Chapter 7: Get Lucky
"Want to grab a drink?" Sean asked, flashing a mischievous smile as Sarah opened the door. She arched a curious eyebrow at him.
"What's up?" she inquired, arms crossed.
"Nothing! It's Friday night, just felt like getting out," he replied, entering her quarters with the ease of someone accustomed to being there. Helping himself to some water from her mini-fridge, he lounged on the couch as if it were his own. Sarah smirked at his nonchalant demeanor.
"What?" he asked innocently, and she simply nodded.
"I thought we were going to watch another movie?" Sarah settled next to him, taking a sip from his bottle of water.
"We've been watching a lot of movies lately. I want to do something different," Sean explained.
"I don't know..." Sarah hesitated, feeling uneasy about the idea. Sean raised an eyebrow, prompting her to elaborate. She sighed.
"It... it just feels weird," she struggled to explain.
"Why?" he pressed.
"Because... people give me strange looks, and I always feel like I'm doing something wrong," Sarah admitted, her discomfort evident. Sean studied her for a moment. Though she wasn't saying much verbally, her body language spoke volumes.
"You'll be with me," he reassured, offering her a smile. Sarah glanced at him and sighed, resigned.
"I promise it'll be fun," he added, though she smirked skeptically.
"Are you sure you don't just want me there to drag your drunken body back?" she teased. Sean looked offended.
"You're my girlfriend, not my wingman," he retorted, rolling his eyes. Sarah's heart fluttered at his words. It was the first time he'd referred to her that way since they started dating almost two months ago.
Their relationship had been smooth sailing so far, mostly spent hanging out innocently. They were rediscovering their friendship, and Sarah found it surprisingly easy to pick up where they'd left off. Affectionate words and physical contact had been minimal, which made Sarah feel more at ease. Sean had also realized that he was capable of having a relationship without immediately diving into physical expressions.
"I guess I need to change," she remarked, glancing down at her pajamas. Sean grinned.
"Anything you want," he replied charmingly. She laughed and surveyed the mess of clothes around them.
"Want to help me find something?" she asked playfully. Sean rolled his eyes but stood up.
"I'll help you sort this mess, but not tonight," he grumbled, gathering up piles of clothes. She grinned like a child.
"What about this?" he suggested, holding up a short black dress, quite sexy.
"Not that one," she replied firmly, tossing it aside.
"Why not? It's perfect for a Friday night!" he protested, incredulous. She sighed, giving in.
"I wore that on my last birthday," Sarah explained sadly, avoiding his gaze. It took a moment for Sean to register the significance. The bar, everyone celebrating her, him sulking in a corner with another woman, Sarah's crestfallen expression. He knew he had hurt her, and yet he had done it anyway. Damn it.
"Oh..." he murmured, at a loss for words.
"It's okay, I'll wear this instead," she said, grabbing jeans and a t-shirt before disappearing into the bathroom. Sean slumped on the couch, holding his head in his hands. He truly was an idiot.
They entered the officer's lounge in silence, finding it unusually crowded. Sarah's nerves were on edge as she scanned the room, realizing none of their friends were present to ease her discomfort. A knot formed in her stomach. Sean led her to the bar, as there were no available tables.
Sean ordered a couple of drinks and placed a shot in front of her.
"To the bottom, all at once," he instructed her. They grabbed their small glasses and downed the liquid quickly. Sarah grimaced.
"Burning!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. Sean smirked.
"That's the idea!" he said, winking at her. She managed a small smile in response.
Sarah remained quiet and tense, observing the people around her. A couple of young female officers caught her attention, whispering and stealing glances in their direction. Annoyance flickered across her face.
"What's up?" Sean asked, noticing her expression.
"Nothing," she replied curtly.
"Come on, share!" he insisted, ordering another round of drinks.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Sarah quipped, raising an eyebrow. Sean laughed.
"I just want you to relax a little," he admitted.
"It's always the same," Sarah lamented, taking the fresh drink. "People give me strange looks and talk behind my back. I hate it, it makes me feel like I have a target on my forehead."
"It's not easy for us," he said, fixing his hair. Sarah rolled her eyes at him, feeling the liquid warming her inside.
"You don't have any problems," she replied.
"Because I don't care what people say about me."
