Breaking Point 4/?
Summary: Set just after Viva Las Vegas. After a mess up at a scene, Greg is forced into a position he never thought possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Rating: R to M.
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They arrived back at Sara's, both unsure of what was next. "Why don't you put something on… I'm gonna go change."
"Ok." Greg swallowed thickly watching as she disappeared into her bathroom, his heart in his throat. He was scared but optimistic that she wasn't toying with him, but still….
Flipping through channels, he stopped finding 'The Shawshank Redemption.'
Andy had just been sentenced when Sara stepped back out, his heart jumped back to his throat, finding her in a camisole and a think pair of shorts.
"What'd you put on?" She smiled sitting next to him on the couch, lifting her legs up and to the side, their knees almost touching.
He tried to remember to breathe, and with her change in attire and close proximity his heart sped up. "Umm The Shawshank Redemption."
"Oh, hmm I don't think I've seen it." She shifted a bit, her hands twisting as her head leaned against her shoulder, watching him from the corner of her eye.
"It's good. Its Stephen King."
"Hmm…" Standing up she turned off the lights throwing the living room into darkness, the only light coming from the TV. When she came back, she sat next to him, even closer than before. "Better."
He felt like a teenager sitting next to his crush in a dark theatre. Yes, they had already kissed but for the most part it was one sided, mainly due to shock, but he knew if they were to kiss again all roadblocks would be down and in no way would he stop it.
In an effort to try and relieve some tension in his own body Greg settled back into the corner of the couch, which was only an inch difference, his arm resting on the top part of the couch.
When Boggs and the sisters cornered Andy, Boggs telling Andy he'd take what was given to him, Sara turned toward him, cringing, her body shuffling a bit closer.
When Boggs came back to his cell, after a week in the hole and Hadley beat him with his night stick, she flinched, burrowing her head unconsciously into his chest.
Greg didn't know if she was being cliché or if the movie really was affecting her that much, so he tentatively moved his arm from the back of the couch, placing it on her shoulder, pulling her into a one-armed embrace. "The worst is over." He whispered near her ear causing her to shiver.
"Thanks." Sara whispered back, catching his eye. They sat staring for a solid minute before turning back to the movie, their hearts racing.
When Brooks hung himself in his apartment, she cringed sliding her head deeper into his shoulder, he responded, squeezing her side. She smiled staring at the outline of his cheek and jaw in the light of the movie.
It wasn't until they were on outside work did Greg feel her eyes on him. Dropping his gaze, their eyes locked, her hand moved from her lap to his jaw, stroking it gently. They stayed like that for what felt like hours but was only merely seconds when Sara used the hand at his jaw, pulling him closer.
Their lips met lightly at first, a few soft brushes before Sara turned, pushing her weight onto her right arm as her left hand pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.
Tightening his arm around her shoulder Greg put a hand to her cheek, snaking his tongue out across her lips, groaning as her tongue joined his.
Movie forgotten Sara pulled herself across his lap, straddling his hips, her hands cupping his cheeks as the kiss reached dizzying heights.
Gripping her hips, he had to pull back, his lips moving to her cheek and down her neck, their breaths ragged.
"Oh." She sighed, turning her head to give him access, her left hand holding his neck to her, her right hand sliding down his chest and under his shirt, teasing the skin near his belly button.
Greg jumped feeling her hand graze his belly, moving up his chest in exploration, their lips met again, the passion between them ticking up a notch.
Moaning at the intrusion of his tongue, Sara dropped her other hand to the bottom of his shirt. Grasping the edge, she lifted it up and over, their intense kiss breaking just long enough to get it over his head. When she touched his bare chest she sighed happily into his mouth, her arms circling his neck as she resituated herself, groaning as she came in contact with his arousal.
Greg was past the point of being overwhelmed, Sara encompassed him completely. Her body was all over his. Her lips. Her hands. They pulled back momentarily lifting her own shirt from her torso, revealing she wore nothing underneath. "Shit." Seeing her breasts, her hardened nipples staring back at him made Greg pause, his heart in his throat.
Bared to him, Sara assumed he'd dive in with his lips and hands, leaving her panting and moaning, begging for more, but he sat still, hesitant to move. "Greg? What's wrong?" When he still didn't move, she pressed a hand to his cheek, guiding his eyes back to hers. "Greg?'
"I… I don't know… I've waited for years for this, but I can't seem to function." Licking his lips, he eyed her breasts again. "I've thought about what I wanted to do but I can't seem to move."
"Do you need to take a breath?... I can move?" Greg shook his head, closing his eyes, his hands dropped to her knees, scraping gently across the cap.
"Sara I'm not… I'm not very… experienced." He stuttered, lifting his eyes back to hers. "I've only been with two other women… I lost my virginity at 22."
Sara's eyes doubled in shock. He always seemed like such a playboy. Flirting with every girl in sight. Boy was she wrong. "Its okay Greg… we can go slow…" She smiled coyly, lifting his left hand from her knee and placing it against her breast. "Or I can help you."
