Author: DearSweetPapercut PM
Jealousy. Seduction. Realisation.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 7,986 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-10-12 - Published: 09-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8566717
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An act or instance of seducing; especially sexually
A means of seducing; enticement; temptation
Sara was not going to have sex with Greg Sanders.
It was almost a given fact.
It didn't matter that their booking had been messed up and they were sharing a hotel room with one bed. The fact that he was walking across the room with nothing but a towel around his waist, water dripping down the plains of his back, his muscles flexing as grabbed something from the top shelf of the wardrobe was doing nothing for her.
She caught her own reflection in the mirror across from the bed where she was perched the lie she had told herself being quickly disproved.
"Are you okay?" Greg asked her, turning to her face her with a concerned expression, noticing the way she had been silently staring off into the distance. He moved towards her sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm fine..." She smiled at him. "I could use a shower though..." Sara quickly clambered off the bed attempting to push aside the thoughts that were floating about at the forefront of her mind. Quickly undressing she climbed into the shower turning the water on hoping to wash away the lust that coated her skin.
The sound of the door opening was followed by Greg's footsteps as he crept towards the counter stopping Sara in her tracks.
"I'm sorry...I forgot my watch...I'll go" He said shyly his eyes focused on the floor.
"It's okay..." Sara found herself replying the words being forced from her throat as she realised that the only thing between them was a sheet of tinted glass.
"It's an awesome shower huh?" Greg asked leaning back against the counter attempting to stop his eyes from staring at Sara's form.
"It's not bad" Sara replied attempting to keep her voice sounding casual.
"I got one of those power showers fitted; you know the ones with a million functions? Best thing I ever done." He informed her.
"The best thing you've ever done- are you sure?" She relaxed realising that despite all the thoughts and fantasies that had been running through her mind- he was still Greg- he was still her best friend, the person she could count on.
"Well best thing I've ever done so far." He could easily see the outline of her body as she scrubbed her skin, the details blurred by the flimsy barrier between them. Greg couldn't help but watch as she rested her foot against the space by the tap her hands smoothing over her skin leaning forwards.
"I see...any plans to do anything... better?" Sara asked switching legs.
"Depends what I'm offered... it's a really good shower" He shrugged smiling to himself.
"There must be something you've been ...wanting... more than a shower Greg." Sara gave a throaty laugh that made him shift on his feet.
"Yeah well we all want something we can't have." He shrugged attempting to let the part of his mind that still had self control be vocal.
"That's true... Sometimes we want the same thing as someone else... but we don't know to say..." The subtext to their conversation had not gone unnoticed by Sara.
"...Or we know it's wrong" Greg added.
"Could you pass me my towel?" Sara asked changing the subject realising they were tittering on the edge of exposure- their words meaning far more than they were willing to admit. He picked up the towel off the railing moving towards the glass taking a deep breath noticing how her form became so much clearer as he got closer.
Sara reached out taking it from him, quickly wrapping it around herself as she climbed out of the bath tub their eyes meeting as the weight of their situation sunk in for them both.
"Are you going to leave me to get dressed...or are you trying to see me naked?" She smirked attempting to get their comfortable atmosphere back.
Sara stepped out of the bathroom running her fingers through her damp hair finding Greg sitting on the end of the bed his eyes focused intently on his phone.
"Anything interesting?" She asked moving towards him slowly.
"Not really...Just Morgan telling me about her dad's date with Mrs Hodges" Greg smiled lazily at Sara.
"Oh...How odd" She tried to hide her annoyance turning to the mirror running a comb through her hair. He approached her- his hands smoothing over her shirt sending shivers down her spine.
"Buttons" Greg explained indicating to the buttons that had been done up wrong on her top.
"Oh...can you fix them? I need to do my hair" Sara met his eye carefully watching as he nodded at the request.
"Sure" Greg began at the top unbuttoning the shirt slowly, his finger tips brushing against Sara's soft skin, each touch delicate and feather like. He started doing the shirt back up from the bottom his eyes focusing on the task.
