They finally arrived at the hide-out, the two story cabin home that was secluded with a lake view was hiding a stressful situation as Mike jumped out from the back seat and rushed inside.
Mike opened the door in a rush, having to stop himself from sliding along the wood floor as he looked around the living room to only find agents standing around.
"Where is she?" he barked at them.
An agent walked over to Mike and motioned him to follow him as the both of them climbed up the lengthy slight of stairs and walked into a bedroom where the door was wide open.
Sarahs' back was to the door as she sat in a chair next to the bed where Grace was sleeping, the agent tapped on the door "Ms. Green…" he trailed in.
"We're fine, agent…thank you." Sarah muttered, not even bothering to look behind her.
The agent opened his mouth to correct her but Mike took his arm and shook his head before motioning the agent to leave as Mike walked into the bedroom and placed a hand on Sarahs' shoulder.
Sarah looked up to see Mike, her face going from tired and stressed to surprised "Mike," she said as she stood up from her seat.
Mike pulled her in for a hug as he looked down at his sleeping daughter before he pulled away from the hug "What happened?" he asked Sarah.
Sarah sighed as she looked over at Grace "Panic attack."
"What?" Mike asked, shocked as he looked over at Grace, then back at Sarah.
Sarah nodded "They sedated her." She said quietly.
"Sarah, what happened?" Mike asked, taking Sarahs' arm gently.
Sarah shrugged her shoulders "I don't know…we were just watching T.V. when she started having trouble breathing…and I thought maybe it was an Asthma attack, or—or maybe she had come into contact with something and she was having a reaction to it…" Sarah trailed off, curling her lips in before letting a deep breath out.
Mike huffed, looking at his daughter "A panic attack?" he asked.
"…that's what the paramedics said it was. The FBI said they'd send a doctor by in a few days to check on her." Sarah said gently.
Mike let his hand move down her arm and take her hand "And what about you? How are you?" he asked.
Sarah huffed "…it's been two weeks, Mike. I've been holed-up in this house waiting for something to happen...I'm going stir-crazy!" she admitted.
"I know. We're looking, but...we haven't been able to locate them for awhile." Mike told her.
Sarah turned to him, a frustrated look on her face; she shook her head as she walked out of the bedroom, Mike following closely behind "Sarah, just listen…" Mike remarked.
Sarah turned to face him "No! I won't listen, Mike! My daughter just had a panic attack—she's 4! We've been stuck in the middle of nowhere while a serial killer and his groupie are out there doing God knows what…I'm tired of listening! I want something done!" she hissed quietly as she turned back around and walked into the master suite.
Mike continued to follow her, closing the double doors behind him so they could argue without the agents or Grace hearing them "What do you want me to do!? The second you left, they disappeared-they taunted us and then they just disappeared!" Mike remarked.
"…why does this have to be so hard, goddamn it, Michael!" Sarah yelled at him.
Mike huffed "You hid in plain sight…Joe can't do that! He has to hide away…he had to retreat to figure out Plan B."
"And what's his plan B, Mike, what is that? Hell, what was Plan A?" Sarah asked, getting in his face.
Mike grinded his teeth "He was gonna take you and Grace! He was going to use you to manipulate me…and probably to manipulate Ryan. Because that's what he does!" he hissed at her.
Sarah began to get teary-eyed, she knew he was right but she had all this pent up anger and she didn't know what to do with it as she looked away from Mike and brushed away the forming tears.
"Don't cry." Mike said quietly.
Sarah shook her head, her back still to him "I'm not crying!" she insisted.
Mike walked up to her and hugged her from behind "You shouldn't bottle things up, Sarah…you know it doesn't do you any good." He told her.
"I have to be strong for her." Sarah said, turning around to face Mike "…if I break down, what's stopping her from losing it too?" she asked rhetorically.
Mike smiled as he looked down at her "…she trusts you." He said.
Sarah let a deep breath out and walked out of Mikes' arms, rubbing her face before looking out the window at the scenic view "So are you just here to check in, or can you stay awhile?" she asked.
Mike let the corners of his mouth rise "I can stay if you want me to…" he said quietly.
Sarah nodded "That would be nice, it would be nice for Grace to see you…maybe it will help." She remarked.
The two adults were quiet, beginning a series of flirtatious looks before they would look away and stand awkwardly away from each other "I still think about that kiss." Sarah admitted, before looking back him.
