Life, Love & The Forbidden

Sleep Over

The movie was boring as it flashed and flickered across their faces in the dark of Michael's lounge. Neither him nor Sara had paid any attention to it, more than focusing all of their attention on what the other was doing. Michael and Sara sat squeezed onto one seat, wrapped lovingly together like parcels in ribbon. Sara rested her tired head to Michael's chest and laid her hand arm across his stomach while he pulled her closer with a strong arm around her shoulders.

Sara's father had gone out of town and for once Sara had been allowed to stay out. Amazingly, on her father's orders, Michael was her guardian for the weekend. Frank had warned him about the perils of fatherhood, should he try anything with Sara, but Frank had faith Sara was no idiot. She was too smart to rush into anything that could jeopardise the rest of her life and was well aware it only too one time to be ruined.

Michael's hand held up his head sideways, his elbow the barring point of all the weight, sinking into the couch arm. His other hand snaked under the back of Sara's shirt and he rested soft, warm fingertips to the small of her back. Immediately he felt Sara's skin jolt alive, her tiny downy hair prickling upwards, craving more attention. Sara smiled and wiggled gently when his hand tickled her.

"Stop it!" she squeaked against his chest, twisting her body to avoid his hand. Michael let out a small laugh, which rumbled through Sara as she lay on his chest. Her head bobbed up and down as his chest rose and fell, taking in his hypnotic heartbeat that pounded in his chest. Michael's hand pulled back from her sides and rested on her hip, his large palm covering most of it as they resumed their gaze on the movie.

"Did you go to prom?" Sara blurted during a silent bit in the movie. Michael cocked his head at her question.

"Of course," he said and Sara immediately felt a pang of jealousy. "Everyone goes to prom," he told her as he ran his hand lazily over her hip.

"Do you want to go again?" She asked nervously, tilting her head to look into his eyes. Michael looked into her pleading stare, his mind contemplating the possibility of a springtime high school dance where Sara arrived on his arm and they had their first slow dance.

"Sure," he agreed and she sighed a relieved breath. "I'll take you to prom," he promised with a smile. Sara smiled back and kissed him quickly before returning her gaze to the TV screen. The characters in the movie were poorly portrayed and it was turning out to be a long-winded charade that Sara found incredibly boring. It was nearly 1 AM and her eyelids began to close.

Sara shifted her position, trying desperately to keep herself awake. Her eyelids felt abnormally heavy and she twitched each time she felt her head sliding down Michael's body as she fell deeper under sleep's spell. Michael pressed his knees together as Sara moved to rest her head on his lap, her body shuffling sideways to stretch out on his comfortable coach.

"Tired?" Michael asked her in a soft tone, his hand stroking her silky soft hair as it spilled across his lap. Sara's hand rested lightly on his knee in front of her face and she murmured an agreeing answer with a slow nod. Her eyes fell closed once more, the sound of the movie faded away.

Michael studied her peaceful presence, her angelic figure and the way she took long breaths accompanied by a soft snoring sound. The corner of his mouth turned upwards and he brushed his knuckled down her smooth cheek. "I could sleep if you stopped molesting me," she groaned sleepily, her eyes staying firmly closed.

Michael's smile broadened and he leant forward to rest his lips next to her ear. "I could stop if you weren't so absolutely beautiful," he breathed playfully. Sara's body tingled as his warm breath condensed on her ear lobe and neck and her eyebrow twitched as her eyes pretended to open.