April 22
The week went by quickly. Jessica ended up going shopping with her that Saturday but they were still not able to find a dress. Michael's hours seemed to be increasing as the Davis construction was in full swing. He'd been working past five more often than not although John had continued to tell him it wasn't necessary. And before she knew it, it was Thursday again and time to drive to the church to see Ron Keller.
As they drove, they talked a little about their day but the conversation got less and less the closer they came to their destination. Pulling into the parking lot, silently they both got out of the car. Meeting, they linked hands and walked up the steps.
As soon as they walked in the door, Ron was waiting for them. "Well hello again. Come on in." he motioned. Like before, Michael and Sara made their way into his office and took their seats on the couch. Ron sat down in his chair, "So how are the wedding plans coming? Everything about set?"
"Getting there." Sara said with a small smile.
"Good, good." Ron leaned back in his chair and observed the couple before he continued. "Well tonight I thought we could talk a little about past relationships. Why don't we start with you Sara."
As soon as she heard the words, not only did she tense but she felt it flow through Michael as well. Taking a deep breath, ok she could do this. "What do you want to know?"
"Well let's start with college. Did you have any boyfriends?"
"Two, one during sophomore and one during junior year."
"Were these relationships serious or casual?"
Sara thought about it for a minute before answering. "At the time I thought they were serious, but they were pretty casual. Especially the one junior year, I was too caught up in my studies trying to get ready for med school to concentrate on a relationship."
"I see. And how about med school? Any men in your life then?"
Sara sighed. "Unfortunately yes." She saw the man across from her lift his eyebrows. "The first man I met in med school was how I got introduced to morphine." Her eyes drift down to her hand and Michael's. "All my relationships from then, until I got clean were…well let's just say 'not healthy'."
"In what way?"
Michael was right. This was like therapy. "Everything I did revolved around the drug. I was attracted to bad boys. Whoever could get me my next fix. Not much else mattered. The only time I was sober was when I had to take a test and even that was a challenge."
"So what happened? How did you stop?"
"I was high one day and witnessed a boy get hit by a car. But I was so out of it I couldn't help him and he died." She was trying not to cry but even after all these years the tears were coming, she could feel them. Michael's hand on her tighten and she took a deep breath. "That's the day I stopped using." She didn't add except when I almost overdosed after Michael's escape.
"Anyone else between getting clean and you two meeting?" He asked.
She shook her head no.
"And how are you two addressing your addition?" he asked. She told him that Michael was very supportive and had even been to one of her NA meetings.
Ron turned to Michael.
Ron asked him all the same questions. He started with college, just as Sara had. His list was shorter than hers. He'd only dated a handful of women over the years before Sara and never any of them for very long.
When he arrived at Nika, he debated if he should just leave her out. They'd never dated. However he was afraid if Ron did any digging on him whatsoever he'd find out about his marriage, especially since the divorce had only gone through four months ago. So he explained briefly about Nika but left out her part in the escape only sharing that he'd married her to get her out of a bad situation and get her green card. Sara had been quite through all this, but he'd felt her tense every time the name Nika left his or Ron's lips.
The hour seemed to drag out forever but finally it was over and they were heading home. The first half of the ride back, neither of them spoke. It was Michael who broke through the quite. "You never told me about the boy."
She was so deep inside her own thoughts she'd missed what he'd said to her. "What?"
"The boy you couldn't help. You never told me about him."
"Oh." Her hands began fidgeting in her lap. "It just never came up, I guess. Sorry."
"It's obviously painful for you to talk about. I understand why you never brought it up." When he looked over and saw her hands moving, "I'm sorry. Just forget I mentioned it."
She heard it in his voice. He was hurt. He was hurt because she didn't share with him and wasn't that ironic. He was right. She should have told him. Sometime in the last two years, she should have mentioned it. "No Michael. Your right. I should have told you. I'm sorry."
"Sara…"
"No. I should have told you. I don't know why I didn't. It is difficult for me to talk about but…I've done it in NA. I have no excuse."
"I didn't say something to make you feel guilty."
"I know."
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That night as she slid over to him in their bed, she set out to show him how sorry she was. When she started to place kisses on his chest, his arms began to come up to wrap around her as always but she pushed them back to the bed.
Michael wasn't quite sure what she was doing. Why she didn't want him to touch her. The question was on his lips but before he could get it out, she moved lower. Her breast grazed his stomach and he could feel her hard nipples pressing against him. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but instead balled his fists against the mattress and obeyed her wishes.
Her hands gripped his hips, as her mouth made it's way where her breasts had just been. Feeling her hands tugging at his boxers, he lifted his hips for her as she slid them down his legs and onto the floor. Slowly she ran her hands back up his legs. Her seeking fingers getting ever slower the closer she got to what he most wanted her to touch.
He wanted her mouth on him, but instead she was kissing and nipping and licking everywhere BUT where he wanted her to be. Lifting his hips, he tried to get her attention letting her know what he wanted. When he looked down, he found her smiling at his obvious frustration and then her attention went back to torturing him with her mouth.
Finally he felt her fingers graze him and he released a low and throaty groan. He felt her lips curve into a smile again against his skin. "Sara…" he said pleading. But before he could get anything else out he felt what he'd been waiting for, her mouth, her hands. He was completely surrounded by her.
This time he couldn't help himself. He reached for her. Fingers slipping into her hair, all he could do was hold on. Her sweet torture had wound him so tight he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He'd tried to gently tug at her head to get her to release him so he could join with her but she would just grip him tighter and continue to work her magic.
He would not allow himself to find release before she did, or at least until she did. So he took what seemed like ten of the longest seconds of his life, forced his eyes open, found a spot on the ceiling in which to focus and made his mind to block out what she was doing to him. When he felt he'd gained some control, he sat up in one fluid motion dislodging her and flipped them both over.
She stared up at him, her eyes open in surprise, her mouth moist and plump from what she'd been doing to him. But before she could voice any protest from his actions, his lips were on hers. He didn't hold back and kissed her with all the heat she'd built up in him from her time between his legs.
Reaching between them, he found her center. His fingers delved into her feminine folds. Slipping a long finger inside her, he felt her arms around him tighten in response. She was wet and ready for him. Removing his fingers, he positioned himself and pressed forward.
As he entered her, Sara's head fell back against the pillow as her body arched against him. He felt her nails digging into his skin as he began to move. Their joining was almost frantic. It was she who found his lips again. Her hands were everywhere as they moved together. Feeling her body tense, he knew it was ok to let himself go. Pressing her head back into the mattress as his lips took possession of hers, he didn't hold back and together they found completion.