Mike smiled "Yeah?" he asked.
Sarah nodded "Yeah. I hadn't been kissed like that in…almost 6 years." She recalled.
He walked closer to her, taking a strand of hair and tucking it behind her ear "Neither had I." he told her.
She smiled at him "Really? You're telling me you never went on a date those five years I was locked up?" she asked him.
Mike shrugged "It's hard to when you've got a territorial daughter on your hands." He said.
Sarah laughed, covering her mouth to keep it from echoing; she contained her giggle and put her hand down "…oh…" she simply said.
"She's not like that with me…but I'm also her mother." She continued.
They stared at each other, not sure what to do or say to one another when Mike leaned in close and kissed her, his hand cupping her face as he did.
Mike pulled away from the kiss and looked down at Sarah who cradled his head in her hand before she pulled him back in for another kiss; the both of them slowly making their way to the bed.
Her lips causing friction against his gave Mike a sensation that he hadn't felt in a long while as he pulled away from the kiss and turned her around to face the bed and began to place butterfly kisses on her neck.
Sarah moaned, tilting her head to the side as Mikes' hands began to slide along the length of her torso, her breathing became shallow as reached her hand back and grabbed Mikes' neck.
Mikes' hand began to make their way to her breasts, giving them a good rub before Sarah turned around to face him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss while she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
Sarah let her hands rise up his shirt, feeling his faint muscles when her fingers grazed upon his thick scar; she pulled away from the kiss as she pulled Mikes' shirt over his head and looked down at his scar.
She sighed as she stroked it gently, looking up at him when he caught her hands and laced their fingers together and kissed her once again before gently pushing her down on the bed and climbing on top of her.
Mike looked down at her, admiring all her beauty and appreciating every flaw when her hands moved to his hips and she removed his gun and badge from his belt and gingerly placed them on the night table.
He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her while his hand began to ride up her sweater but Sarah stopped his hand midway and looked up at him "You know how I like it." She whispered to him.
Mike looked down at her, he did know but he figured that there would be a little foreplay before they got right down to business; unless she was thinking about everyone outside of the bedroom door which was understandable.
He moved his hand down past her hip and up her skirt where he traced the stitching of her stockings before reaching the top and pulling them as well as her panties down towards her ankles.
Sarah stepped on her stockings to remove them entire, letting her panties fall as well before she turned around and bent over, spreading her legs apart as she arched her back while pressing her fingers into the bed.
Mike looked at the sight before him, this was happening—this was real! This wasn't some fantasy he was having so he could jerk off; she was genuinely offering herself to him.
The mother of his child, his one true love (whether or not the people around him approved it or not); Sarah looked over her shoulder at him, waiting for him to make a move.
He looked her over for a moment before he took a step forward and pulled her up from her bent down position "No." he muttered, burying his nose in her hair.
"No?" Sarah asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Mikes' hands rode up her sweater and pulled it up and over her before he tossed it aside, exposing her tank top before then unzipping her skirt before watching it fall to her feet "Get under the covers." He instructed her.
Sarah stood there for a moment, feeling vulnerable and quite stupid before she pulled the comforter and sheets back and crawled inside before pulling her tank top off and looked back at Mike who followed behind.
He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed to remove his jeans and boxers while Sarah wrapped her arms around his chest and kissed his neck, patiently waiting for him.
Mike fell into bed with her, the sheets tucking them under as Mike leaned in to kiss her again, their energy intensifying with every touch and every kiss; it had been far too long for the both of them.
Sarah gently bit his upper lip as they continued to kiss before she began to feel Mikes' hand riding up her thigh and gently spreading them apart before entering two fingers inside of her.
She gasped, her mouth opened wide as she pulled away from the kiss and let her head rest against the pillow; Mike leaned in for another kiss as he massaged her with his two fingers, stroking her gently before curving his fingers.
Sarah closed her eyes tight, muttering Mikes' name as she reached out for the pillow next to her and squeezed it tight; he teased her G-spot over and over again with every stroke, watching Sarah bite her lip as she let quiet gasps and moans escape her lips.
This was what they needed, no mindless fucking, no complicated sex positions; Mike knew they needed to reconnect as he watched Sarah give into pleasure, watching her cum before him.
