Lucas walked up to her, lifting a hand, he trailed the tear marks on her face with his finger. "You should also be in control of your emotions." then he was gone, walking with fast long strides so that it took her time to realize he was no more standing in front of her.
"Lucas wait." She shouted in desperation as she struggled against her tears but he kept going, finally putting a check in her emotions, she ran up to meet him. “Lucas" She grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop as she ran ahead of him. "Lucas I'm sorry I swear it would never happen again, go ahead, punish me but please don't be angry with me."
Lucas drew at his hair in frustration. "You think this is about me being angry with you! Look Sara if you can't control your emotions outside the ring, would you be able to control them in the ring this -- whatever you think this is for your own good."
Sara swallowed hard as fresh tears started pouring. "Yeah, that's what he always says."
"What who says" Lucas asked but the girl in front of him could not make any coherent statement and her tears wrenched something deep inside of him.
"Him.. I don't know ... I .. Lucas I'm sorry, I'm really trying to stop crying I know I'm a .... I-"
Lucas could not bear to watch her cry anymore, he opened his arms and she flew into them, burying her little frame in his embrace as she let out the flood of her tears.
Lucas held her, through the bouts of crying, the hiccups and even when she was silent. He held her, feeling torn. He wanted to be let in, to know why she cried, to take care of the issue so that she would never need to cry again. Her heart wrenching sobs had torn him apart, the way each son made her slender shoulders shake. Each time she drew in a breath, she shivered. He was angry, angry at whatever situation she had had to face or was still facing. Angry at whatever had made her cry he but there was no one present to take the heat of his anger, no one -- just Sara.
"I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to do that." Sara said finally, stepping out of his embrace. "Let go of all those stored in tears all over you." She continued nervously when he didn't answer. "I mean not that I regret anything..... I mean -- I think I should say thank you for -- you know the shoulder or rather the chest."
She was looking up at him with such earnestness as spoke, her big eyes pleading with him as her mouth blabbered words of their own accord. She would never, Lucas decided understand just how beautiful she looked at that moment even if he tried to tell her. And so he didn't. Stepping closer, he did what he had always wanted to do since the first day he had seen her. He felt her gasp of surprise when his lips closed in on hers. There was something so tantalizing about the way she kissed with obvious inexperience and utter abandon, it threatened to engulf him. When he deepened the kiss, she moaned and went limp and would have slid to the ground right there if he did not lift her.
Still with his mouth on hers, he lowered her gently to the floor, breaking the kiss only to trail fiery kisses down her neck as she trashed about wildly driving both of them crazy then he was undoing the buttons of her oversized fighting shirt. It took him time to realize she was saying no, very softly but repeatedly as her body belied her words yet -- he could never, had never ignored a woman's wishes.
Trying to get a grip on himself and control his emotion, he pushed himself up from her yet she continued trashing about in the throes of passion, muttering the words that had stopped him in the first place -- no, over and over again till he wondered if she had been speaking to herself and not to him all along. He grabbed both of her hands and shook her firmly. "Stop it Sara. Sara!"
She freed her hands from his as she finally sat up, with her expression half hidden from him by her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, she regarded him out of the corner of her eyes with a new kind of mistrust.
