Love Me Like You Do

..:: Twenty-Four ::..

Descriptive Sexual Scenes

"Sweet Jesus!"

"I'm the Michael Jordan of super soaker fights, girl!"

Sarah huffed and shook the water from her hair, breaking into a run behind Michael as he took off with a burst of laughter and energy. Good Lord, was this man fast! She attempted to fire a shot of water, but only to miss by mere centimeters.

"God, Michael!"

He laughed and dodged once again as he ran towards the pool to refill his gun. With an energy no one could match he once again fired another shot toward Sarah, busting into fits of high pitched laughter. "Come on, I bet you can do better than that"

Laughter echoed through the warm autumn air, luckily for the pair the weather had taken a turn for the better as to have a water fight, at Michael's insistence, of course. But little did he know Sarah wasn't one to turn down a challenge. Which awakened his inner child all the more.

Another shot– and another miss, which was returned by Michael.

"Oh, you!" Sarah laughed as they began to run round and round by the pool.

Michael smiled and continued to run, still completely dry without a drop of water on him. Eyes sparkling in the early afternoon light, which only brightened the smile upon his lips. He was in absolute bliss, feelings he thought for sure would never return quickly rushing back.

Stopping on a dime, he came to an about face, a mischievous look now replacing the glimmer in his eyes. Sarah managed to stop and meet Michael's gaze, taking deep gasps of air.

For a long moment they gazed deep into each other's eyes, quiet save for the rapid intakes of breath.

Slowly, Michael walked towards her, hips swaying seductively, eyes turning dark. Curling a finger into a come hither motion. He smiled at her visible tremble, biting his lip in response.

"C'mere, baby," Michael whispered, continuing his advances.

Sarah swallowed hard, "And if I don't?"

Michael closed the gap, setting his hands upon her hips, grasping them teasingly, tugging at the denim covering her skin. "Hmm, I don't know. What do you think?"

"Michael–"

Lips met in a passionate embrace, Michael's fingers tracing intricate patterns along Sarah's hips, continuing to tug at the waistband. After a long and heated moment he pulled back, staring down into her half lidded gaze.

Only to shove her straight into the pool.

A sharp gasp tore from Sarah's lips as her body was met with the cool waters. "Michael!"

His laughter rang all around them, Michael threw his head back unable to control it. The way his eyes were closed tight as he continued to laugh was an absolute joy to behold.

And the perfect opportunity for Sarah. A smirk formed upon her lips as she grabbed the super soaker at his feet and began to fire unmercilessly at Michael.

"Ahhh!" Michael squealed, attempting to block the shots with his hands. "No fair! I never lose super soaker fights!"

Sarah began to laugh, still firing rapid streams of water at him. "Well, first time for everything!"

Michael smirked and dove into the pool, soon disappearing under the water and out of Sarah's view. The air became strangely quiet, and it worried her for a moment, especially when he didn't surface.

"Michael?" She called out, eyes searching for any sign of him.

Slowly and carefully he rose up from the water behind her, not once making a sound, slowly bringing Sarah back against his chest. Michael chuckled at her gasp and pressed lazy kisses upon the back of her neck.