(Author's Chapter Notes:)
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Sara slid into the cab and leaned forward reading off the address from the page she had ripped from the phone book at the airport. She had arrived in Chicago less than an hour ago, and she couldn't wait to be back in Michael's arms.
After a grunted "Sure thing, Miss," from the cab driver she leaned back and rested her head against the worn leather seat letting her thoughts go back to the last few days. After her phone call with Michael, Sara had somehow managed to sneak back home undetected. It had been a long walk, but she had made it. As soon as she hit the driveway she had headed straight for the back yard and collapsed tiredly into a lounge chair, only to be awakened a short while later by an unsuspecting Grace wanting her to come in to dinner.
Sitting quietly at the table that night, Sara had choked down enough food to satisfy her mother and then fled to her room to be alone. She couldn't stand being around her mother anymore. In fact she spent most of her time these days in her room just to avoid Grace.
Aldo had come home the very next day and Sara had heard their whispered conversations, but she told herself it didn't matter, she would be with Michael soon no matter what they said.
She saw her first opportunity that very same day. Grace's handbag was left on the table in the foyer where she had dumped it after picking up Aldo from the airport. Sara had quickly searched through it and palmed a credit card. That taken care of, all she had to do was convince Grace to let her stay at Kelly's for a couple of days.
Opportunity number two presented itself that same night at dinner. Sara had known Aldo was her only hope. She had figured if she could get him on her side about the sleepover maybe he could convince her mother it was a good idea. She had waited till the main course was served before casually bringing it up.
To her surprise Aldo had been all for it, and when her mother made to veto the idea, he had practically shushed her. Sara could hear his words now as if he were there in the cab with her.
"You can't keep the girl a prisoner, Gracie. She starts school in two weeks, what then? Are you going to insist on home schooling?"
Grace had relented and Sara had jumped up and hugged Aldo first and then reluctantly given a quick hug to her mother as well. Once in her seat again, she had forced a few more bites down, asked to be excused, and fled the room claiming she had to call Kelly to give her the good news.
Sara really just wanted to be alone. She had no intention of calling Kelly. Her friend would want all the juicy details, and she had nothing she could share. Really there was nothing left to do but wait. She had already booked her trip. In fact her plane would land in Chicago at 8:00pm the very next night.
Now here she was so close to being with him, she could hardly stand it. And as the cab came to a stop she realized she was even closer than she had thought. She quickly paid the cab driver with the money she had withdrawn from an ATM at the airport and slid out.
Her small suitcase in hand, she rushed up to the door, her excitement growing with every step she made to the modest little house, where she knew Michael and Lincoln had grown up. It was well kept and tidy, and she knew this had to be Michael's doing. She smiled at the thought and leaned on the doorbell anxious to be in his arms again.
When he opened the door her heart leaped in her chest. He looked tired, but so good. He needed a shave and she could almost feel the roughness of him against her skin. And then she was feeling him, his face against hers; his arms tight around her pulling her in the door. It wasn't until they were breathless that he pulled his lips from hers with a question.
"How did you get here, Sara?"
Sara ran her fingers over his kiss reddened lips and along his jaw. She wanted to touch him everywhere, but tried to contain herself.
"I just flew in."
Her mouth was moving towards him for another breath taking kiss, but his hands on her shoulders stopped her.
"You mean you ran away?"
She stepped back and sighed.
"Yes, I ran away. I ran to you, Michael. This is where I belong. We belong together. And no matter what they say they can't keep us apart if we don't let them."
Michael didn't say anything, but looked at her for a few seconds. She could see him weakening, so she pulled him closer, and found his mouth was once again inviting as she eased her tongue in for a taste.
And then she felt the rough wood of the door against her back as he pushed her against it, his urgent hands moving along her sides to her breasts. She leaned into him her nipples ready to be explored; needing to feel him; all of him. She could feel how hard he was and her quick hands hastily unsnapped his pants and pushed them down.
He moaned as her hand gripped him and the roughness of his cheeks moved to chafe the excited skin of her breasts, making her breath come even faster.
He fumbled clumsily with her skirt and then he was pulling her underwear down. When they had been tossed aside he hoisted her up onto him. They moaned in unison at this union and his mouth found hers breathless as she mouthed his name.
His movements were quick and hurried, and she felt his smoothness bringing her closer; and closer. She knew their love making was more desperate this time, as if they were both afraid they would be interrupted again. And then she was coming; her orgasm strong as her muscles contracted around him. He was trying to pull out of her, but she refused to let him go, pulling him closer instead as his orgasm took him.
His voice was echoing off the ceiling, his moans and gasps bringing a smile to her flushed face. And then he brought his lips to the soft skin of her neck, his breath hot, and his mouth sweet as he placed a soft kiss near her collar bone..
He pulled back, and still holding her weight he eased her down to the floor.
"What did we just do?" His voice was deep from their love making, but Sara could also hear regret.
She panicked at first wondering if he was sorry she had come to his door, but she knew that couldn't be it. And then it came to her, he was worried about her getting pregnant. Trying to ease his mind she said what she thought he needed to hear.
"Its okay, Michael, I can't get pregnant right now, I'm pretty sure I'm not ovulating."
She saw the look of relief pass across his features and felt that the lie was vindicated.
In all actuality she had no idea when she ovulated.
He smiled at her and pulled her close her bare breasts against his hot skin perking up again in arousal. She was wondering if what they said about teenage boys was true, and then she was wondering no more. She felt his hardness and went to pull him closer, but he pulled away.
"Come on, let's go upstairs."
Sara followed him up the stairs and waited in the hall for him as he made a quick stop into Lincoln's room. He came out with a box of condoms and a smile, and then he was leading her further down the hall to his room.
Upon arrival, he opened the door and ushered her in. He closed the door behind them and led her to his bed.
Sara reached and pulled him down with her and their mouths found each other in the dimly lit room. As he moved next to her, this time much more slowly, as if he intended to take his time, she knew it would be a long night; a night she would never forget.
(Chapter End Notes:)
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