Reckless Abandon II: Sara's Revelation

The sounds of laughter echoed through the apartment as did the patter of feet running through the open space as the hunter became the hunted. Sara shrieked as she sprinted into the living room, Ian following closely at her heels. She dodged the many different obstacles in her path, such as the couch, the coffee table, and the TV, as she continued to elude her attacker, looking over her shoulder ever so often to see if he was still behind her. This little game of cat and mouse was quickly becoming more. Then again, so was their relationship.

Besides having sex, the pair had become inseparable ever since their encounter at Reckless Abandon. They were together on a daily, make that nightly, basis, never straying far from either one’s bed, unless you counted this little sprint around the apartment, but that’s not the point. The two had become attached to each other in more ways than one. Sara was quickly coming around to the idea that her stalker was much more than just a nuisance. Ian had become an integral part of her life, someone she couldn’t live without, even though it was also pretty hard to live with him if the only thing they seemed to be doing was having sex. The man was mad in bed, and out of it for that matter, like this stunt was quickly beginning to prove. He was quickly backing her into a corner of the kitchen, giving her no hope of escape as he pinned her against the cabinet.

Sara giggled, knowing that she was caught now, and placed her hands on his chest. Ian quickly removed them, placing them on the counter to either side of her hips as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She softly moaned against his lips as his tongue slowly explored the depths of her mouth. Sara tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but Ian held tight, keeping her firmly pressed up against the counter as the kiss continued to heat up. She soon lost her resolve to escape and gave in to her insatiable need to be loved, for lack of a better word.

Feeling Sara succumb to his will, Ian took charge of the situation, having realized early on that she liked to be dominated just as much as she liked to dominate, if not more. He let go of her hands, allowing them to wrap around his neck as he pushed open her legs and tipped her back so her shoulders rested against the frame of the cabinets. He leaned into her, his penis pressing against his inner thigh dangerously close to her nether lips. Sara moaned, her hips straining to feel him.

But Ian kept his distance. He was pushing Sara to her limits, testing to see how long she could take this before breaking. He knew it wouldn’t be long, though. They had been at this game for nearly two hours now and her patience was wearing thin. He gently tasted the sweet skin of her neck, latching on to the juncture of her ear and jaw and lightly sucking for a couple moments until he heard her groan, then let go, continuing downward to her collarbone. The torture was killing Sara. She needed him… NOW!

“Ian…” she said, her voice straining for control. “Please.” Her beg came out more as a moan as his lips bore down on her right nipple, licking it until it was rock hard and pulsating with desire. Sara gasped, her body arching against him as she closed her eyes, the world quickly starting to spin in front of them. This desire was more than she could handle. It was more than either one of them could handle.

It all came down to Ian and whether or not he’d stop torturing her with those soft luscious lips. He could already hear the strain in her voice and decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Hell, his own resolve was wearing thin at the moment and he could barely take it any longer as well. He let go of the delicate little nub and moved back to Sara’s lips, taking them in for a deep kiss as he slowly pushed into her. She broke the kiss, her head rolling back a little too far and slamming against the cabinet door.

“Ow!” Sara quickly opened her eyes and asked, “Table?”

Ian nodded in agreement and replied, “Table.” He gently lifted her off the counter, making sure their connection never broke as he moved them to the kitchen table in the middle of the room. With her back firmly planted on a solid surface, he began to pump into her slowly, savoring every painful cry that escaped her lips. The tension between them was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. Sara grasped the edges of the table, her legs tightly wrapping around Ian’s hips as they rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm which slowly increased as their desire built to the breaking point.

Sara was the first to fall, her orgasm having had time to mature until she couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her back arched up off the table as an ear piercing scream erupted from her throat. Soon after, Ian lost it as well, and fell on top of her, unable to move. That entire night had taken every last drop of strength from both of them, culminating in this final tryst, leaving them both spent.

Sara sighed, releasing her hold on the edges of the table and wrapping her arms around Ian in a warm embrace, her fingers running through the sweat drenched locks of his hair. They laid in each others arms for a while, listening to the sound of their breathing echo through Sara’s loft, content with everything around them. In the span of a month, their relationship had changed from one of harsh words and hurt feelings to one of whispered sweet nothings and love making.

‘Love…’ Sara thought, a smile gracing her face. Maybe she was in love. She didn’t know. This was the first time she ever felt this way about anyone, let alone a man that had been stalking her for nearly a year before this happened. Maybe what Ian had implied was true, they were meant to be together. Just thinking about that possibility made her head spin. She wasn’t ready to settle down yet. But being with him just felt so right. It was like they were made for each other, their bodies fitting together like they had been carved from the same stone, their minds so alike they finished each other’s thoughts and their hearts beating as one while they now lay together in a warm embrace.

Sara shifted slightly, prompting Ian to quickly rise up off her body and look down at her with a concerned gleam in his eyes. “Am I hurting you?” he softly asked.

She shook her head, “No,” but sat up anyway and wiggled out of his grasp. Sara made her way back to the bedroom, grabbing a robe from her closet and wrapping it tightly around her body. Her thoughts were quickly overwhelming her as that worried look unconsciously came across her face.

