(Sara)
Sara looked around the crowded room searching for Michael and Christy.
The dance was going full swing and she had only spotted them once.
She cursed the size of the dance floor and then told herself it was probably a good thing that they weren't right in each other's face. The one time she had seen them was bad enough; a slow dance with Christy hanging all over him. Michael had met Sara's eyes briefly, and she had noted the many emotions in his eyes before David had spun her around. The next she looked Michael and Christy were gone.
She couldn't help thinking now about the ride to the dance; it had started out so well, with her and Michael cuddling in the back of the Limo. And then they had picked up their dates.
Sara knew Michael was upset about David kissing her; she had seen it in his eyes. And she hadn't been too happy about the whispers and hand holding on his part. She had been angry at first, but she knew he wasn't to blame. She just hoped he understood that the kiss wasn't her idea.
She sighed softly and reached to pull David's wandering hands back to her waist. He leaned his face in close and she could smell liquor on his breath confirming the rumors that the punch was indeed spiked. She turned her head away hoping to discourage him.
Sara had to admit to herself the idea of a drink loosening her up was tempting, but so far she had been sticking strictly to the bottled water that was readily available. She really didn't think it would be a good idea to get drunk tonight.
As they moved along the dance floor David pulled her closer, his hot breath on her neck. She was pulling away trying to put some space between them when he caught her eyes. She smiled at him and immediately realized her mistake, as he smiled back and moved closer. His mouth grazed her cheek, but if she hadn't turned her head it would have landed square on the lips. She had barely avoided yet another unwanted kiss.
Sara tried to concentrate on the music, as she let her eyes scan the dance floor again. She was moving David's hand from her rear end for what had to be the tenth time that evening when she saw them.
Michael was staring at her and David and he looked pissed. Sara pulled away a little and met Michael's hot stare. She held it hoping to convey that she was not into this.
And then she felt David pulling her close again. She was pulling back a little, her eyes still locked with Michael's, when David did something that took her completely by surprise. He leaned in and dipped his face into her cleavage.
Sara ripped her eyes from Michael's and pushed David off of her. She looked back to see Michael no longer dancing, but stopped dead in his tracks a smoldering glare aimed at David.
Sara stood frozen for a moment and then began to move. She rushed through the dancers to Michael.
"I need to speak with you, Michael. Sorry Christy", Sara said, quickly looking to her friend as she wrapped her fingers around Michael's wrist.
She pulled him along, away from the dance floor and hopefully an impending fight. As they walked her hand moved from his wrist to wrap around his fingers.
When they reached the hallway outside the main room she stopped and looked around. They were alone.
"Michael, I don't know how we're going to explain this to Christy and David, but I had to get you out of there before something happened that would be completely unexplainable".
Michael looked at her, some of the anger fading from his eyes.
"I can't watch him put his hands on you anymore, Sara. I can't… and when he"…
Michael's simmering eyes met hers.
"Michael you can't start something with David. Promise me you won't"? She looked to him pleadingly.
Michael was still holding her hand.
"Come on".
He led her to a door and pulled it open to reveal a utility closet.
"Michael this is crazy"! She said, but let him lead her in.
Sara's eyes took in the array of cleaning supplies and then he shut the door behind them.
With the door shut it was totally dark and Sara could hear her heart beating in her ears.
"Michael"? She whispered. And then she felt his arms come up and around her pulling her close.
"Dance with me, Sara", he said softly his breath touching her neck.
Sara felt herself swooning in his arms. She leaned into him and rested her head against his shoulder. She could barely hear the music from the hall, but it didn't matter. She was in Michael's arms where she belonged.
His hands were placed gently on her waist, but as they moved in time to the faint music and the louder beating of their hearts he let his hands move lower, pulling her closer to him.
Sara could feel the cotton of his shirt against the bare skin of her cleavage, his warmth leaking through the thin material. He pulled back a little and his lips found her neck in the darkness.
Sara sighed softly. His warm mouth leaving shivers along her entire body. And then his mouth was on hers taking her breath away.
She felt his tongue dance against hers as they stopped moving, his fingers coming up to find her soft curls and push them back from her face.
