Life, Love & The Forbidden

Two weeks Later (Pt. 1)

"I don't feel comfortable sneaking around," Michael said with effort as he climbed in Sara's bedroom window. His casual jeans were a dark blue in colour, a fashionable rip above the knee exposing his skin and allowing dark hairs to be seen. They popped from the tear as the fabric tightened over his knee as he swung his leg over the frame.

"Well you can't come in the front door," she giggled at his posture, half in and half out, a tattered jean leg caught on the tree outside. He pulled gently so as not to disturb anyone outside and draw attention to his situation. "Mia will see you and tell dad," she finished still humoured by his attempt to get in at all. He tumbled onto the soft carpet causing a floorboard to creek and her bedside lamp to shake.

"Mia?" he quizzed from his heap on the floor. Sara heard heels clicking on the marbled lobby flooring and rushed to his side, pressing her thin, smooth finger to his lips. He stopped his erratic breathing and held his breath, his eyes flying to the door. Sara was also frozen to the spot, her eyes wide and her ears straining to hear any more movement from downstairs.

After a second the heels stopped and Sara's body tingling fear as a silence echoed through the mansion. Michael's eyes darted to her tense body as he gently pulled her hand from his face. "Mia?" he repeated in a faint whisper, barely audible.

"Shh!" Sara told him, as she crawled across the floor, pressing her ear to the door. Michael smiled at her antics before crawling after her, his movements silent on the luxuriously thick carpet. He knelt behind her and pressed his ear to the door too, not really knowing what he was listening for but finding the whole experience funny. Sara let out a sigh of relief when the clicking heels resumed and faded off into the kitchen.

She relaxed and her body bumped into Michael's as she fell backwards. His hands instinctively came up to catch her and she jumped at the contact, falling back against him with laughter. Her auburn locks spilled across his chest and stomach and her face was scrunched up with laughter. "That was close," she smiled upside down at him.

"The maid," he guessed brushing a strand of hair from her face and helping it fall from her brow. Sara's eyes closed as he touched her. Even though the contact was barely anything it excited every fibre of her being and she nuzzled into his hand as it came to rest beside her face on his lap.

"She's the Devil," Sara nodded, her eyes meeting his. Even though she was looking up at him and he was upside down he was gorgeous. His features were still perfect when reversed and she could still tell his smile was meant for her, even if it did resemble a frown from where she was.

"I have to ask," he started as she sat up and shuffled sideways to sit facing him. One of her hands melted into the soft carpet on one side of his hip while the other poked his skin through the rip in his jeans. "Have you done this many times before?" he smirked at her lightly taking her wrist in his large hands and running smooth finger tip up and down her forearm.

Sara huffed a laugh through her nose while her closed mouth formed a wide grin. "Not with any guys," she looked up at him, her mouth falling open slightly, her kissable lips moist and begging for attention. "Until now," she bit her bottom lip playfully, her wide doe eyes rolling up to meet his as she lowered her head.

"Okay," Michael simply stared at her with a smile. Something egotistical deep inside of him paraded the fact that he was a milestone in her life. He reached his other hand up to cup her cheek before leaning down to capture her open mouth in a kiss. Sara moaned into his mouth and she pulled her arm from his grasp, reaching up to pull his face closer to hers.

With nothing to support her now she fell across his lap, Michael's body jump starting to life at the feel of her on his body. He followed her head down as she fell, smiling against her lips as she rolled over slightly so she was half on the floor and half on his lap. Sideways kissing wasn't the best, but they clumsily made the best of it, young tongues licking and tasting each other with satisfying earnest.

Sara broke the kiss and licks her lips subtly, watching as his eyes fluttered open. "Welcome back," she teased with a smile, tracing a finger across his face and down to the corner of his mouth.

"Hmmm," he reached up and took her hand in his, squashing them both to his cheek as his eyes pinched closed again. His legs shifted under her and she sat up, sitting back on her heels, bare feet sinking into the high quality cream carpet.

"Are you ok?" she asked worried when his eyes remained closed. "Did your leg fall asleep or something?" she placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing gently. Michael's hand shot out to stop her and his eyes flicked open to meet hers.

"Not exactly," he grinned, a little breathless with arousal. Sara blushed and nervously tucked a hair behind her ear before pushing herself to her feet and making her way to her laptop sitting on the desk. Michael watched her go and shut his eyes tight, blocking out her image and thinking of other stimuli. Like chairs and boats.

Sara opened the laptop and a page of writing popped up. Michael got up and crept across the floor, careful not to make any sound that might raise suspicion to him being there. He rested two heavy hands on the back of her chair and leant down to whisper in her ear. "What's that?" he asked, nestling his face into her hair and planting a kiss to her neck just below her earlobe.

Sara's entire body shuddered as all her hair stood to attention, begging to be caressed. Her eyes flickered closed and she crooked her neck towards his lips, briefly stopping her quick typing as her mind was stolen from her conscious body by his tiny butterfly kisses. Her jaw became heavy and fell open and she tired to swallow.

"My cover story," she breathed, pulling his head closer to her neck as he sucked and licked at the skin there. It started to bruise under his attention and he stopped, much to Sara's dismay. He sniffed at her hair with a deep breath, filling his senses with her feminine scent.

"For what?" he was interrupted by the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel outside and a car door slamming shut. Sara jumped up from her seat and hurried to her window. Michael followed her and peered out the large clear pane over her shoulder.

"For that," she spun around and quickly grabbed his face her hand, kissing his roughly and messily. "My dad's home," she told him in a panic, her blood surging faster around her body as her heart raced in anticipation. They could get caught at any second. Michael seized her lips in another kiss, which they were both reluctant to break. She tasted like sugar in his mouth and he savoured every stroke with his muscular tongue.

Their lips were still locked as she backed him out the window, the old tree shaking under his weight. Sara tore his lips from hers and spun her head at the door as she heard her father's footsteps approaching, his expensively smart shoes fitting with metal soles that tapped on the cold, marble effect staircase. "Go," Sara brushed his lips one last time with a coy smile.

Michael slid down the tree and landed on the damp grass with a bump, losing his balance and toppling over. Barely touching the ground he sprang to his feet and sprinted across the large, well kept lawns of the grounds and down the driveway.