First Impressions

Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series

Rated: M

Chapter Eleven: Move Down To Me

Sara hadn't realized how turned on she had became from the locker room incident until she had arrived at the car, the cold night Las Vegas air nipping at her neck.

They had walked down the halls toward the lobby that night with plenty of room in between them; as if they touched each other they would be at each other in an instant. Eikle had terrified her; Greg hadn't got in any trouble really before, but Sara was a different story. She had been around the block and back with them. She knew it, they knew it; one more screw up and she was gone.

For good.

She had seen it in his eyes. He had been excited at the prospects of it.

Damn Eikle

You don't have to move

You don't have to speak

Lips fall biting

You're staring me down

A glance makes me weak

Eyes fall striking

Her hands was shaking, she didn't really understand it all. She had never been so weak when it came to men before. As they walked, she tried to not let her eyes fall on him. She had never thought of herself as a weak woman. She couldn't help herself though, just the simple glances at him made those memories flood in. She bit her lip and whimpered at the mere thought of the promising position in the locker room.

The way he had held her against the lockers, his toned abs pushed against her, his hardness becoming extremely evident as he pushed his crotch against hers. His ragged breathe brushing against her as he moaned gently against her ear.

She felt herself get wet at the thought of it; this man was going to be the death of her.

She looked over, hopping to just get a secret glimpse of him; he always teased her when he caught her looking at him. She had hoped that she would be lucky this time, get a subtle glance; but as always, she was wrong. She was caught like she always was by his glittering hazel eyes. She knew immediately that he knew the thoughts in her mind, but she knew as well that she wasn't alone; they both were dieing to taste each other like never before.

Now I'm twisted up

When I'm twisted with you

Brush so lightly

And as time trickles down

And I'm breathing for two

Squeeze so tightly

She sat down in the vehicle beside him. It wasn't like it was the first time they had found themselves in this predicament, even if they hadn't gone all the way yet. But it wasn't their fault; it wasn't like they haven't tried. Every time they had gotten close, someone would call or ring the doorbell. Or even worse, the car behind them at the light would honk the horn, yep that had happened to.

Just a she unzipped his pants, ready to take her first taste. . .

The horn blasts.

If she ever told anyone about the situations, they would say they were crazy and they needed to get to know each other before they knocked a home run. She blamed it on hormones, besides they would be crazy for suggesting it. He was to addictive to just stop trying, going cold turkey.

Nope, never happening.

She felt her legs start to shake slightly with excitement as her pulse began to race, as if competing with her mind. So man thoughts, dreams, and memories running through her head at the speed of light, as if they were never going to slow down. When he touched her body tingled like liquid fire. When he whispered in her ear her knees buckled beneath her. When he kissed her, even the slightest her head became light and she was breathtaken.

It was more than a physical addiction; it was an emotional one as well. She had pure physical attractions before, but none of them connected with her like Greg did. It was something deeper.

Could it be . .. .

Love?

No, it was to fast.

But that was the only thing that could explain it.

She was head over heals, over the moon in love. True, soul mate, love.

I'll be fine

You'll be fine

This moment seems so long

Don't waste no precious time

We'll dance inside the sun

She dared to take a glance at him; He was slouched in the seat, tapping his fingers against the wheel nervously. It was like watching him in slow motion; His blond hair fell in his eyes, blowing it out of his face annoyed. He moved slightly, trying to situate himself. She watched as she could see his legs muscles flex as he moved, even through his jeans.

She felt her face redden as her eyes lingered down to his crotch. She tried to take her eyes away from him, but she couldn't, they seemed to be glued permanently. Until of course he caught her and smirked.

Damn smirk.

"It should be against the law that arrogance is a turn on," she thought bitterly.

"Come on Sara stop being such a whore! You can wait until we get home," she told herself silently.

But it would take soooo long .. .

To long. . .

Three miles, having to unbuckle the seat belt, getting out and locking the car, walking to the steps, going up the steps, unlocking the door . . .

Oh hell whom's leg was she trying to pull? She couldn't wait that long.

She needed it now.

Good thing Greg was thinking the same way and slung the car into the nearest secluded alleyway.

It would have been terribly embarrassing asking him to pull over the car . . .

A/N: Welllll we almost got 50 . . . but before i wait for more reviews to give you the steamy chapter that comes after this chapter . . . i will make you a deal. Review lots for me and i will give you a teaser.

Deal?

Thought so . . .

"Greg," she moaned desperately.

He loved the way it rolled of her lips, so desperate, so erotic, and so needy . . .

For him . . . whispering his name rhythmically.