Mike leaned down and kissed Sarah as he took his fingers back; letting Sarah relax before she pushed him on his back and rolled on her side, her hand snaking under the covers to return the favor.
The young agent closed his eyes as Sarah stroked him, occasionally leaning down to kiss his neck and rub her cheek against his scruff as she did.
He tried to control his breathing, groans getting caught in his throat as he tried to keep any unsettling noise at bay keeping in mind the FBI agents downstairs.
Sarah leaned down for another kiss, her strokes becoming more powerful the more she noticed Mike struggling with keeping his pleasure contained within him.
"Let it out." She whispered in his ear, she didn't care if the agents downstairs could hear them; it wasn't any of their business.
Mike shook his head "No. Keep going." He begged her, his breathing becoming shallow as Sarah continued to pump him; he felt himself building up, he knew it was coming when he took her wrist and forced her to stop.
Sarah looked over at him as he slowly pushed Sarah on her back, her head resting comfortably on the pillow as he climbed on top of her; he looked down at her and smiled, brushing a few strands away from her face before entering her.
She whispered his name, her head tilting back as he thrusted in and out of her slowly while burying his head in her neck and tickled her with his scruff.
Sarah bit her lip as she combed her hands through his hair "Mikey." She whispered, biting her lip as she felt him in between her legs; it had been 6 years since she had been with Mike—or any man for that matter, she had forgotten what it had felt like to be touched this way.
Mike pressed his lips against Sarahs' as he continued to thrust gently into her, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together while staring each other down.
"I love you." Sarah told Mike, beginning to thrust her hips against Mikes', the two of them slowly morphing into one before Sarah playfully rolled Mike on his back and repositioned herself.
Her hands were placed firmly on his chest as she began to grind her hips against Mike, her leg sliding down the length of his as she slowly descended down to remain in close contact with Mike who placed both hands on her back.
Their gasps and moans slowly began to get harsher as Sarahs' grinding got faster and faster, forcing Mike to involuntarily thrust against her; the both of them changing rhythms to keep up with one another when he felt it.
Mike began to feel the coil within winding up and getting ready to let go as he screamed at himself; he wasn't sure if Sarah was ready or not but he wanted to make sure she came first before he did.
He stopped her, sitting up in bed and against the bed frame as he let Sarah gently ride him as he continued to thrust against her.
Sarah could feel the pressure against her clit as she grinded against Mike, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders; her breathing became shallower and her moans became louder, it was obvious to Mike where she was headed.
"Michael." Sarah said, almost gasping for air as she continued to grind, her nails beginning to dig into his shoulders as she rested her forehead against his.
"Sarah." Mike said back to her, looking at her as he felt her begin to curl into herself; her hands becoming unstable as the both of them began to pick up the pace.
Sarah curled her toes in as she felt her orgasm began to bubble up to the surface; she had lost all train of thought and the ability to muffle a cry as her orgasm hit her; a loud moan escape her lips as she arched her back.
Mike brought her back down to reality, taking her hips as he continued to thrust; wanting to catch up when he rolled Sarah on her back and began to thrust hard, letting the headboard hit the wall slightly.
She continued to call out his name, holding onto his neck as the looked deep into each others' eyes, 'reconnecting' as Mike was calling it when he felt the coil inside of him burst.
Mike cried out, resting his head against Sarahs' breasts as he continued to thrust until he lost all energy to move entirely.
They laced their fingers again as Mike finally stopped thrusting, trying to control his breathing when he finally rolled off of Sarah and laid next to her on the bed; the both of them breathing hard as they looked over at each other.
"Did you mean it?" he asked her.
"Mean what?" Sarah asked in return.
"That you loved me." Mike reiterated.
Sarah simply nodded, still trying to catch her breath when a loud knock was heard at the bedroom door.
"Ms. Greene?" an agent on the other side called out.
Sarah and Mike both sat up and turned to the door, Sarah swallowed hard "Yes?"
"Ms. Weston is awake." The agent said.
Sarah sighed "Okay, just give me a few minutes and I'll be right out." She said, pushing the bed sheets away from her naked body.
Mike watched as she got out of bed and began to walk into the bathroom to clean up before putting her clothes back on; he didn't want to get out of bed but knowing that Grace was awake—he didn't want to miss a waking moment with her as he slowly followed suit, grabbing his boxers and jeans from the floor and beginning to dress for his appearance.