Michael meets our sweet Sara under different surcamstances.
WARNING: this story contains mature content,violence and mention of drug addiction,read at your own risk!
Veronica solves the mystery behind the conspiracy in the end of season 1.She isn't...
Just like every year on her birthday for the past three,the event was turned into some grand dinner with her father and some of his people that Sara didn't know attending.Dylan had a colleague or two and the number of women present there was very low.
That wasn't her problem though. Sara didn't want that type of shit.If it was up to her she could spent the day on the couch nursing a cup of water since she rarely drank nowadays.
So now as she entered her living room and all those people were there,chatting and drinking and eating,not even noticing her existence, the doc sighed quietly and went to the kitchen to take a water bottle for herself.
"Hey,Sara" Bruce smiled brightly as he entered the kitchen and went to hug her.Bruce had been more of a father to her when she was younger that Frank himself.Sara loved the old man dearly and the only thing that her father didn't do stupidly was to invite him as well.
"Hi" she said into his shoulder and closed her eyes for a second longer.All that noise was a bit too overwhelming.
"How's it feel to be 30?" He asked humorously when they parted.
"Just the same as it did when I was 29" she shrugged and took a sip from the cold water.
"I'm glad to see he's trying" Bruce nodded his head towards Frank who was on a fierce discussion with Dylan and some other men.
"He's,um.He is Frank.He won't change" she wished this wasn't true.Sara felt the sadness engulfing her and fuck no,she didn't want to be sad on her own god damn birthday even tho she didn't value the celebration itself.
The doorbell rung before Bruce could answer and Sara smiled at him apologetically and quickly went to open the door.
And her calm,her safe harbor,her favorite man stood on the other side. The moment she saw Michael,the doc wanted to throw herself in his arms and never let go, but the voices in the other room were a harsh reminder of the reality.
"I believe there's a birthday girl here" he said playfully as he stepped inside and gave her a big bouquet of bloody red roses in it.Then he pulled a small black box out of the pocket of his black slacks and wrapped it in her palm
"For you,love" he wsipered and licked his lips,a mischievous glint in his blue orbs.Both of them desired to touch and hug the other.To have that deep connection between them again
"You know you didn't have to,right" her expression was bashful as she stared at the small black box.Her heart was thumping in her chest and her previous bad mood was replaced with excitement.
"I want to,you know that" he said lowly and his eyes raked over her body.God,wasn't she just so fucking beautiful.This navy blue dress was made for her.It curved her body in all the right places and her heavenly bossom was pointed out a bit.
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Michael was salivating over her already and he knew this night wouldn't end without one of them orgasming.He knew who.
"Oh,and before you go in there,I have to warn you,my father's there and he's gonna shower you with his political shit.So don't get too bored okay?" Sara broke him out of his dirty thoughts and Michael smirked at her,nodding.