Ian noticed her eyebrows knot, realizing that he had probably done something wrong again to make her angry. “Sara?” he asked, slowly making his way closer to her.

“Huh?” she asked, her mind returning to the present. She didn’t know how her mood had changed until she saw that painful look in his eyes indicating she had hurt him yet again, this time unintentionally and without even knowing it.

“Are you angry with me?” Ian questioned as he stood yards away from her at the other side of the room.

“Oh, baby, no,” Sara quickly stood up and walked over to him, her arms wrapped around his waist for a tight embrace. “I’m not angry at you. I was just thinking about something.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“It was nothing. Just a crazy little thought that entered my mind and quickly left.” Sara did her best to fake the smile on her lips, but Ian saw right through it. She thought he’d push her to answer his question, but he remained silent, opting to kiss the top of her head instead as they continued to hold each other in the middle of the room.

“Come on, why don’t we go back to bed?” he suggested, pulling out of her arms and taking her hand to lead her back under the covers. She followed without much protest.

Snuggled safely in each other’s arms, Sara did her best to get in a comfortable position, but sleep just wouldn’t come. Her mind continued to race around the subject of love and where this relationship with Ian was going. With such strong feelings welling deep inside her, Sara realized that this was definitely going beyond anything she had ever had before. Being away from Ian was unbearable, and a night apart meant hell on earth for anyone who decided to get into her path the next morning, even with a cup of coffee in hand.

‘Not good,’ Sara thought, frowning. She only wished that there was someone she could turn to and talk to about this, someone other than the people she knew and trusted. She wanted to talk to an outsider, someone who really didn’t know her, and wouldn’t judge her based on past experience. Unfortunately for Sara, she didn’t know anyone who matched that description. Her tight knit circle of friends was all she had, and the last thing she wanted to discuss with them was her relationship with Ian.

Danny was already pissed off at her for not telling him about the new man in her life, and Jake had all together stopped asking questions when he saw her the morning after all bouncy and happy. As for Vicky, she was the last person Sara would ever turn to about these kinds of matters. She loved Vicky and all, but the girl had a mouth on her like a bull horn. Everything Sara told her was relayed back to Danny and Jake for there analysis. And if they found out she was sleeping with her stalker, they’d have her admitted to a psych ward at the local hospital. Sara physically shuddered at the thought and gently pulled herself away from Ian’s sleeping body. She hadn’t even noticed him fall asleep.

Getting out of bed, Sara headed straight for the shower, glancing at her clock to see it was nearing seven on a Tuesday morning. The sun was slowly burning away the heavy fog that had gathered throughout the city that night and dancing through the window, shooting tiny rainbows across the bathroom floor and shower. Sara smiled, her mind easing now that she had something else to think about. Turning on the water, she let it run for a few moments as she headed back into her bedroom to retrieve some clothes from her closet. Finding the perfect pair of freshly washed jeans and a light blue cropped tee shirt along with the necessary undergarments, she headed back into the bathroom, setting the clothes down on the side of the sink and testing the water that was now steaming up her mirror. As she got ready to enter the shower, a small slip of paper lying on the bathroom floor quickly caught her attention.

Sara glanced at the little scrap and reached down to pick it up to make sure it wasn’t something important. The front read “Reckless Abandon” while the back read “Morrigan Love,” and a phone number. ‘Oh, my God,” Sara thought with a smile. ‘It’s been too long since I saw that girl.’ Her mind instantly carried her back to their first and only incredible encounter. That night had been unbelievable. She never thought that sex could be so good with another woman, then again, she thought the same with Ian Nottingham, and look where that got them both.

Sara smirked at the thought and placed the paper on top of her clothing so she wouldn’t lose it again. She had wanted to call Morrigan for quite a long time now, especially since she had a few new fantasies she wanted to play out. Heck, maybe she would be the perfect person to talk to about this whole Ian situation. Sara could only hope. Morrigan did know the man, but maybe she didn’t know Sara as much. There was only one way to find out, and that was to call her later on that morning after she had taken a shower.

Realizing that the water was still running, Sara made her way into the shower stall, the hot, steamy water running down her naked body, soothing her over exerted muscles and troubled mind. Her thoughts were set on Morrigan as she grabbed the shampoo and massaged it into her dark hair. She had taught her so much in those few hours they had been together, like the fact that dominance was a good thing and being dominated was even better. ‘Who knew?’ Sara thought, continuing to smile as she washed the suds out of her hair and reached for the soap.

As she thought more about that night, she hit the sudden realization that the soft bar running over her breasts was quite erotic, setting off a chain reaction in her body that made her drop the soap and gently run her hand over them. Sara let out a soft sigh as she continued fondling herself, her fingers continually rolling over each nipple sending sweet shivers down her spine. When she had worked up enough courage, Sara gave them a pinch; the sensation making her back arch and another moan escape her lips. She was surprised to find that giving herself this kind of pleasure could be so easy.

“Have you ever masturbated, Sara?” The question suddenly popped into her head out of nowhere. A wicked grin came across her face. Morrigan. Sara was beginning to realize that she had been behind this new, more adventurous side to her, and she continued the gentle assault on her body, knowing the results would be just as good if Ian was in the shower with her.