"I don't have that luxury," Sarah said sadly.
"Why? Because you are both admiral's daughters?" She nodded. He smirked.
"I can't make mistakes. Everything I do is reflected in them. I don't want to give them more things to worry about," she said seriously.
"Although what you do is admirable, you are limiting yourself too much. How are you going to know what you want, or who you are if you are constantly holding yourself back?" Sean asked back.
"I don't know. I don't know who I am most of the time," she admitted, grabbing some peanuts.
"That's not fair! and I am absolutely sure Lisa and Rick wouldn't want you to do that," he said. She shrugged.
"Have you ever considered that people looked at you because they envy you?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow. She laughed aloud.
"Envy of what?" she said bitterly. Sean watched her incredulously.
"A natural talent pilot, a fair officer, intelligent, an amazing strategist, strong, funny, considerate of others, empathetic, caring, beautiful, and many other things."
Sarah was speechless and a little embarrassed. Sean enjoyed these little moments when he made her feel like that. He grabbed her hand over the table. They stood there for a little while.
"I have a question… " said Sarah suddenly. The alcohol in her body began to affect her.
"Sure."
"What do you do when you want to hook up with a woman?" she asked directly. Sean was almost choked with the peanuts.
"It depends. Why do you want to know?" He asked while cleaning his chin with a napkin.
"I wonder what is so special that you always get the girl?" Sarah asked, really curious.
Sean smiled to himself, feeling a little uneasy. "I don't have a technique. I just do my thing," he answered, evading the topic a bit. She was a little disappointed.
"Why?" he asked again. She shrugged.
"Curiosity, I guess. I don't know how that feels," she admitted, a little sad.
Sean realized the meaning of her words. Surely over the years she had seen him flirting with women, getting their attention. His heart tightened a little imagining what she must have felt. For a second, he imagined the situation the other way around, with him being the one who saw her with someone else, and without a doubt, it would have been devastating.
"You really want to know?" he asked, closing the space between them. Sarah was taken aback a little and almost fell from the chair, but he caught her. The bar was filled with people, loud music, but all Sarah could hear was her heart going crazy and Sean looking at her with such intensity.
"Yes, but I should not…" she said, but he closed her lips with his fingers tenderly.
"Forget where you are," he suggested and smiled sexily at her.
"I guess if I was trying to get your full attention, I would ask what do you like to do and watch your beautiful lips move," and Sean touched them softly. Sarah held her breath.
"Then, I would comment on how beautiful your eyes are, like a clear sky in summer. But I know when you get angry or something else…" and he grinned at her "turned darker, like an icy sea."
Sarah was lost in his gaze. He touched her face and felt all her senses focus just on him.
"Then I would probably get close to your ear," said Sean, doing as said. Sarah shuddered feeling his breath close to her neck. She closed her eyes. "And murmured how turned on I am just looking at you like this," he said softly, smelling that sensitive point between her ear and her neck. Sarah couldn't stop a moan that escaped her. Sean smiled triumphantly.
"Then I would tell you what I would like to do to you," he added surreptitiously, softly kissing her neck, feeling her goosebumps. "I would tell you how your body drives me crazy. But I know you, you would not believe me, so I would have to prove it to you inch by inch."
By now, Sean was holding her shamelessly close, not caring about anything else in the world. Sarah felt burning inside and outside. Unable to do anything else but to feel Sean's hands over her. She opened her eyes and watched him intensely. He smirked.
"There is the deep ocean," he said softly, fascinated how her gaze changed when she was aroused. Sarah bit her lower lip, mesmerized by his mouth. Sean touched her nose with his own, extremely close. Sarah parted her lips guided by instinct.
"But you are not like any other woman I have ever known," he murmured mouth to mouth. "Everything else from this point is as new for me as for you," and finally kissed her.
The world was spinning out of control for Sarah. There was not a single thought in her head at the moment. All her body and soul connected to Sean who devoured her mouth with desire stored for months. Without knowing how, her arms held him around the neck, securing herself against him.
They kissed wildly, exploring each other's mouths until they ran out of air.
Breathing hard, Sean rested his forehead on hers. Sarah was now holding herself, grabbing his arms.
