The Debt
Title: The Debt
Author: yougottaletmego
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Sara/Gretchen
Spoilers: Season Four, Final Break
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me...*sigh*
Summary: Set after 'The Final Break.' Gretchen escapes safely with Sara. Now that they're out, there is a debt that needs to be paid. This is dedicated to
coffee_mill and her ridiculous fanmixes because they put bad ideas into my head...
Sara laid in bed, trying to comprehend everything that had happened over the last 24 hours. Michael was gone and she didn’t know how to deal with that. She heard a soft knock on her door and reluctantly told the visitor to come in. To her surprise, it wasn’t Lincoln.
“Hi…” Gretchen said as she slowly opened the door.
“Hey,” Sara said as she sat up.
“I can leave if now isn’t a good time…”
“No, it’s alright. What are you hiding?” Sara asked.
“A little something to dull the pain of my miserable existence,” Gretchen said as she revealed the half empty bottle of vodka from behind her back.
“How’s it working for you?”
“I’m feeling pretty damn good right now,” Gretchen smirked.
“Any particular reason you came in here?”
“I wanted to….uh…I’ll tell you when the bottle’s empty. Want some?”
“I can’t,” Sara said placing her hands on her stomach.
“One night won’t kill you, I think you need to forget your troubles,” Gretchen said as she handed the bottle to Sara. Gretchen and Sara passed the bottle back and forth until it was just about gone.
“So what was it you wanted to tell me?” Sara asked laughing.
“You owe me,” Gretchen smiled as she finished off the bottle.
“What are you talking about?”
“You would’ve never escaped if it weren’t for me,” Gretchen smiled.
“And if I had never been arrested, you’d still be locked up,” Sara replied sarcastically.
“So I guess we both owe each other.”
“How can I repay you?” Sara said as she inched her lips closer to Gretchen’s
“I think you know,” Gretchen smiled as she moved closer to Sara.
“I have a pretty good idea,” Sara smiled.
Gretchen placed her hands on Sara’s shoulders and pushed her down. She smashed her lips to Sara’s and bit her bottom lip. Next Gretchen pulled off Sara’s tight fitting shirt and unclasped her bra, Sara sighed as Gretchen grasped Sara’s breasts. Gretchen dug her nails into Sara’s back, Sara cried out in pain.
"Shh," Gretchen placed her finger over Sara's mouth as she continued to dig her nails into Sara's back.
They continued to kiss. Gretchen wrapped her legs around Sara's as her tongue danced around her mouth. After what felt like an eternity, Gretchen rolled off of Sara.
“We’re even.”
“I’d say so,” Sara laughed.
“Now get the fuck out.”
“What? This is my room…”
“Just get out,” Gretchen smiled as she pushed Sara off the bed.
"Goodnight Princess," Gretchen mumbled as Sara slowly stumbled out of her room and into Gretchen’s room.
Sara woke up in Gretchen’s bed and tried to remember what happened. She felt nauseous, raced to the bathroom, and vomited. She slowly walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Was everything okay last night?” a booming voice said. Sara whipped around to see Lincoln standing in by the door.
“Uh...yeah, why?” Sara asked trying desperately to remember what had happened.
“Don’t know…I heard some stuff.”
“Like what?” Sara asked as she felt the scratches on her back.
“You sounded like you were in pain…I was going to come in but I didn’t want to disturb you,” Lincoln replied awkwardly.
“I heard it too, she was probably just dreaming,” Gretchen said as she stepped into the kitchen.
Sara took one look into those piercing blue eyes and remembered everything.
“Yeah…I was dreaming,” Sara took a sip of coffee as Gretchen winked in her direction.
Author: yougottaletmego
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Sara/Gretchen
Spoilers: Season Four, Final Break
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me...*sigh*
Summary: Set after 'The Final Break.' Gretchen escapes safely with Sara. Now that they're out, there is a debt that needs to be paid. This is dedicated to
coffee_mill and her ridiculous fanmixes because they put bad ideas into my head...
Sara laid in bed, trying to comprehend everything that had happened over the last 24 hours. Michael was gone and she didn’t know how to deal with that. She heard a soft knock on her door and reluctantly told the visitor to come in. To her surprise, it wasn’t Lincoln.
“Hi…” Gretchen said as she slowly opened the door.
“Hey,” Sara said as she sat up.
“I can leave if now isn’t a good time…”
“No, it’s alright. What are you hiding?” Sara asked.
“A little something to dull the pain of my miserable existence,” Gretchen said as she revealed the half empty bottle of vodka from behind her back.
“How’s it working for you?”
“I’m feeling pretty damn good right now,” Gretchen smirked.
“Any particular reason you came in here?”
“I wanted to….uh…I’ll tell you when the bottle’s empty. Want some?”
“I can’t,” Sara said placing her hands on her stomach.
“One night won’t kill you, I think you need to forget your troubles,” Gretchen said as she handed the bottle to Sara. Gretchen and Sara passed the bottle back and forth until it was just about gone.
“So what was it you wanted to tell me?” Sara asked laughing.
“You owe me,” Gretchen smiled as she finished off the bottle.
“What are you talking about?”
“You would’ve never escaped if it weren’t for me,” Gretchen smiled.
“And if I had never been arrested, you’d still be locked up,” Sara replied sarcastically.
“So I guess we both owe each other.”
“How can I repay you?” Sara said as she inched her lips closer to Gretchen’s
“I think you know,” Gretchen smiled as she moved closer to Sara.
“I have a pretty good idea,” Sara smiled.
Gretchen placed her hands on Sara’s shoulders and pushed her down. She smashed her lips to Sara’s and bit her bottom lip. Next Gretchen pulled off Sara’s tight fitting shirt and unclasped her bra, Sara sighed as Gretchen grasped Sara’s breasts. Gretchen dug her nails into Sara’s back, Sara cried out in pain.
"Shh," Gretchen placed her finger over Sara's mouth as she continued to dig her nails into Sara's back.
They continued to kiss. Gretchen wrapped her legs around Sara's as her tongue danced around her mouth. After what felt like an eternity, Gretchen rolled off of Sara.
“We’re even.”
“I’d say so,” Sara laughed.
“Now get the fuck out.”
“What? This is my room…”
“Just get out,” Gretchen smiled as she pushed Sara off the bed.
"Goodnight Princess," Gretchen mumbled as Sara slowly stumbled out of her room and into Gretchen’s room.
Sara woke up in Gretchen’s bed and tried to remember what happened. She felt nauseous, raced to the bathroom, and vomited. She slowly walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Was everything okay last night?” a booming voice said. Sara whipped around to see Lincoln standing in by the door.
“Uh...yeah, why?” Sara asked trying desperately to remember what had happened.
“Don’t know…I heard some stuff.”
“Like what?” Sara asked as she felt the scratches on her back.
“You sounded like you were in pain…I was going to come in but I didn’t want to disturb you,” Lincoln replied awkwardly.
“I heard it too, she was probably just dreaming,” Gretchen said as she stepped into the kitchen.
Sara took one look into those piercing blue eyes and remembered everything.
“Yeah…I was dreaming,” Sara took a sip of coffee as Gretchen winked in her direction.