First of Spring (6/9)
Title: First of Spring
Author: genna
Categories: RPF
Characters: Wentworth Miller, Sarah Wayne Callies, randomly named Dartmouth and Princeton friends
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 882
Summary: What if Sarah and Went met during Spring Break? :)
As the night progressed, she found herself agreeing with everything that the quesadilla-war and peace guy was saying. They talked randomly about anything under the sun from weight loss fad diets to the latest flick on the big screen, from the colonial history of England to the republican and democrat quest for the presidential position, from the issue of gay and lesbian marriage to what color compliments their complexion. She never talked to any guy like this before. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, she thought. They even talked about the novel, War and Peace. Both were very opinionated and they were able to voice out their points of view without overpowering each other.
"Tell me something that you are passionate about," he asked seriously. She turned her head to look at him and their eyes locked in an instant. "This may sound so dorky, I'm embarrassed," she said shyly. "No, it's alright. I sing, if that makes you feel a little less dorky," he said as he squeezed her arm. She felt an electric current pass through her, the gesture so sweet that there was a sudden rush of blood to her cheeks. "I'm into stage plays. The theatre is my second home," she said almost in a whisper. He smiled, "See, that's not so bad." She smiled back, "Now it’s my turn to ask a serious question."
He looked at her, as if trying to read her expression. Her lips turned into a curl at the end, a flash of accomplishment across her face was beaming. She was delighted at the fact that she made him curious. "When is your birthday?" she asked. "June second, and that’s all you're going to get, no year for you kiddo," he said laughing, amused that it was not a really personal question. "Oh my," she said, trying to fathom what she just heard. "Anything wrong?" he asked noticing that she was suddenly thinking deeply. "If I was born a day later, we would have celebrated our birthday together," she explained.
She sighed deeply. She took this as a sign. It was probably fate's subtle way of telling her how close they almost are tonight, but that it would not develop into more than a platonic relationship. Maybe she met him now, and not later, another indication that they weren't supposed to be together in the long run. Maybe her friend Chelsea was right, that spring break flings are spring break flings and nothing more. She feels like she's connecting with him and she likes him more than anything. The physical attraction is just a plus for her, a bonus. He is not bad looking, although a little too model-ish for her taste in men, but it's what he's making her feel that's important.
She did not realize that she was spaced out for a long time now, and was brought back into reality by something unexpected.
In a split second, the quesadilla-war and peace guy faced her, leaned forward towards her lips and kissed her aggressively. She felt his tongue linger inside her mouth, touching every inch inside of it. His lips hungrily nibbling hers. Lower lip and upper lip interchanging. She felt his right hand support her head that was now tilting back because of his uncontrollable desire. His left hand started to find its way at the back of her corset, untying the bodice, not caring about the thirty or so people surrounding them.
Unable to fight their sudden arousal, he held her hand and guided her towards a door located at the back of the casa. It was dark when they stepped inside, and as soon as he closed the door behind her, they picked up from where they left outside.
...
She woke up to her friend Andrea's nudging. "Sarah, wake up, we have to go," she said almost in an undistinguishable voice, so as not to wake the unclothed guy whose arms were wrapped around her breasts. She was still groggy and did not care much that her friend saw her naked sleeping beside the quesadilla-war and peace guy. Slowly, her friend lifted up the guy's arm, allowing for Sarah to stand up gathering her belongings. She saw her corset by the door, also her ball gown. It seemed as though he undressed her as soon as they entered the room last night. She hastily wore the lingerie she had on that she found lying at the foot of the bed. Remembering how he caressed her fully before she took off her remaining clothes. Her head was still spinning but she knew that she wanted this man, to be with him, to laugh with him, to talk to him like last night. Torn by her thoughts, she looked at her friend seeking for an answer. Andrea seemed to understand, she said softly, “You don’t have to leave your name and number, hun. It’s a one night stand. Let’s just go, okay? You’ll feel better when you are sober.” She dressed, her eyes almost clouded with tears which she fought back hard. Before she went out of the door, she took one last look at him. He seemed to feel her longing, “Its Wentworth.”
But by the time he looked up from his faced down position, she was already gone.
