Love Me Like You Do

..:: Thirteen ::..

Michael stared deep into Sarah's eyes completely frozen in place. Never has he developed such an attraction in all his years on this earth. Truth be told, it had him frightened and worried that boundaries had been crossed.

"Look, I'm so–"

"No, it's really ok, Michael," Sarah whispered, her features perfectly illuminated by the soft candlelight.

Lifting his hand to cup her cheek, he swallowed hard as he pressed a kiss to her soft and warm mouth. Her lips felt like the purest and finest of silks, the sweetest of honey and wine.

And God was he intoxicated.

When she gasped softly in reaction a spark lit along the length of his spine. Oh, how he wanted to go farther, emotions in a struggle between taking it one step at a time or simply dive in without looking back.

Michael moaned and closed his eyes tight against the conflicting thoughts, as glimpses and flashes fill the back of his troubled mind.

How was it he had practically fallen head over heels like this? Especially after building such a fortress around his broken heart and soul?

Slowly and carefully he deepened the kiss, teasing with the tip of his tongue, groaning as she allowed him entrance. She tasted even sweeter this way, and Michael could feel a part of him he has long since tried to bury since he could remember. He struggled against his dominant side like a soldier on a battlefield. But this battlefield was far more intense, at least in his eyes.

Pulling back, he managed a smile, setting his forehead upon Sarah's. "I don't wanna scare you away. It's not everyday someone like you walks into my life."

A blush quickly spread across Sarah's cheekbones, and she smiled. "I can honestly say the same."

Pressing a fleeting kiss to her lips, Michael stood once more and made his way back to the window, leaning against the cool glass in an attempt to settle his thoughts down.

And a particular part of his anatomy. 

He felt embarrassed and hid best he could in the shadows. "I truly don't want to give you the wrong idea, Sarah."

"You never could, you have always been a source of positive light in my life."

Turning his head, Michael's face softened. "Really? Even after all that's been said about me?"

"It never mattered or changed anything, Michael."

Sarah stood and shyly made her way to his side, gazing up into Michael's beautiful doe like eyes. They held so much pain, so much uncertainty about life. It broke her heart seeing it in person versus television or photographs.

Reaching up, she cradles his face in her hands, stroking the tears away as they once more begin to fall.

Within moments, Michael pulls her into his arms, swiftly pressing their bodies together in a heated and passionate embrace.

"Michael," she gasped against his lips as they crashed into hers.

His hands pinned her against the wall, as the dominant side of him began to take over. A raging wildfire coursed through his veins, a roaring storm of passion.

He just had to have her.

"Sarah," he breathed, tugging her head back by the ponytail at the base of her neck. Pulling the tie away from her locks, Michael ran his fingers through the silken strands. 

Lifting her legs up and about his waist, Michael fully pressed Sarah against the wall, taking great care not to crush her despite the dominance struggling to break free of his hold deep inside his heart.

An audible gasp tears past her lips, heart beating erratically within the confines of her ribs like a caged bird struggling to be free. Her body flushed and trembled under Michael's wandering touch, feeling so incredibly small within his large yet tender hands.

Michael let out a ragged sigh, the struggle clearly evident in his movements. His hands cradled her waist and her thighs, holding her against the wall as they continued to kiss as if their lives depended on it.

Her hands moved to caress Michael's dark ebony locks, taking great care not to disturb the long since healed burn scars along his scalp. She knew about the accident, heartbreaking as it was, yet showed Michael through a tender touch just how she felt.

A single tear made its way down his cheek at the action, not once had a woman taken enough time to do such things. This just had to be a dream.

Wrapping her within his strong arms, Michael guided them back to the bed, nearly collapsing under the passion blazing between them.

"Sarah," he breathed, lips trailing down the side of her neck. 

She gasped and clutched his strong shoulders, just before he pinned her hands back over her head. 

A smile formed upon Michael's lips as he licked a trail down her neck, carefully nipping at the delicate skin of her collarbone. Taking note of the reaction from her, he carefully kissed just above the v-line of the borrowed shirt.

"God, I can't get over how beautiful you are."

A deep flush spread from her cheeks to the swell of her breasts, which again made Michael smile. 

"Wait, Michael."

Pulling back, he gazed down into her shimmering orbs. "What's wrong?"

Sarah swallowed hard, her breathing suddenly picking up. An almost uncomfortable silence came between them.

"I-I've never done this before…"

His eyes widened, here he was advancing quickly and she was a virgin. Somehow he felt some regret and even embarrassment.

Sitting up on his forearms, he shifted his gaze to the side, focusing on the candles and the rain still pattering against the windowpane. He wasn't quite expecting any of this in all honesty, and knowing she was as pure as the dawn's light nearly crushed him. 

Michael didn't want to bring any unnecessary harm to her. Everyone's first time should be special, not rushed.

Unlike his first time.

A moment in time which forever haunted his thoughts.

With a wince of regret, Michael sits up. "I am so sorry, Sarah."

Sitting up, Sarah fidgeted in her lap shyly. "No, it's OK. I should be sorry for not being experienced enough."

"No," Michael shook his head, cupping her cheek. "There's nothing wrong waiting on the right one for you. Believe me when I say I understand more that you'll ever know."

Sarah tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Michael couldn't reply.