Her hands continued running over her breasts as she imagined Morrigan standing there next to her, touching her the way she was touching herself, giving her the sweetest and most wonderful pleasure. “Mmm,” Sara moaned, while one hand continued to assault her breasts as the other one slowly made its way downward over her abdomen and to the wet, wiry triangle of hair between her legs. She left it there, playing with the hair, twisting it around her finger and pulling on it gently at first, then increasing the pressure until she found that pleasurable tug.

Sara’s courage continued to build; she soon found herself reaching between her legs and stroking her nether lips in a strong yet gently fashion. The sensation felt so good her other hand quickly found its way to the wall for more support as her knees began to weaken. She let out another throaty moan before prying open the folds with her thumb and middle finger and plunging her index finger deeper. Over her swelling clit it circled, causing Sara to yelp sharply before clamping her mouth shut remembering that Ian was still asleep in the bedroom.

Right… He had woken the moment he felt her pull away from his arms and stayed as still as possible, wondering what she was doing up so early. Sara was never the early bird, but judging by her sudden mood change the night before, he knew it had something to do with that. Once he heard the shower running, Ian thought the coast was clear and decided to take a quick look around to make sure it was safe to get out of bed and get the coffee started for Sara. Unfortunately, he was nearly caught rolling out of bed as she scurried back into the bedroom, never taking heed of his quick reflexes to make it look like he was asleep, and grabbed some clothes out of her closet. She scuffled back into the bathroom without even giving him a second glance.

Now that the coast really was clear, Ian grabbed his black silk boxers off the floor and put them on. He headed straight for the kitchen, quickly starting the pot of coffee and heading back to the bedroom to wait for Sara. While sitting on the bed, he began to hear something in the bathroom. When she let out that last yelp, he knew something was wrong and quickly rushed over to the door, peering inside so not to startle her. What Ian saw was something he wasn’t expecting. His deep golden eyes widened as he watched Sara touch herself in ways he had never seen a woman… touch herself. He stood at the door, never moving an inch, watching her intently as her hands ran over her body.

Sara, oblivious to the fact that someone was watching her, continued using her left hand to support her weight against the wall as her right hand kneaded her unbearably swollen clit. As she worked it between her thumb and forefinger, the beginnings of an orgasm were quickly growing in the pit of her stomach. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to hold out a little longer, determined to ride this wave as far as it would take her. Over the last month, she had gained some patience, and now was the best time to put it into action.

With her fingers still rolling the grape of a clit between her legs, Sara pressed her face and chest up against the side of the shower, holding on for dear life as she braced herself for the orgasm that was about to rip through her. Her kneading became harder, stronger, her patience wearing thin, until finally, with one last strong pinch sent her over the edge. Sara held in the scream that threatened to escape her lips as she slowly slid down the tiled wall on her knees, her legs having given way moments earlier. She stayed like that, letting the hot water roll down her back as she took in deep breaths to calm herself down. The experience had definitely been a good one, and she’d definitely do it again provided that she had the time and the desire, which she knew she would. Standing up, she turned off the shower and grabbed the towel hanging on the rack beside the shower then put on her clothes, making sure she still had Morrigan’s number tucked inside her jeans’ pocket.

‘Masturbating is fun,’ Sara thought with a smile as she headed for the door. Who she found there didn’t surprise her.

Ian was still standing with his eyes glued to her body, a very astonished look on his face. His legs were unable to move even when he saw Sara making her way out of the bathroom. Instead, he just stared at her, unable to believe what he had just witnessed. He thought he was in for a tongue lashing when their eyes met, but Sara merely gave him a devilish smile as she walked past him and into the bedroom.

“Did you like what you saw?” she called from over her shoulder as she made her way into the kitchen, instantly smelling coffee.

Ian didn’t know how to respond and merely followed her wherever she went. When Sara sat down at the table, he sat down right across from her, his mouth hanging open as he watched her down her first cup of coffee. Then he thought, ‘I’ve never seen her so cheery before coffee.’

“You know, you’re sitting on the side we fucked on last night,” Sara said nonchalantly as she pointed to the very spot Ian was sitting, hoping that it would snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Ian quickly recoiled and sat back in his chair. That had definitely snapped him out of it.

‘Has the boy ever seen any porn?’ she wondered. Then remember his past, she quickly answered her own question, ‘Probably not. Shouldn’t be a surprise.’

“Well, did you like what you saw?” Sara asked again, standing up to grab another cup of coffee. Ian continued to give her that befuddled look. She rolled her eyes. “Just nod or shake.” He nodded. She smiled. “Good. Maybe I should do that more often.” He nodded again. Sara just laughed. She had never seen Ian at a loss for words before. He wasn’t even this surprised when they first made love to each other. Then again, she had been blindfolded and really couldn’t tell what his reaction was. Well, that and she fell asleep soon after.