Author: genna
Categories: RPF
Characters: Wentworth Miller, Sarah Wayne Callies, randomly named Dartmouth and Princeton friends
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 882
Summary: What if Sarah and Went met during Spring Break? :)
As the night progressed, she found herself agreeing with everything that the quesadilla-war and peace guy was saying. They talked randomly about anything under the sun from weight loss fad diets to the latest flick on the big screen, from the colonial history of England to the republican and democrat quest for the presidential position, from the issue of gay and lesbian marriage to what color compliments their complexion. She never talked to any guy like this before. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, she thought. They even talked about the novel, War and Peace. Both were very opinionated and they were able to voice out their points of view without overpowering each other.
"Tell me something that you are passionate about," he asked seriously. She turned her head to look at him and their eyes locked in an instant. "This may sound so dorky, I'm embarrassed," she said shyly. "No, it's alright. I sing, if that makes you feel a little less dorky," he said as he squeezed her arm. She felt an electric current pass through her, the gesture so sweet that there was a sudden rush of blood to her cheeks. "I'm into stage plays. The theatre is my second home," she said almost in a whisper. He smiled, "See, that's not so bad." She smiled back, "Now it’s my turn to ask a serious question."
He looked at her, as if trying to read her expression. Her lips turned into a curl at the end, a flash of accomplishment across her face was beaming. She was delighted at the fact that she made him curious. "When is your birthday?" she asked. "June second, and that’s all you're going to get, no year for you kiddo," he said laughing, amused that it was not a really personal question. "Oh my," she said, trying to fathom what she just heard. "Anything wrong?" he asked noticing that she was suddenly thinking deeply. "If I was born a day later, we would have celebrated our birthday together," she explained.
She sighed deeply. She took this as a sign. It was probably fate's subtle way of telling her how close they almost are tonight, but that it would not develop into more than a platonic relationship. Maybe she met him now, and not later, another indication that they weren't supposed to be together in the long run. Maybe her friend Chelsea was right, that spring break flings are spring break flings and nothing more. She feels like she's connecting with him and she likes him more than anything. The physical attraction is just a plus for her, a bonus. He is not bad looking, although a little too model-ish for her taste in men, but it's what he's making her feel that's important.
She did not realize that she was spaced out for a long time now, and was brought back into reality by something unexpected.
In a split second, the quesadilla-war and peace guy faced her, leaned forward towards her lips and kissed her aggressively. She felt his tongue linger inside her mouth, touching every inch inside of it. His lips hungrily nibbling hers. Lower lip and upper lip interchanging. She felt his right hand support her head that was now tilting back because of his uncontrollable desire. His left hand started to find its way at the back of her corset, untying the bodice, not caring about the thirty or so people surrounding them.
Unable to fight their sudden arousal, he held her hand and guided her towards a door located at the back of the casa. It was dark when they stepped inside, and as soon as he closed the door behind her, they picked up from where they left outside.
...
She woke up to her friend Andrea's nudging. "Sarah, wake up, we have to go," she said almost in an undistinguishable voice, so as not to wake the unclothed guy whose arms were wrapped around her breasts. She was still groggy and did not care much that her friend saw her naked sleeping beside the quesadilla-war and peace guy. Slowly, her friend lifted up the guy's arm, allowing for Sarah to stand up gathering her belongings. She saw her corset by the door, also her ball gown. It seemed as though he undressed her as soon as they entered the room last night. She hastily wore the lingerie she had on that she found lying at the foot of the bed. Remembering how he caressed her fully before she took off her remaining clothes. Her head was still spinning but she knew that she wanted this man, to be with him, to laugh with him, to talk to him like last night. Torn by her thoughts, she looked at her friend seeking for an answer. Andrea seemed to understand, she said softly, “You don’t have to leave your name and number, hun. It’s a one night stand. Let’s just go, okay? You’ll feel better when you are sober.” She dressed, her eyes almost clouded with tears which she fought back hard. Before she went out of the door, she took one last look at him. He seemed to feel her longing, “Its Wentworth.”
But by the time he looked up from his faced down position, she was already gone.