Don't Regret This Tomorrow

(Sarah/James Ellison)

-TSCC, Post Season Two

James Ellison rubbed his eyes before closing the file he had been reading and putting it down on the small writing desk before him and leaning back in his chair. After a moment he stood. It was almost ten o'clock at night and he was already dressed for bed, wearing a gray sleeveless shirt and dark blue gym shorts.

James turned at the sound of his bedroom door opening to find Sarah standing there wearing a green bathrobe, raven hair still damp from a shower.

"Savannah's in bed," Sarah said after a moment.

James nodded. He'd been the one to put her to bed while Sarah showered. When instead of leaving Sarah continued to stand in his doorway he said, "I'm still looking through the stuff we got off of that lawyer. I think there might be some promising leads."

Sarah shrugged. "We can hope," Then she stepped into his room, closing the door behind her.

"Sarah?" James said questioningly, despite the fact he already suspected where this was going. To be honest he had suspected the moment he saw her in his doorway.

Sarah ignored his unasked question, instead moving towards him while untying the belt of her robe, slipping the garment off and tossing it onto his bed as she moved past it. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

James swallowed as she stopped a foot away from him, teetering between taking a step forward to close the distance between them and moving away.

"You know the last time we did this you barely looked at me for a week?"

"So?"

James shook his head, moving to her and placing his hands on her hips. "I'm just saying, you have to say hi to me tomorrow at breakfast."

Sarah snorted as she moved her hands to the waistband of his shorts. "I don't think I've ever done that even when we haven't had sex the previous night."

"Well promise me you'll do it tomorrow or you can leave right now," James said as he slide his hands up her back.

Sarah grinned up at him, sliding a hand into his shorts to grasp his swiftly hardening cock. "I think we both know if that was going to happen you'd have kicked me out by now. Tonight we're going to fuck, and tomorrow I'll acknowledge your existence in and only if I feel like it."

"Your flare for romance never ceases to amaze me," James replied wryly.

Sarah's grin turned feral. "This isn't romance James, it's stress relief. And you know you need it almost as much as I do. Tell you want, if it bothers you that much I'll try to only be my normal amount of aloof tomorrow. Now stop acting like a sixteen year old girl about to spread her legs for her prom date for the first time and take off your goddam clothes."

James almost, almost considered calling her dare and putting a stop to this, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The fiery desire in her eyes, and if he was being honest the feeling of her hand working his cock, had already pulled him past the point of being able to say no.

He pulled off his shirt revealing his broad, muscular chest. Sarah slid her free hand up, squeezing his pectorals as she shifted her body into his, her nipples pressing against his chest. James ghosted his hands down her sides to her hips before moving them back to his own waist to push off his shorts and boxers.

Sarah brought both her hands to his face and kissed him. She felt the hard length of his cock pressing hotly into her lower stomach as the full length of their bodies met. James worked one hand into her hair as her cupped the back of her head, his other hand moving between them towards her center, fingers brushing against the folds of her sex, finding her pussy already wet and waiting.

Sarah moaned into their kiss as he stroked her nether lips, a finger slipping amongst them to tease her vagina, almost- but not quite entering her channel.

Sarah ended their kiss and shifted away, removing her pussy from his hand as her own came down to grasp his cock again. She moved back towards his bed, her hold on his manhood pulling him with her. She let go of him once she came against the mattress and moved onto the bed. James bent over and grabbed her robe, checking the left pocket first before searching the right to find a pair of condoms. He got onto the bed and moved so that he was kneeling over her, tossing one condom onto his bedside table next to his clock before opening the second one.

Sarah reached up and warped her hand around the base of his shaft, the other going to fondle his balls. James paused a moment as he enjoyed the feeling of her playing with him before bringing the condom down to his cock and rolling the latex sheath down the length of his erection as Sarah held it steady for him.

His knees where resting outside her legs so they had to shift around to get him between her thighs. They kissed again as he slid into her, her fingernails biting into his shoulder blades as one of his hands cupped the side of her face, the other one grasping the back of one of her thighs just above her ass as she curled that leg around him.

