First of Spring (9/9)
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: 638
Summary: What if Sarah and Went met during Spring Break? :)
"Sarah," he caught up with her. "Sarah, it was you," he shouted. She found herself walking faster now, as she neared the exit she suddenly came to a halt upon hearing what he just said. A warm touch caught her arm.
For a split second, she felt the intensity of first love again. She narrowed her eyes, trying to focus it on what is happening, but her efforts are futile as she seemed to fall into a daze. She saw herself nearing the minibus. Her pulse was rising, her cheeks were turning scarlet, and her palms were becoming sweaty. She looked at him and saw the quesadilla-war and peace guy that she fell in love with. He is not Wentworth, the hot, bachelor in Hollywood. To her eyes, he was the one who made her life complete, who made her believe that first love, the sort of love that you long for, and you crave for, is what it is supposed to be.
He traced his right thumb across her lips, pausing at the edge. His left hand still holding her arm, to not let her walk away from this moment that he waited for almost ten years to happen. He drew his head near hers, but he saw in her eyes, amidst its warmth and tears, that she was hesitating. He did not move his face more, for it was only about an inch away from hers. He locked his gaze upon hers.
Her thoughts lingered to that day when she cursed herself for not removing her mask and not letting him see her, and for not leaving him a note when she left that morning. She never made the thought of him leave her head, she kept it in there, just in case she would never marry. She cried herself to sleep when she decided to love someone else, still wishing that she waited for him.
It was a magical night, it was something she knew she'd keep close to her heart even if she'd moved on. If only...
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as he held her closer, embracing her now and letting go of their locked gaze. His touch suddenly became so familiar, it scared her. "I'm sorry, Went," was all she could say. "Shhhhh.... There's no need for that now,"
he said stroking her hair back and forth, his chin resting on the right side of her head. She did not know what to say, but she knows how she feels. She let her eyes soak the left side of his shoulders.
She longed for him more.
Not letting go of their entanglement, he said, "I waited for you Sarah. I thought about you everyday."
The words seemed to pierce her already wounded heart.
She swallowed hard, she was having a difficult time breathing because of the deepness of her sobs. She held him closer, tighter. His fingers were now stroking the length of her spine.
"I kept praying, hoping I'd see you again. And here you are," he slowly lifted her head, holding her face in between his two palms.
They exchanged passionate glances, and for a moment, she felt nineteen again.
Fighting his tears, he kissed her lightly on the forehead and let her go. They realized that a car was already waiting for her outside, and probably witnessed the longing that they had for each other. She felt like she carried the whole world on her shoulders.
"It was the best night of my life, Sarah," he said as he started to walk away.
She wanted to tell him how she feels too, but she knows that it will just make things harder between them.
"Wentworth Earl Miller the third," she shouted without looking at him. He stopped and stood still, anxiously waiting.
"You were my first of spring."
Author: genna
Categories: RPF
Characters: Wentworth Miller, Sarah Wayne Callies, randomly named Dartmouth and Princeton friends
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 638
Summary: What if Sarah and Went met during Spring Break? :)
"Sarah," he caught up with her. "Sarah, it was you," he shouted. She found herself walking faster now, as she neared the exit she suddenly came to a halt upon hearing what he just said. A warm touch caught her arm.
For a split second, she felt the intensity of first love again. She narrowed her eyes, trying to focus it on what is happening, but her efforts are futile as she seemed to fall into a daze. She saw herself nearing the minibus. Her pulse was rising, her cheeks were turning scarlet, and her palms were becoming sweaty. She looked at him and saw the quesadilla-war and peace guy that she fell in love with. He is not Wentworth, the hot, bachelor in Hollywood. To her eyes, he was the one who made her life complete, who made her believe that first love, the sort of love that you long for, and you crave for, is what it is supposed to be.
He traced his right thumb across her lips, pausing at the edge. His left hand still holding her arm, to not let her walk away from this moment that he waited for almost ten years to happen. He drew his head near hers, but he saw in her eyes, amidst its warmth and tears, that she was hesitating. He did not move his face more, for it was only about an inch away from hers. He locked his gaze upon hers.
Her thoughts lingered to that day when she cursed herself for not removing her mask and not letting him see her, and for not leaving him a note when she left that morning. She never made the thought of him leave her head, she kept it in there, just in case she would never marry. She cried herself to sleep when she decided to love someone else, still wishing that she waited for him.
It was a magical night, it was something she knew she'd keep close to her heart even if she'd moved on. If only...
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as he held her closer, embracing her now and letting go of their locked gaze. His touch suddenly became so familiar, it scared her. "I'm sorry, Went," was all she could say. "Shhhhh.... There's no need for that now,"
he said stroking her hair back and forth, his chin resting on the right side of her head. She did not know what to say, but she knows how she feels. She let her eyes soak the left side of his shoulders.
She longed for him more.
Not letting go of their entanglement, he said, "I waited for you Sarah. I thought about you everyday."
The words seemed to pierce her already wounded heart.
She swallowed hard, she was having a difficult time breathing because of the deepness of her sobs. She held him closer, tighter. His fingers were now stroking the length of her spine.
"I kept praying, hoping I'd see you again. And here you are," he slowly lifted her head, holding her face in between his two palms.
They exchanged passionate glances, and for a moment, she felt nineteen again.
Fighting his tears, he kissed her lightly on the forehead and let her go. They realized that a car was already waiting for her outside, and probably witnessed the longing that they had for each other. She felt like she carried the whole world on her shoulders.
"It was the best night of my life, Sarah," he said as he started to walk away.
She wanted to tell him how she feels too, but she knows that it will just make things harder between them.
"Wentworth Earl Miller the third," she shouted without looking at him. He stopped and stood still, anxiously waiting.
"You were my first of spring."