The movie was boring as it flashed and flickered across their faces in the dark of Michael's lounge. Neither him nor Sara had paid any attention to it, more than focusing all of their attention on what the other was doing. Michael and Sara sat squeezed onto one seat, wrapped lovingly together like parcels in ribbon. Sara rested her tired head to Michael's chest and laid her hand arm across his stomach while he pulled her closer with a strong arm around her shoulders.
Sara's father had gone out of town and for once Sara had been allowed to stay out. Amazingly, on her father's orders, Michael was her guardian for the weekend. Frank had warned him about the perils of fatherhood, should he try anything with Sara, but Frank had faith Sara was no idiot. She was too smart to rush into anything that could jeopardise the rest of her life and was well aware it only too one time to be ruined.
Michael's hand held up his head sideways, his elbow the barring point of all the weight, sinking into the couch arm. His other hand snaked under the back of Sara's shirt and he rested soft, warm fingertips to the small of her back. Immediately he felt Sara's skin jolt alive, her tiny downy hair prickling upwards, craving more attention. Sara smiled and wiggled gently when his hand tickled her.
"Stop it!" she squeaked against his chest, twisting her body to avoid his hand. Michael let out a small laugh, which rumbled through Sara as she lay on his chest. Her head bobbed up and down as his chest rose and fell, taking in his hypnotic heartbeat that pounded in his chest. Michael's hand pulled back from her sides and rested on her hip, his large palm covering most of it as they resumed their gaze on the movie.
"Did you go to prom?" Sara blurted during a silent bit in the movie. Michael cocked his head at her question.
"Of course," he said and Sara immediately felt a pang of jealousy. "Everyone goes to prom," he told her as he ran his hand lazily over her hip.
"Do you want to go again?" She asked nervously, tilting her head to look into his eyes. Michael looked into her pleading stare, his mind contemplating the possibility of a springtime high school dance where Sara arrived on his arm and they had their first slow dance.
"Sure," he agreed and she sighed a relieved breath. "I'll take you to prom," he promised with a smile. Sara smiled back and kissed him quickly before returning her gaze to the TV screen. The characters in the movie were poorly portrayed and it was turning out to be a long-winded charade that Sara found incredibly boring. It was nearly 1 AM and her eyelids began to close.
Sara shifted her position, trying desperately to keep herself awake. Her eyelids felt abnormally heavy and she twitched each time she felt her head sliding down Michael's body as she fell deeper under sleep's spell. Michael pressed his knees together as Sara moved to rest her head on his lap, her body shuffling sideways to stretch out on his comfortable coach.
"Tired?" Michael asked her in a soft tone, his hand stroking her silky soft hair as it spilled across his lap. Sara's hand rested lightly on his knee in front of her face and she murmured an agreeing answer with a slow nod. Her eyes fell closed once more, the sound of the movie faded away.
Michael studied her peaceful presence, her angelic figure and the way she took long breaths accompanied by a soft snoring sound. The corner of his mouth turned upwards and he brushed his knuckled down her smooth cheek. "I could sleep if you stopped molesting me," she groaned sleepily, her eyes staying firmly closed.
Michael's smile broadened and he leant forward to rest his lips next to her ear. "I could stop if you weren't so absolutely beautiful," he breathed playfully. Sara's body tingled as his warm breath condensed on her ear lobe and neck and her eyebrow twitched as her eyes pretended to open.
"Compliments will not get you any action mister," Sara teased half heartedly as her body remained heavy and non responsive.
"No?" Michael whispered full of false hope. Sara's head rubbed his thigh as she tried to shake it, the action unsuccessful to say the least. Michael closed the gap between them, his lips connecting with the pulse that bubbled beneath her neck. He kissed the skin slow and deliberately, purposely leaving her neck wet and aching. "How about that?" he said slyly, pulling his head back so he could take in her expression.
Sara's lips curled into a smile she tried to hide. "It definitely gets you points," she breathed, her skin protesting to her tiredness as it called out for Michael's contact. "But no action," she said firmly against his pants. Michael pouted with a playful growl.
"How about a kiss then?" he teased, pressing a flat palm to her stomach as he leant forward once more. The bottom of Sara's stomach fell away and her body begged him never to let go in case he wasn't there to catch her if she fell. Sara laid still for a long while, relishing in the thought of Michael begging. She inhaled hard as she pushed herself into a sit, her messy hair poking out in all directions.
Michael looked at her with a questioning glance as she stood from the couch and walked behind it to his bedroom. She pulled the doors aside and dragged her feet across the floor to the bathroom. Michael's head fell back onto the couch as he watched her upside down body lurch across his floor to the bedroom. Michael smiled and darted from his seat, almost skipping to the bedroom. When he peered through the doors, she was gone and all he heard was the sound of the toilet flushing behind a blue door.
Michael moved into the room and took up residence on his bed across from the bathroom door as he waited her return. He leant back on his hands, his eyes fixated on the handle for any sign she was to emerge. As the plumbing sounds disappeared she appeared and then vanished into darkness when she pulled the light switch to off. Her eyes were half open and she had combed down her hair slightly. She had changed into some thin, pink pyjama pants and a strappy top for bed.
"How about that kiss?" he persisted with a grin and Sara couldn't ignore him anymore. She dramatically heaved her sleepy being to his bed where she crawled upwards and sat astride his legs. Michael itched with excitement as she straddled him, his hand leaving the bedclothes to cup her behind. Sara took his face in her hands and pressed her smile to his.
Michael hummed against her mouth with satisfaction, which made Sara giggle against his. Her giggle turned into a laugh when his hands roamed her back, first over then under her top, his tender touch burning straight through her. Michael stole an opportunity and pushed his tongue into her open mouth, begging for more attention.
Sara's tongue met his and they massaged each other with long, slow movements. Sara's hands left Michael's face and landed in his shoulders, pulling him closer to her with each thrust of her tongue. Michael kissed her hungrily, his hands straying to her muscular thighs that held his waist and ground her core against his throbbing member. His strong hands gripped at her knees each time his stroking motion ended there and he sucked in desperate breaths.
Sara licked her lips as she pulled from him, much to his protest, and studied his face. His eyes were closed with desire and his lips were swollen and wet. Michael's eyes fluttered open and met hers, which were alight with a passionate flare. Without a word, Sara fell down sideways and scurried up the bed to hide herself under his thick, blue covers.
Michael fell back onto the covers with a frustrated sigh, his hands covering his eyes as he tried to will his erection away before he grew too hard. Sara smirked into the pillow, a low chuckle escaping her mouth. "You're so horny," she cooed as he stood, dropped his pants and walked around the bed in just a pair of cotton boxers. Michael threw back the covers, chilling her back as he climbed in behind her.
"And you're a tease," he pressed against her as he spoke, his voice full of annoyance that Sara found quite funny.
"You only wanted a kiss," she reminded him in a flirty tone as her closed eyes imagined him totally naked against her body. Michael wound his tanned arm around her stomach and pulled her to him closer, nestling his face to her neck with a grumble. There was no gap between their bodies as the lay in the darkness, both content with the other. Sara rested her hand on top of Michael's as it held her to him and he laced his fingers with hers.
"Goodnight Sara," he mumbled against her skin as his own tiredness over took him. No answer came from Sara as she snored softly into the night. The moon was full tonight and it spilled through the small uncovered window of Michael's room. It poured its luminescence across them, defining two bodies as one as they held each other tightly, never wanting to let go.