"Fuck you're tight," James gasped as he pressed his pelvis down into hers, his entire length buried inside the soft, pulsing walls of her sex. Sarah only responded with a low grunt, rocking her hips against him, shifting his cock around inside her. James moaned, then slowly started thrusting in and out of her pussy, gradually picking up speed and force.

Sarah pressed her head back against the pillow as she closed her eyes, pushing her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. One of her hands slipped between their bodies, moving down to lightly tease her clit.

James studied her face as they fucked. Usually about the only emotion Sarah allowed to really show through was anger or determination, but at times like this her guard fell away. Mostly he saw passion and pleasure, expressions you would expect to see from a woman in the throes of mounting sexual ecstasy, but occasionally there where shadows of other things as while, happiness, or at the very least contentedness, sadness, longing, relief. He wasn't sure what was going through her mind at those times, but it was so rare that he was able to see past her barriers at all that those moments fascinated him.

Her eyes opened again, her expression smoothing as she stared up at him. James quickly kissed her as he slide his hand up from her leg and along her side to palm a small, firm breast. Sarah pressed her chest into his hand as his thumb circled a long, hard nipple. Sarah brought both her hands up to pull his face from hers, arching her back as she tried to push him down to her unattended breast.

After a moment he complied, bring his mouth down past her right nipple to lick the lower curve of her breast, dragging his lips up against her soft mound of flesh to to its waiting, turgid peak.

Sarah gasped as his mouth suckled her breast while his hand fondled its twin. The awkward twisting of his back to bring his head down to her breast robed his thrusting hips of some of their smooth precision, but by now they where both close enough to the end that it didn't matter. Sarah brought her hand back to her clit, her fingers abandoning their previous coyness to firmly rub her sensitive nub, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his cock as it drove in and out of her pussy.

Sarah came first, jaw clenched tight in a strangled cry to avoid screaming out. She had once, the sound bringing Savannah knocking on the door. She was still relived that James had managed to warn her off before the girl actually came in.

James followed her a few seconds latter, burying his cock inside her one last time as the violent orgasmic convulsions of her vagina pulled him over the edge with her.

They lay entwined for several moments before James rolled away to her right with a satisfied groan. He stretched, then sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Reaching down between his legs he removed the spent condom and warped it in a paper tissue from his bedside table before tossing the whole mess into a wastebasket.

Sarah watched him as he laid back down, rolling onto his side to look at her.

"That was good," she said after a moment. "Almost worth the fact that I probably need a second shower now." James responded with a low sigh, going onto his back to stare up at the cream colored stucco ceiling.

Sarah let out a sigh of her own. "Can't this just be sex, James?" He moved to face her again.

"I'm not the one who'll refuse to make eye contact for the next three or four days. I don't expect you to fall in love with me. For the record I'm not in love with you either. I'm not saying I don't like you, in those rare moments you're not driving me to bash my head against a wall. But you also know this isn't just-" he snorted, "stress relief. Or boredom, or fun."

Sarah shook her head before sitting up. After a moment she twisted around to look down on him. "We're both lonely. It doesn't help to talk about it. This," her gaze swept the bed, "does. At least while it lasts. Who knows, if things where different I might actually have loved you," Sarah gave another weary shake of her head. "But in case you've forgotten the last man I let myself love ended up dead on a beach, so it's probably just as well."

Sarah stood. She went and grabbed her bathroom, but didn't put it on, instead standing at the foot of James' bed watching him, his gaze as he stared back at her undecipherable.

She was about to leave when he spoke. "Like I said, I'm not asking you to love me. Don't take this the wrong way, but I actually find it strangely reliving to know you never will," James sat up. "If this helps you fine," his gaze racked the length of her naked body. "I'd be lying if I said there wasn't anything in it for me either. But talking does help Sarah, you've just gone so long without letting anyone in that you've forgotten. Or maybe you've convinced yourself that if you don't let anyone in you can't get hurt, though I refuse to believe you truly believe that," He looked over at his bedside table and picked up the unused condom, holding it out to her.

Sarah shook her head. "I guess as long as we understand each other you should keep that, we might need it tomorrow night," She pulled on her robe and tied it closed before going to and opening his bedroom door. She paused, and a moment later glanced back at him.

"See you at breakfast James."