Greg's heart sped up tenfold feeling her soft mound beneath his palm. Swallowing roughly, he caught her eye once more, stuttering. "Help?"
"Yeah help." Sara grinned, lifting his other hand and placing it against her other breast and pressing gently, forcing a sigh from her throat. "Your hands feel amazing."
"Lotion… from working in the lab." He whispered, tentatively lifting his hand from her breast, replacing it with his mouth, sucking lightly at her nipple, his tongue swiped across the hard nub.
"Oh… you don't need my help." She hissed, grasping the back of his head as he sucked with more fervor, his other hand moving to give the other breast the same attention, making her moan, grinding her hips into his. "Really don't need my help."
"I'll take whatever help you give me." Greg smiled, catching her lips, his hands gripping her back before lifting her up and laying her gently against the arm of the couch, his lips moving back down ger cheek to her neck, sucking greedily on the skin of her collarbone.
"Oh." She groaned, pressing her hips into his, her hands working the button on his jeans. "I don't… even remember… the name of this movie…" She hissed as he took her nipple in his mouth again, the rest of her words coming out in squeak. "… but this is the best movie I've seen in a long time."
Moving back to her other breast Greg felt her hands combing through his hair as his hands moved to her shorts, inching them until she lifted for him to pull them down. "Shawshank Redemption." He breathed, breaking away from her to stand. Toeing off his shoes, he finished pushing down his jeans, his underwear following baring himself to her in a way he never thought possible.
Sara lay shocked by him, even more so as his hands turned to her, no longer shy or nervous, grasping both sides of her underwear and then down her legs, taking her shorts with them.
He placed a knee between her legs, not finding enough room, he commanded. "Open."
When her legs parted, he brought his other knee to the couch. Sliding his hands behind her back, he elevated her bottom with his upper thighs. Pressing a hand to her lower back to elevate her further before capturing her lips and sliding into her in one swift move.
Gripping the arm of the couch, Sara moaned against his mouth at the deep intrusion. She hadn't expected him to go that deep that quickly. When he started to rock into her, her eyes widened, feeling how deep he was, his tongue probing into her mouth with each gentle move. "Oh shit." She tore from his mouth, each new thrust stroking the fire that had already started to build in her belly.
Dropping his mouth to her chest, Greg sucked her nipple into his mouth as he changed angles lightly, rolling his hips into hers, making her groan and surge back into him.
Holding tighter to the arm of the couch Sara could fell the start of her orgasm. "Shit Greg."
At her whimper she felt his strong pants against her chest, his speed picking feeling her tighten around him. "Greg!"
Feeling her shudder in release, Greg followed, burying his head into her shoulder. "Hope your neighbors don't mind some noise, that was kind of loud."
Lifting his head from her shoulder, Sara shook her head. "I don't care." She growled, pulling his lips back to hers, deepening their kiss immediately. Their tongues dueled for a long minute before she sat up, grabbing his hand. "Come on." She pulled him just behind her to her room, lying back on her bed, she pulled him over top of her, catching his lips in a searing kiss.
"Change of scenery?" Greg questioned, when they came up for air, his hands skimming her sides.
Reaching between them she found him ready to go again, so she whispered. "More comfortable."
Before he could respond she flipped him on his back, moaning as she guided herself down over him. "Oh." He hissed breathlessly, after the sudden turn, his eyes bulging as her heat enveloped him. Feeling her start to move Greg lifted his legs, his hands on her hips, pushing into her pumps.
"I thought I was taking control." Sara panted, dazed, already feeling herself being pushed into another strong orgasm.
"I can…"
"Don't you dare." She cut off feeling him starting to ease, her hand reaching for his, pressing it against her breast. She leaned forward, catching his lips as their pace turned frantic. It wasn't long before they climaxed, their cries of pleasure muffled by lips and tongues.
Minutes passed as they settled back to earth. When Greg made a move to get up, Sara immediately tightened her arms around him. "You're not going anywhere."
Chuckling, he pulled her into a soft kiss, his hand easing hers from his side. "I'm not. I'll be right back."
Laying back, dazed by the turn of events, she nearly jumped out of her skin feeling a warm cloth between her legs. "Whoa."
"Sorry… had to clean up the mess we made." He smiled smartly, finishing cleaning her up before dropping it on the bathroom counter. Walking back into the room, he settled against her pillow waiting for her to move up. "Well, you coming up here? Or do I have to coax your naked butt up here?"
Giggling at his mock growl, Sara crawled her way back up the bed, her gap-toothed grin clear as she settled in his arms, her hand on his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"Are we going for round three or…" Greg snickered between kisses his arms pulling her closer, her leg moving between his.
"No, I just want to kiss those beautiful lips." She moaned snaking her tongue between his lips to deepen their kiss.
They kissed for what felt like eons before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Read and Review…. I have only recently within the last few years started writing smutty parts in stories, so if its bad I'm sorry, I did my best.