"There you go..." He took a step back smiling at his own work.
They headed down to the orientation, rolling their eyes as the couples there. Greg reached out intertwining his fingers with Sara's pulling her towards the direction of one of the booths.
"Boxing?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"I think you'd enjoy it..." Greg smiled.
"Are you not worried I'll show you up?" Sara laughed only just realising that they were still holding hands but instead of pulling away like she should have done she tightened her grip.
"Not a chance..." He shook his head.
"Okay..." Sara turned to the women behind the table. "...It's Mr and Mrs Sanders..."
"Ok couples!" began the over perky instructor "there's 4 bases, choose one and we'll alternate after 10 minutes"
Soon Sara stood in the corner of the gym watching ridiculously happy couples spar playfully with each other unable to keep the resentment from her expression. Greg approached her with an armful of gloves and wraps, dumping them on the floor at her feet.
"Ok then Rocky, let's see what you got" he teased, rolling out the long grey wrap and gesturing for her to approach him.
Sara took a deep breath before stepping across the mat and standing before him. Gently Greg took her hand into his, placing the rough material on her palm and beginning to wind it around her hand and wrist. She unashamedly kept her eyes trained on his, the stolen glances he sent her way not going by unnoticed.
"Ready?" she smirked when her hands were suitably wrapped and he had a firm hold of the punching bag.
Greg nodded, steeling himself for impact as she bounced from one foot to the other on the soft blue mat.
"Are you sure? I'm not going to go easy on you Sanders..." she beamed at him, her whole face lighting up with amusement as she continued to tease him.
"Give me your best shot Mrs Sanders" he countered with a small mocking nod.
Sara narrowed her eyes and shot him her infamous half smirk before throwing all her weight into the punching bag, barely making him draw breath. Frustration welled up inside her as she realised he was stronger than she thought. It did nothing to quash the sexual tension running through her blood stream. His eyes cast over her, the darkened pupils speaking volumes that his voice never would. A light sheen of sweat settled over her skin as she continued to throw all her frustrations at the bag. Exhausted, she threw herself against it. Her hands folding around it, her face inches from his, her breathing heavy as it disappeared into the air.
"You give in?" he whispered, moving his face close to hers and looking directly into her eyes.
"Never" she whispered, mirroring his subtle smile. She could feel her heart pounding against the bag, the temptation to close the space between them almost unbearable.
"Ok couples! Next base!" came the instructor's voice, shattering the illusion of privacy they had created; awakening them to realities of boot camp.
Sara collapsed on the bed exhausted watching as Greg carefully pushed the door closed his eyes wandering to her stretched out form, washing over her from head to toe, gritting his teeth slightly. He moved to sit on the chair on the other side of the room pulling his shoes and jacket off.
"My neck hurts Greg..." She pointed out her eye focused on the ceiling. "My neck hurts a lot."
"I'll give you a neck rub...if you want..." Greg offered with a small smile. Sara pulled herself up, returning his shy look and nodded, taking her shoes off she slid to the end of the bed leaving Greg plenty of room to move behind her.
Anticipation filled her system as she waited for Greg's touch- his fingers curled around her neck, his thumbs gently working on the knot that had appeared at the base.
"This type of massage is called 'Amma'- it's about the importance of rhythm, pacing...and precision..." He muttered to Sara his words sending electric shocks through her body. His hands slid down to her shoulders continuing the same motions there.
"How does it feel?" He whispered to her, his breath tickling the back of her neck, his warmth radiating against her skin.
"Amazing..." Sara leant her head back, Greg's lips brushing against her shoulder as she did so. Instead of moving away like he'd intended he moved his lips to her neck, kissing her softly his hands on her hips.
"Make love to me" The words came out in a breathlessly rush, Sara's hands covering Greg's. She turned to face him the honesty and longing clear in her eyes as she kissed him slowly.
