped the edge of her bed tightly. Her moaning was muffled when she rolled her head sideways and pushed her face into her pillow.

At the same time Michael's body underwent the same torturous reckless abandon. He hissed and sucked in air as he stroked harder and faster on his member, his other hand still pressed firmly into his abdomen. The second he heard her orgasm hit he released the pressure on the base of his penis and his own orgasm took him over like a tsunami. He went blind and all he could hear was Sara's muffled cries as he ejaculated across heaving stomach.

They both lay content, expelling long, quick breathes while they waited for the world to stop spinning around them. Sara was the first to return, letting out a satisfied hum through a broad smile. Michael knew she was smiling and slumped further into his pillows, plucking a tissue from his bedside table and wiping his fluid from his body.

"Wow," Sara giggled, slightly embarrassed by her previous actions.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Michael purred, returning his flaccid penis to its home in his boxers.

"You're welcome," Sara told him, anticipating his next words. Then that silence fell between them once more like the time between having sex for the first time and then talking about it. Sara pulled her sopping underwear back into position and crossed her legs, her core still pulsating weakly.

"I wish I was really there," Michael said solemnly as he picked up the receiver again and almost cuddled it to his head. "I want to see you…" he cut off his own words, slightly embarrassed to tell her. His voice was low and vibrated of her every fibre.

Sara blushed at his remark, even though he couldn't see her. "You will," she cooed quietly with another coy smile, knowing exactly what he meant. Michael's heart skipped a beat as he growled low in his chest. Sara sent him to places he never wanted to come back from. In the real world, there was just too much in their way. A bang at his dorm door made him recoil on his bed and tense up defensively.

"I have to go," he told her sadly with a pouted lip as his dorm friends pounded on his door.

"Ok. I'll talk soon," she told him with a questioning tone.

"Most definitely," he nodded. "Goodbye Sara," he said and blew a kiss down the phone line. Sara heard the line go dead and held her hand to catch Michael's kiss before dropping her closed hand to her heart with a tingling sigh.