Sara stood up from the table, realizing that she was going to be late for work if she didn’t head out soon. She walked over to Ian and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as she said, “I’ll see you later. Thanks for the coffee. Be good and stay out of trouble.” She didn’t stand around and wait for him to say his goodbye and was quickly out the door running down the stairs to hop on her bike, but not before pulling out her phone and the little slip of paper with Morrigan’s number on it. She decided that now was definitely the best time to give her a call and dialed her number. With hesitancy, she pressed the send button and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello, Sara,” came Morrigan’s silky voice over the phone.

“Hello, Morrigan,” Sara smiled as she continued to slowly make her way to her bike. It was parked down the street, far enough away for them to have a nice conversation before she got on.

“I’ve missed you, Sara. I’ve been wondering when you’d call me. Thanks for finally doing so. Now, tell me, what’s on your mind? Have another fantasy you’d like me to fulfill?” she asked, instantly sensing what was on Sara’s mind.

“Actually, I do,” she answered, her smile turning into a smirk that the Witchblade seconded. It knew what Sara wanted, and wanted it as well.

“So, my place or yours?”

“Mine.”

“Alright, should I bring anything special?”

“Bring whatever you would like.”

Sara heard Morrigan’s light laugh over the phone. “Oh, you’re in for one hell of a ride, Sara Pezzini. I hope you’re up to it,” she said, continuing to chuckle.

“I hope you’re ready as well,” Sara counteracted, her smirk getting even bigger. ‘You’re also in for one hell of a ride, Morrigan Love,’ she thought. Sara told her the address to her apartment, and when the time was settled at nine that evening, both hung up, wondering what the other was up to. Tonight was definitely going to be a night they both remembered.

Sara soon hopped on her bike and headed for what would be one of the least eventful days in her entire career.

*~*~*

“UH!” Sara growled as she shoved open the door of her apartment and stammered inside. “Paperwork SUCKS!” she yelled into the empty space as she threw her helmet onto the kitchen counter and threw her jacket to the floor next to the door. The whole day had been spent catching up on paperwork, with no new murder reported. It seemed like the days that she wanted work, it would never come. At least there was something to look forward to that night. It was only seven in the evening, and the sun was slowly making its descent into the horizon. Red/orange streaks of light glittered against the hardwood floors, illuminating the room in a soft peachy salmon color. It put Sara’s mind at ease, letting take a breath before she walked into the kitchen to discover a note sitting on the table.

Sara,

I took the liberty of cleaning the apartment today after you left. And I made sure to wipe down the kitchen table twice after what happened last night. Your sheets are clean as well, and so is your laundry. Goodbye for now, and until tomorrow, I love you.

Ian

“Why does he have to be so sweet?” Sara asked herself as she padded into the living room and flopped down on the couch to reread the note. She knew he loved her with all his heart and would do anything she asked of him, even things she didn’t ask, like protecting her when she thought she really didn’t it. ‘Yeah, that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard,’ she thought to herself as she remembered many of the times he had nearly sacrificed his life for her. Sara shook the thoughts out of her head, but more kept assaulting her ever troubled mind.

‘I really don’t deserve him,’ she told herself. ‘Look at me! I’m going behind his back to have sex with a woman! But, God, I can’t help myself. He started this, for crying out loud! He’s the one who let it happen this way! But why do I feel so guilty?’ The thought lingered in Sara’s mind. Her heart felt like it was sinking in her chest as she stood from the couch and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of soft plaid cotton boxers from her dresser and an oversized white cotton tee shirt from her closet. She set them inside the bathroom and headed back for a towel after turning on the water in the tub and slipping in some liquid soap. Before going back into the bathroom, Sara turned on the stereo beside her bed. The CD was a soft R&B/pop mix that Vicky had burned for her months ago for those days that were extremely stressing, a day like today. She pressed the play button and was quickly surrounded by the soft melody of one of her favorite love songs, “Crash Into Me” by the Dave Matthews Band.

“I love him, don’t I?” Sara said as she sat down on the toilet and listened to the soft music playing in the background. It was soft, comforting, maybe even helpful as she listened to the lyrics more closely.

You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight
Tie me up again
Who's got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you

The two had become almost inseparable in the last few weeks, Sara realized when she looked back on their relationship through a new pair of eyes, eyes she thought she had lost when her father died. They were happy eyes seeing the world as a beautiful place instead of the hell hole she always thought it was. It seemed like the introduction of Ian in her life had added some stable facet that she had overlooked for the longest time. He had weaseled himself into her heart, burrowing deep so that even if she tried to pull him out, he’d leave a few spikes in there as an everlasting memory. God, she hated that kind of man, but damn, she loved him as well.

“Damn you, Nottingham,” Sara cursed as she threw off her clothes and stepped into the bath tub for what she hoped would be a relaxing soak. She lay there, submerged in the warm, cleansing water, taking in deep breaths of the jasmine scent that surrounded her. It felt good after a long boring day just to be sitting there, not thinking about anything in particular, except for maybe the sex that would be happening in less than an hour from now. Sara’s lips curved into a smiled as she reached between her legs and stroked herself. It appeared as if the would have a repeat performance of that morning if the doorbell hadn’t rung, quickly startling her out of her thoughts.

Sara was out of the tub in record time, grabbing the towel she had set beside it and wrapping around her body as she made her way to the door. ‘Who could that be?’ she wondered.