The heat from his body surrounded her, all of a sudden she was lost in the moment, swimming against the tide as his lips closed on hers once more, consumed by lust and passion she realised the only thing she could do now was surrender.
Sara moved forwards straddling Greg, placing herself comfortably in his lap providing him with the reigns of control. His hands slowly slid up pushing her shirt up her torso, their lips breaking apart only to remove the item from the way. He threw it aside not wasting any time discovering her body his hands dancing tracing patterns on the small of her back as he kissed the swell of her breasts in turn. Her fingers tangled through his hair bringing her body closer to his lips silently pleading with him to continue because it had been so long since she had felt this alive- this free.
"Are you sure?" Greg stopped looking up at her, his brown eyes shining in the dim light. Sara kissed him again pulling back suddenly running her tongue over her lips.
"Yes" She nodded removing her bra, her hands in his hair again pulling him towards her breasts letting Greg lavish them as she breathlessly rocked her hips against him. He captured her mouth again flipping her onto her back his hands firmly on her waist.
Sara tugged at his t-shirt helping him pull it over his head, drinking in the sight of his toned chests and broad shoulders. She met his eye smirking drawing her hands slowly across his chest slowly letting them slide down one hand disappeared past the waist band of his trousers. Sara's eyes darted back up to meet Greg's as her drunken contemplations being proved true she gasped slightly at the feel of him in her hands.
He moved her hand out of the way pinning it aside focusing on her body as the sound of her erratic breathing steadily engulfed the room. Slithering down her body, Greg peeled away her trousers and panties in on sweeping motion. Leaving her laying before him completely naked; a blush crept onto Sara's cheeks as she turned away from him.
"Hey...are you okay? Do you want to stop?" Greg whispered pulling himself up parallel to her.
"No...No I don't..." She muttered looking up at him quickly before letting her gaze fall away from his concerned expression. "I guess I'm a little scared..."
"Of what?" He replied quietly brushing her hair out of her face, stroking her cheek gently.
"That it won't be what you were expecting...all you thought it would be..." She met his eye shyly out of embarrassment.
"It will... The only thing I thought...expected... was for it to be you..." Greg spoke honestly, looking into her eyes with everything he could muster. Sara opened her mouth to say something but he silenced her with a kiss. Greg leant forwards whispering in her ear. "You're more beautiful than I imagined"
Butterflies settled in Sara's stomach as she relaxed letting her body fall back against the mattress, attempting to let go and enjoy the sensations Greg was gifting her. He traced kisses from her neck down to her stomach looking up for approval before dipping lower.
He nudged her thighs apart his tongue making contact with her clit a groan escaping her lips as she tilted her hips towards him. Greg built up a rhythm his hands gently massaging her thighs as he did so. Sara came in a rush of heat, a small scream escaping her lips as her muscles contracted.
"I need you" The words came out in a growl as she pulled at Greg's hair, impatiently waiting for him to be eye to eye with her again. She pulled him down for a kiss devouring his lips wrapping her legs around his waist. She pushed at his shoulders until he was lying on his back helping him remove his trousers and boxers as she did so.
Sara straddled him using her hand slide him into her moist heat the feeling overwhelming her, her breath catching in her chest as her body adjusted to him. Greg thought he was about to lose control from just being inside of her looking up at her in amazement. She started up a rhythm, lifting herself up to the point he thought he was going to fall out to taking him in whole. He placed his hands on her hips, helping her movements dragging them both closer to the edge.
Her body slowly tightened her orgasm coiling in her lower abdomen crashing over her in waves of pleasure as she slowed eventually coming to a sweet deliberate halt as the tension evaporated from his body.
Sara lay down in the space beside him- he reached out his hands- his fingers tangling with hers. They both breathlessly watched the ceiling their bodies throbbing from their love making as they slowly recovered.
"I love you" The words had escaped Greg's lips before he could take them back.
Sara turned to face him placing a feather kiss on his lips, resting her head on his chest listening to the sound of his heart beat not a word leaving her mouth.