"Sara", he mumbled hotly his voice low and wanting.
Sara felt herself weaken at that one single word. She pulled back a little her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. And then his chest was bare.
They stumbled in the dark and then he was pressed against the wall as her mouth found his skin. She trailed her hot lips and hotter tongue tasting him, the saltiness of his skin exciting her senses further.
He moaned softly at her ministrations and reached around her to fumble with the zipper on her dress.
Sara's heartbeat quickened as he eased the zipper part way down; just enough to expose her braless chest. She felt the cool air hit her breasts and then his mouth brought warmth, making her shiver in his arms.
She moaned softly as his lips found a nipple and pulled it into his mouth, his teeth scraping softy. Her nerve endings were on fire. God, she wanted him so much! She needed him.
She pulled his mouth back to her lips and pressed her bare breasts against his chest, his skin feeling so good against her.
She heard a moan escape his throat as her tongue dipped into his mouth. And then she delighted in his gasp as she slid a hand along the hardness in his pants.
His gasp making her want more, making her want to please him, she began to fumble with his zipper.
Soon she was inside his pants touching his smooth hardness.
"Oh, God, Sara", he said against her neck. Sara stroked him lightly, her fingers eliciting moans and gasps. She covered his mouth with hers and dipped her tongue into him as she moved.
He grabbed at her hand.
"You have to stop, Sara…I can't take much more…I mean"… he fumbled.
Sara reluctantly eased her hand away from him, and pulled him closer. She could feel his pounding heart against her bare skin.
They held each other for a few moments not speaking and then,
"We have to go back", he said softly into her neck.
His breathing wasn't quite back to normal and she could still hear the arousal in his voice.
"I don't want to", she whispered. "I wanna stay here with you".
Michael sighed.
"We could take the Limo and go somewhere, anywhere, it doesn't matter", he said as his fingers stroked her bare back.
Sara laughed. "Now that would be really hard to explain, don't you think"?
Michael laughed. "Yeah, it would".
Sara slid her hands along his bare torso. But he pulled away from her.
"Sara, if I'm going to be able to go back out there, you have to stop touching me".
Sara grinned in the dark. "Oops, sorry"! But she wasn't. She was so not sorry.
"Could you zip me up, please"? She asked quietly, suddenly afraid they might be heard through the door.
She pulled her dress up and turned. She felt Michael's fingers graze her skin as he fumbled for the zipper, and then he was tugging it up. When he was finished she turned and adjusted the dress as best she could.
"I'd better find a bathroom and do damage control", she said and then ran a hand through her disheveled hair.
Sara began to feel about for the door, the sound of Michael adjusting his clothing behind her.
She found the door and wrapped her fingers around the knob. Opening it slowly she stuck her head out and took a quick peek making sure the coast was clear. When she was satisfied no one was coming down the hall she ducked back in and then turned to Michael. She felt the words slipping out of her mouth before she could stop them.
"I love, you, Michael", she said softly, and then quickly opened the door and slipped out, shutting it behind her.
(Michael)
Michael stood in the dark a smile lighting his features.
Sara was in love with him? His smile grew wider. He wished she hadn't run out after saying it. He ached to hold her, and not just for the obvious reasons. He wanted to hold her and tell her how he felt about her. To tell her how much he loved her.
He stood there for a moment longer and then hurriedly tucked in his shirt. He needed to see her again before they rejoined their dates on the dance floor.
He peeked out and seeing no one, he stepped out of the closet and made his way to the restrooms. He stood there for some minutes waiting for her, but at the sound of approaching voices, he ducked into the men's room.
He went over to a sink and looked at himself. His hair was too short to be mussed, but was that lipstick by his ear? He scrubbed at it with a wet paper towel leaving his skin clean, but slightly pink. He threw the towel in the garbage and took one last look in the mirror. He smiled. Sara loves me he said softly to his reflection.
He was about to leave the restroom when he heard Sara's voice. Michael froze just inside the open door.
"I don't think so David", Michael heard her saying. "Oh, come on Sara. Don't be like that, girl. I gots some of dat ganja you like so much", he teased.