Sara looked through the peephole to discover a woman with rich blonde hair tied in a tight bun at the back of her head dressed in a stunning white Prada pant suit standing at her door. She instantly opened it and stared at her. The two women continued to gaze at each other, one clad in a towel and the other formally dressed, eyes aglow with unspoken passion for each other.

“Hello, Sara,” Morrigan’s silky voice carried to her ears as she stepped into the apartment.

“Morrigan,” Sara breathlessly replied as she closed the door behind them. “You’re early.”

“I know,” she said, a grin creeping across her bright red lips. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I’ve missed you very much.” Morrigan stepped closer to her companion as she looked into those deep emerald pools.

“I’ve missed you too,” Sara sheepishly responded, her eyes never leaving the breathtaking beauty in front of her. Sexual desires were quickly awakened as Morrigan moved in for a soft, simple, yet very sweet kiss. Sara found herself wrapping her arms around the woman and holding her close as if to never let go of the wonderful sensation. She could feel Morrigan’s hand slipping beneath the towel and trailing up her inner thigh to cup her warm, moist sex. She moaned against her mouth, getting as close as she possibly could and enjoying the caress.

When their lips parted, Sara breathed in deeply, letting it all sink in. Theses feelings she thought she had buried deep beneath everything else were suddenly reemerging and taking over any rational thoughts in her mind. It was hard to stay away from the beautiful creature in front of her, but she willed her mind to do so and took a step back just in case her feelings got to the best of her.

“So, I see you were in the middle of something,” Morrigan said, running her hand along the soft white terry cloth towel until it reached the spot just above Sara’s left breast were it had been tucked in. She pulled softly and the towel fell to the floor, Sara barely noticing. She glanced down, but remained still as Morrigan studied her body in the pale light of the living room. “God, you’re just as beautiful as I remember you,” Morrigan whispered, her ocean blue eyes continuing to scan Sara’s body, memorizing it for future reference. “Would you mind if I joined you? I feel so… dirty.”

She began unbuttoning the front of her white jacket before Sara stopped her and said, “Of course not, but let me help you out of those clothes first.” Morrigan smiled, her hands moving away from the stark white buttons to let Sara undo them. Her hands worked slowly, savoring every moment a button popped out of its hole, revealing a little more of the beautiful curves of Morrigan’s body until the jacket was finally open in the front. She pulled it off in a deliberate fashion, watching Morrigan’s eyes flutter each time their flesh came into contact.

To Sara, it was like unwrapping a Christmas present in the middle of July. This was a pleasure denied from her the first time they met. She was merely making up for lost time.

“You’re like a kid in a candy store,” Morrigan said, pulling her out of her reverie.

“As I recall, the last time we were together, I wasn’t allowed to touch you,” Sara replied, her fingertips running down Morrigan’s arms until they reached her hands.

“What a shame,” she answered, a smug grin appearing on her fire engine red lips. It was a stark contrast to the suit, which Sara was now unbuttoning the pants of. She purposefully moved in closer to Morrigan so that their faces were barely inches from each other, and she had a wonderful angle to crane her neck and place a soft kiss just below Morrigan’s jaw line, which she did as soon as she felt the white material slip from her fingers and fall to the floor.

Morrigan sighed, feeling Sara’s hands travel upward over thighs and beneath the white silk shirt that was still left on her body. Slowly, it was pushed up, Sara enjoying the delicate softness of Morrigan’s skin as she continued to pull it over her head until it was finally off. Still left on her flawless body was an intricate white lace bra and matching panties. Sara closed into Morrigan’s lips for another kiss as her hands traced up her back until the fell upon the fine lace and undid the clasp. She slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Morrigan sighed contently, her breasts spilling over onto Sara’s skin and gracing them both with a gentle caress.

Sara moved her hands to the delicate lace of Morrigan’s panties, pulling them down ever so slowly as she enjoyed the almost inaudible moans that came from her partner. Once she got them past her knees, she let them fall to the floor on their own, using her hands to trace back up her supple thighs and cup the voluptuous cheeks of her ass.

“Mmmmmm,” Morrigan purred as she did the same, pulling them even closer than they could imagine. Her lips fell on Sara’s neck, eliciting a soft gasp as she nibbled her way upwards towards her jaw line. She flicked out her tongue, gently touching Sara’s earlobe as her fingers crept slowly up her muscular back until they reached her shoulders. Morrigan pulled her away, breaking the trance they had both been put under.

Sara gazed at her, her eyebrows tightly knit in that signature Pezzini scowl, unable to understand why she had pulled away. She was about to argue when Morrigan put her finger to Sara’s lips and said, “Come on, the water must be cold by now.” She took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

What would transpire in the following minutes would be the end all, be all of Sara’s sexual growth. Never in her life had she imagined what two women could do in a small, somewhat cramped bath tub with soap suds floating all over the place. She and Morrigan entered the loop warm water, sitting to opposite sides of each other. Sara nearly curled herself up into a ball, her chin resting on her knees, as Morrigan stared at her, a half smile gracing her face.