Slowly the world around them came back. The chats, laughs, and music surrounded them, like the smell of liquor, perspiration, and enclosure. When their breathing calmed down, Sarah looked at him amazed.
"No wonder you always got the girl…" she murmured innocently. Sean laughed.
"But now I got the only one I really wanted," he added tenderly. Sarah smiled sweetly at him.
"You want to come in?" asked Sarah nervously when they arrived at her door.
"You want me to?" he asked back, seductively, and Sarah turned all kinds of red, not knowing what to say.
"Yes," he answered close to her ear. She shivered from head to toe and opened the door.
Somehow, her quarters felt different. They had been together in her room almost every day for the past two months hanging out, but now it felt different. Sarah turned on the lights, but Sean turned them off and closed the door behind him slowly.
Barely breathing, Sarah felt goosebumps when Sean got behind her and touched her arms. This is it, she thought, terrified. Sean laughed softly, feeling her nervousness, and slowly came close to her neck and kissed her there. Sarah jumped a little.
"It's ok," Sean whispered against her skin, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he assured her, softly kissing the tender skin under her ear. She moaned again. Sean smiled to himself; he found a special point.
"I don't know…" she whispered, leaning on him, giving him better access to her neck. He smiled against her skin, and she felt it. Damn him and his mouth.
"We don't need to go all the way, not yet," he murmured, tasting and biting her softly. Sarah shuddered.
"No?" she asked, closing her eyes, concentrating on the way his tongue left traces on her neck.
"No," he answered, turning her around and kissing her passionately. Even though the room was dark, they could distinguish their silhouettes. Sean broke the kiss and softly guided her to the bed.
Sarah was nervous and excited at the same time. She couldn't process what he meant.
Sean sat on the bed, and she was standing in front of him, not knowing what to do. He held her close and embraced her middle, resting his head on her stomach. Her arms embraced his head tenderly. Softly, he raised her shirt and kissed her tummy and belly button. At first, it felt ticklish, and Sarah giggled and had to fight the reflex to move away, but after a few minutes, the sensation changed, and she was not in the mood to laugh anymore. Everything felt on fire around her.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, touching the edge of her jeans.
"Yes," she whispered. Sean smiled and slowly helped her get them off and lie her down in bed. Feeling this way, somehow exposed, Sarah got worried again and tensed. Sean laid next to her, touching her face, calming her down.
"I am sorry," she murmured, feeling that she ruined the mood.
"Nothing to feel sorry about," he said tenderly. "There is a lot we can play around with," and kissed her cheek softly. Sarah closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Sean kissed her jawline so slowly that it sent shivers through her spine.
"Ear or mouth? Where to go?" he asked aloud to himself and licked his lips. Sarah moaned again, and Sean took that as a hint and kissed her deeply.
"So, this is making out," Sean explained, smirking, when they needed air. She would have snapped back at him for his condescending comment, if she could have even breathed.
"I can teach you a couple more things If you want," he said, kissing her neck and slowly going down her body. Sarah was incapable of thinking anything. She was dough in his hands.
"Do you want to?" asked Sean when he reached her navel and stopped there for her answer.
Sarah nodded, and Sean smirked again, kissing her skin. "I will need a verbal response, please," he teased mercilessly.
"Yes... " she barely pronounced it with a raspy voice. Sean smiled devilishly and decided that he wanted to hear that voice for the rest of his life.
Sean watched Sarah sleep next to him, totally exhausted. At some point, he turned on a table lamp because he needed to watch her expressions. And it was absolutely worth it. With all his experience, he never felt more satisfied with himself than watching the woman he loved transfigured in ecstasy for the first time in her life. He bit his lip. He knew her choice not to find a partner was because of the scars he caused her in the past and that would be a burden he will have to carry for the rest of his life, but knowing that he could be his first and hopefully, last one, filled him entirely.
He put her hair behind her ear, and she snorted. She was really out! he thought and laughed in silence. Suddenly he realized he had the chance to do one thing right for her. He could prepare their first time in a special way, making it really memorable for them both. The idea excited him. Sex had been something so materialistic for him that he never realized the deep intimacy it also provided. Sean watched her tenderly and smiled ashamed, because the cliche line about "having sex" and "making love" was indeed, true. He turned off the light and held her close to him, smiling, thinking how embarrassed she would be in the morning.
