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Unnoticed Beginnings: Unravelling
He woke with his heartbeat in his head- a dry mouth with the taste of whiskey still lingering. As the sound of his alarm pierced his ears he realised that he was back to where he had been a few years ago. Pining for Sara in the day and attempting to forget her at night.
A part of him wanted to just switch his phone off and roll over and fall asleep again but he knew that everyone would talk- make guesses about why he wasn't there- they would all, also, come to a conclusion- Sara. He remembered the warning look Nick had given him when he had noticed the way Greg had looked at Sara the first night she had returned. He recalled the way he had been silently told by Catherine after a few drinks to keep his hands off her when they had all gone to a bar the other night. He had noted the way everyone would look at Sara's wedding ring as if that was enough to make him turn his feelings off. With those thoughts Greg dragged himself towards another night shift in Las Vegas.
When she was around the attempt to suppress the urge to kiss her would drive him insane. The smell of her skin made it so hard to focus on anything but her body.
He had let a woman he couldn't have affect his work.
As he walked to the lab the sweltering heat didn't do anything to improve his mood. As he walked into the office he saw her sitting in the break room taking sips from her coffee and laughing at whatever it was Nick was saying to her. She threw her head back exposing the delicate skin of her neck. The skin he wanted to badly to taste. Her soft curls spilling over the back of the chair. Hair he wanted so much to run his fingers through. Looking at the way her back arched slightly he thought of her body withering beneath his.
As he stood in the middle of the hall way watching her Greg didn't understand how a part of him wanted her so much when his every instinct was telling him to hate her.
It was then he wondered if it was just the recent dry spell his work had forced him to endure which had caused him to imagine walking into that break room and taking Sara then and there on that table in plain sight of all the people that had warned him.
Greg decided that it was easier to blame the lack of sex in his life than having to face the actual facts: when it came to Sara he was powerless. And he hated it. He was unable to resist her. He was unable to turn her away. He knew for a fact that at some stage that day he would be begging her forgiveness for what he had said the previous night even though he had meant every word of it. He knew he was going to lie just to keep her in his life, because he didn't know if he could handle her not being around again.
But that time would not be now. He was not ready to say sorry. He wanted the words he had said to sink in.
So Greg took a deep breath he walked into the room his eyes focused fully on Nick not paying her attention. He could sense her sitting up slightly straighter in her chair and the way the atmosphere suddenly tensed.
Greg simply ignored it and spoke to Nick about last night's game as if there was nothing wrong. He in the end got paired with Nick and he walked out of the break room he threw her a glance. She was looking at the bottom of her empty mug with a hurt expression, gritting her teeth and blinking away tears.
He didn't know what it was but Greg felt triumph as he watched her. What she was feeling now was a fraction of what he had spent living with and it felt good to know she was finally seeing what was going on between them.
Greg felt glad that maybe this game of cat and mouse would soon be over.
Later That Night
They stumbled into the darkness of his apartment her whole body was pressed up against his, her arms tightly around her neck on her tip toes so they were the same height. He kept her flush against his as he led her to his bedroom ignoring the objects that they knocked over on the way. They shed their clothes not losing each other's lips once.
He pushed her forcefully onto the bed and without hesitation planted himself of top of the woman lying before him peppering her collar bone with kisses and bites. Pinning her arms above her head he took out all of the frustration he had felt in the last few years beginning relentless on his attack upon her body.
He was the one with the power and he was not willing to give it up- he kept his hand firmly over her wrists. He used his knees to prise her legs open and while watching her expression he surged into her roughly.
He was in complete control. And he loved it.