She knew Sara was a bit angered after having been pulled away, but there was much she could do to make up for it. Morrigan sat up, her eyes making contact with those of her companion, and nearly floated her way towards Sara, her arms moving to the edges of the tub to steady her descent over her body. With her legs, she pushed Sara’s apart and nestled herself into the little cove that had formed between them, their eyes never breaking contact.

Sara sucked in a ragged breath when she realized what Morrigan was doing. She lay across her, hands spread to either side of her body, gently caressing their way up towards her breasts. When they reached their target, Sara let go of the low moan that had been trapped in her throat. Morrigan knew she was on the right path and immediately plunged head first into new territory. Her lips closed in around Sara’s nipple, sucking it gently at first until it hardened then giving it a nip. Her back arched up off the white porcelain tub while her hands grabbed on to either side of the rim, holding tightly as Morrigan continued her assault. She moved to the other breast, bestowing upon it the same pleasures as the first one. Sara’s head rolled back, her eyes falling closed as she continued to feel the prolonged caress of her partner. It was incredible.

Morrigan’s hand traced back down Sara’s stomach, finding its way beneath the water swirling around them to the open folds of her nether lips. She dipped her forefinger between them, savoring the gasp that came from Sara’s lips as she continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between each other, and stroking her growing clit. It was definitely one of those moments that neither wanted to end. Morrigan’s middle finger soon found its way into her pussy, the water making it all the more easy to slip inside and caress the wetness deep inside. Sara’s hips rose from the bottom of the tub, silently begging her to go deeper.

With their bodies pressed tightly against one another, Morrigan stopped assaulting her breasts and placed her free hand behind Sara’s neck, lifting her head off the edge of the tub and pulling her lips in for a kiss. It started with just the press of their lips upon each other then quickly moved to the invitation of Morrigan’s tongue into Sara’s mouth. The passion continued to build as Sara moaned against her lips as she continued to skillfully maneuver her fingers between her legs. Sara wrapped her arms around her, their breasts now pressing against each other, the feel of their hardened nipples arousing even more pleasure as Sara felt the beginnings of her climax building in the pit of her stomach. She knew that she’d come soon, and nothing was going to stop her from achieving this marvelous state.

The water and soap suds swirled around them, their bodies responding to it as it began to splash about the faster Morrigan moved her hand and the faster Sara’s hips jerked against her movements. The sensation of the water slapping against her skin added to the entire experience, its warm wet droplets falling over her flesh like thousands of tiny little fingers caressing her body. The harder she tried to prolong her impending orgasm, the worse it got, until Morrigan realized what she was doing and moved her free hand beneath the water. She removed her forefinger from Sara’s clit, replacing it with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, which she used to pinch the swollen mass of nerves, quickly sending Sara over the edge with a loud gasp followed by an even louder moan. She fell limp against the side of the tub, panting as Morrigan removed her hands from her now satiated sex.

“You thought you could hold out, didn’t you?” Morrigan teased as she returned to her side of the tub.

Sara was now looking at her, finally having enough energy to sit up instead of lay limp as she had been for the past couple of moments. She gave her a cocky grin, quickly getting to her knees and moving to Morrigan’s side of the tub. With her lips barely inches from her ear, Sara replied, “And you can?” She leaned in, taking the soft lobe into her mouth, and gently nipped at it as Morrigan sat stunned.

“My, what a bold move,” she said when Sara let her go.

“Not as bold as this,” Sara answered, her hands firmly holding down Morrigan’s shoulders as she slid into her lap. Her bright blue eyes widened as Sara leaned over and latched her lips onto her neck. Morrigan rolled her head back, giving her a little more room to move about. Her lips kissed down the soft fleshy column, stopping only momentarily to suck at the juncture of her neck and collarbone then continued to move down between the cleft of her breasts. Sara hovered there for a few moments, pondering which path to take, until she finally decided to continue her descent, skipping her breasts altogether, opting instead to save them for later as her mouth fell upon the beautifully sculpted six pack of her abdomen, which stopped just above the waterline along with her navel, a perfect place for her to linger for the time being. Sara’s tongue dipped into the little crevice, prompting Morrigan to arch up slightly. She could barely remember the last time she had allowed someone to dominate her. The nostalgia that came from the sensation was overwhelming, and she soon longed for Sara to keep it going as long as she possibly could.

“You’re one lucky girl, Sara,” Morrigan mumbled as she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Why’s that?” Sara seductively replied, her emerald eyes gazing up at her companion.

“Because,” Morrigan began, but soon trailed off when she felt Sara’s tongue dip into her navel again. She let out a moan then regained her composure, adding, “Because I’d never let anyone else dominate me.”

Sara smiled up at her. “Really? Why not?” she asked.

“Because you’re the only woman in all these years that’s figured out how to tease me and please me in just the right ways,” Morrigan answered.

Sara’s smile turned into an impish grin, a couple of her immaculately white teeth showing between the part in her bright red lips, as she went back to what she had been doing before the insightful interruption. Her mouth latched onto the soft skin of Morrigan’s abdomen as she began to teasingly flick out her tongue across the nearly white hot flesh. Morrigan was definitely aroused, and silently pleaded for more as she ran a hand through Sara’s rich, chocolaty brown hair, moving her to the places where she wanted to be licked and suckled next. But Sara didn’t go along with it. She had her own agenda, and she was planning on executing it the way she pleased, not Morrigan. She had had enough of submission; it was time for her to extract the pleasurous revenge she so desperately sought.