Michael's jaw tightened. Sara did drugs?
"I know I was comin' on a little strong in all, but Yo I promise I'll keep my hands to m'self…so come on whaddaya say we smoke the peace pipe"? David rapped.
Michael held his breath waiting for her to answer.
"Um, okay… but then we're going back in to the dance", Sara said sternly.
Michael felt his heart sink. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could Sara be into drugs? Did she only do drugs on occasion? True he didn't know as much about Sara as he could, but wouldn't he have noticed her coming home stoned? But then again until recently they had never really hung out together.
He sighed. He listened to David's fading voice and then they were gone.
Michael stepped out from his spot just inside the restroom door and made his way back to the main hall, the loud music filling his ears as he slipped inside and began searching for his date.
(Sara)
Sara took the smoke into her mouth and held it. She hadn't really felt like getting high, she was high enough from her stolen moments with Michael; from telling Michael how she felt about him.
But here she was, and it was mostly just to smooth things over. She had been leaving the Ladies room when she ran into David. Upon seeing him, her first concern had been getting him away from the area of the closet. She had no idea if Michael was still in there or not.
Plus she was hoping to avoid any conversation about her disappearing act with Michael, and a stoned David would be less likely to ask questions she didn't want to answer.
She let the smoke out without inhaling it and pretended to cough. She hoped she was convincing. She wasn't big on pot, but she had smoked it on occasion.
She took the blunt from David's fingers and took another pretend hit. She smiled and held it in.
David grinned at her. "This is some good shit, Sara. I been savin' it just for tonight".
Sara nodded around her mouthful of smoke and then let it out. She just wanted to rejoin the others on the dance floor.
A few minutes later David snuffed out the roach on his heel and pocketed it.
Sara held back a sigh of relief, and hooked her arm through his.
"Shall we"? She said dramatically, hoping to sound like she had truly partaken of his offering.
David laughed; "Let's go cut a rug, girl…I wanna dance"!
Later that night
Sara sighed and leaned back in the Limo seat. She was so glad the night was almost over. They had already dropped David off at his home and to Sara's relief he hadn't tried to kiss her. In fact true to his word David had been a complete gentleman the remainder of the night, his focus on impressing her with his break dance moves on the dance floor.
Next they had dropped off Christy. When Michael walked her to the door Sara had held her breath hoping he wouldn't kiss her friend goodnight. When he hadn't she had been so relieved.
Michael had just rejoined her in the Limo, and to Sara that meant the time she had been looking forward to had finally arrived; the ride home. They were alone again at last.
Sara scooted over next to him and started nibbling on his neck.
"Sara, don't", he said making her look at him.
Sara had noticed that Michael was quiet during the drive thus far, but she had figured he was merely uncomfortable. Now she was worried. Was Michael mad at her?
"What's wrong...Did I do something to make you mad at me, Michael"?
Was he acting like this because she told him she loved him?
"Cause if I did something"…She trailed off when he turned to look at her.
"How long have you been doing drugs Sara"? He said softly.
Sara looked at him in the dim light of the Limo. "What? I don't do drugs…I mean I might smoke pot every once in a while, but I'm not a druggie or anything".
And then it dawned on her. Michael had overheard her conversation with David and he was pissed at her.
"I only went with David to try to smooth things over, Michael", she explained. She ran a hand through her tired curls and looked at him. "Don't be mad…Please"?
Sara was confused. Was Michael mad because she had gone with David or because he thought she had gotten stoned at the dance? "I didn't even inhale, Michael…I mean tonight", she said sincerely.
Michael stared at her for a moment.
"Promise me you won't smoke anymore of that garbage, Sara", he said gravely his eyes never leaving hers.
Sara nodded. Promising that was no big deal, she could do without pot easily.
"I promise, Michael", she said softly. "Just don't be mad at me, please"?
She felt tears threatening and looked down at her hands.
"Sara"? He whispered softly.
Sara looked up at him meeting his caring eyes.
"I love you too".
Sara smiled and then laughed as he pulled her close, his lips closing over hers.
Yes, she had no problem whatsoever giving up pot; but giving up Michael Scofield? Now that would be a problem.