Before plunging below the water line, Sara drew in a deep breath. She knew she couldn’t turn back now, and if she drowned, it would be in absolute delight. This was definitely the way to go, pleasing the one who had pleased her in so many ways. Her lips made their way down Morrigan’s tight abdomen, and before she knew it, Sara’s arms had spread her legs just enough so she had access to her nether lips. Her tongue came across them, brushing lightly at first, mixing with the water that swirled around them. Morrigan had her hand in her hair once again, stroking it as she continued licking those soft folds of skin, waiting for the right moment to make her move.

When she sensed that Morrigan was as relaxed as she could be, Sara’s tongue dipped between them, stroking the slippery wet clit now pulsating with passion and desire. Morrigan’s hips arched violently as she let out a cry of pleasure. The hand that was in Sara’s hair took hold of a large chunk and pulled. That didn’t deter her from her skillful ministrations. It was quite obvious that Morrigan was highly aroused from the way her hips rose and fell with each flick of Sara’s tongue over her clit. She moved deeper between the folds, penetrating her juicy pussy, her hot fluids mixing with the strawberry flavored water. It was delicious. Sara continued to lick her way up the wet little crevice, her tongue continually looking for that spot that made Morrigan ache the worst and skewed that line between pleasure and pain. And when she found it, Morrigan’s powerful thighs clenched around her head, pulling her in deeper. Sara continued stroking that spot with her tongue as Morrigan thrashed about, her body soon becoming rigid as her muscles spasmed and a scream came from her lips.

Sara was nearly out of breath by that time and was grateful that Morrigan came so quickly. She pulled her head up from the water and licked her lips, savoring the sweet taste. As she glanced at her companion, she could see that Morrigan was flushed and panting, her head rolled back against the side of the tub, her eyes shut. Sara positioned herself over her body once again, her head resting on her chest as she continued to heave, oblivious to the weight of the person on top of her. When she had finally regained some of her strength, she looked down at Sara, her hand gently stroking her silky wet hair. Morrigan leaned in and captured Sara’s lips for a deep, passionate kiss, concentrating all her gratitude in that simple gesture. Sara returned the favor by running her tongue across her lips, then pulling away, a smile gracing her face as she sat back on her side of the tub.

“Marvelous,” Morrigan murmured, the elation apparent in her almost inaudible voice.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Sara replied.

“Why can’t you be gay?” Morrigan wished out load, then laughed at herself for saying such an absurd thing.

Sara continued to smile at her as she answered, “I might not be gay, but bi is just as good.” Morrigan quickly looked up at her, her eyes relaying that feeling of being unable to believe what she had just heard. Sara laughed. “Yes, I love Ian, and I definitely have a soft spot for you, but don’t go shouting it off the rooftops. It’ll be our little secret, unless Ian finds out.”

“Then what?” Morrigan retorted, not expecting Sara to reply.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to have a little fun with him if he does. After all, he was the one who got me into this, so why not give him a little treat of a threesome,” Sara said.

“My, oh, my, Ms. Pezzini, aren’t you just the kinky little devil. I wonder how Ian would take that,” Morrigan pondered as an impish grin came across her face.

“He’d be reeling like he was this morning when he caught me masturbating in the shower,” Sara sheepishly admitted, a slight pink tint coming over her cheeks.

Morrigan’s eyebrows arched. “You’ve taken my advice to heart!” she exclaimed. She stood from the tub and grabbed a towel off the rack to dry herself off. “Come on, get up. You have to show me.”

Sara gave her a strange look. “Is that something you get off on?” she asked suspiciously. When she saw the grin on Morrigan’s face widen, she knew she had her answer. ‘Well, maybe this can be another form of torture and revenge,’ she thought, rolling the idea around in her mind until a smile came across her face as well. This night just seemed to get better and better.

*~*~*

With a weary hand, Ian finally closed the last of the records books on his desk and stood up, his work for the day done in record time. He had wanted to surprise Sara that evening with dinner and maybe even a movie, but it didn’t look like he would have the chance. The clock on his desk read 11:30, and he had left a note telling her that he would see her tomorrow. But the urge to go to her apartment and watch her as she slept was something he couldn’t get away from. He did it every night that they had been apart just as a reminder of the old days when they barely spoke a word to each other, unless it was an insult or a warning.

How things had changed between them. Sara was no longer the hostile and untouchable Wielder of the Witchblade. She was now the pliant, soft spoken woman that had finally opened her heart to him. Just thinking about it put a smile on Ian’s face. It was all that he wanted, besides an admission from her that she loved him just as much as he loved her, but that was something he knew he had to wait for, and time was definitely on his side. Just falling asleep in her arms was enough to satisfy him.

Ian stood up and made his way out of the building. The night was cool and inviting as the moon’s rays fell down upon the quiet New York City streets as he waited for the limo to pick him up. Far to the east, the rumble of approaching storm clouds were making themselves known as thunder sounded in the distance. It would be a while before the storm reached the city, and Ian knew he could get in a few hours of observation without getting caught in it. The limo finally pulled up at the curb, the driver scurrying to open the door for him. He sat down inside, the warmth quickly enveloping his tired soul, and lay back on the leather cushion.

Sleep didn’t come like Ian had wanted it to, his nerves still a little frayed by the way Sara had acted that morning. The look on her face told him that something was on her mind, something big that could possibly affect them both. He was afraid that she was getting cold feet or, even worse, bored with their relationship.

The thought of her leaving was something he didn’t want floating around in his mind, so he pushed it aside, instead thinking about what Sara had done in the bathroom that morning and how she had been so nonchalant about her actions when she found him staring. Ian knew he had voyeuristic tendencies, but even this was stooping low for him. Yet she was actually happy that he had been watching, even asking if he liked it then saying that she should do it again. That caught Ian off guard and threw him in a whole other direction. He could only hope that she would stay true to her word.

‘The ride back to the mansion was too short,’ Ian thought when the driver pulled up to the front door and opened the door for him, throwing him out of his reverie. He thanked the driver and headed inside to change into something he was accustomed to, the all black outfit of his former stalker/assassin days. It was practical at this time of night, and it easily kept him from being seen through the window if Sara happened to be awake. Maybe he’d get lucky again tonight and find her doing what she had been doing that morning in the shower. ‘Okay, get that out of your mind, right now. Its wishful thinking,’ Ian scolded himself as he headed to the garage and selected one of the less noticeable cars, a black Mercedes ML500, for his little trip to Sara’s.

*~*~*

Back at the apartment, Sara had pulled on a soft royal blue robe and was pacing around the bedroom waiting for Morrigan to reappear from the living room where her close sat rumpled on the floor. She had offered her another one from her closet, but she had declined, saying that the towel was enough. But why on earth was she still in the living room? Sara wondered. Why had she told her to stay put? It was something she would just have to wait and see about. So she continued pacing, looking at the clock beside her bed every so often, which now flashed 12:15, nearly five minutes since Morrigan had left her. She was getting antsy, wanting to get going. Her body was on fire, anticipating what was to come. She knew this was going to be a lot of fun, like the shower had been this morning, and having someone watch with her knowledge was elevating it to a whole new status. ‘If only Ian was here. He’d really enjoy this,’ she thought, a smile coming across her face. Sara turned to the window and gazed at it longingly. It would be a treat to see him sitting there, watching her from a distance.

“I’m back,” Morrigan said as she walked into the room, her left hand behind her back. “Sorry that took so long, I got a call from my boss about the progress we’ve made with this new product. I tried to tell him I was a little busy, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“That’s okay. I totally understand,” Sara replied as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “So, how do you want me to do this? What really gets you off?”

“Good question,” Morrigan answered as she came a little closer. “How have you been doing it lately?”

“With my hands.”

“Maybe it’s time you tried something else.” Morrigan pulled her left hand from behind her back to reveal an ordinary hair brush. She threw it to Sara and sat down in a chair facing the bed. Sara looked at the thing as if it were an object from an alien world. The expression on her face was as confused as it could ever be, but Morrigan soon stepped up to the plate and gave her an explanation. “You stick the brush in your pussy, sweetie.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sara laughed as she continued to stare at the thing. Morrigan gave her a serious look. “There’s no way I’m sticking this thing in my pussy,” she protested.

“Then here,” Morrigan answered, throwing her a condom, “wrap this around it and try. You have to believe me when I say it feels incredible.”

Sara continued to look at the situation skeptically. She still couldn’t believe Morrigan actually wanted her to stick a brush up her ass. Her eyes remained on the thing for a while until she looked up at Morrigan. She was already getting antsy with anticipation and couldn’t wait any longer. “Fine, I’ll show you,” she said, grabbing the brush out of Sara’s hand and laying down on the bed beside her. Raising her feet up into the air, she plunged the brush, handle down, straight into her with a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

Sara sat beside her, mesmerized, her eyes never leaving Morrigan’s hands as they worked the brush in and out of her ever dampening folds, slowly quickening the pace the more aroused she got until she was pounding the thing into her, the bristles rubbing up against her clit as it continued to swell with pleasure. Finally, she hit her peak, her hips arching upwards, her legs clenching around the brush as she moaned loudly. Morrigan lay there for a few moments before pulling the brush out and wiping it clean with her towel.

“Your turn,” Morrigan said as she got up, throwing the towel to the floor and sitting back down on the chair she had previously occupied. She threw the brush back to Sara after placing the condom around the handle as she continued to stare wide eyed at her companion.

‘Oh, my God,’ Sara thought as she looked at the brush, unable to believe what she had just seen.

“Lay back and relax,” Morrigan instructed, throwing Sara out of her daze. She followed the command and laid back on the bed, her feet firmly planted on the mattress. “Okay, hold the brush handle down, bristles facing you.” Dumbly, Sara obeyed, holding the brush just as she was instructed to do so. She stared at it for a couple of seconds before Morrigan’s voice snapped her out of it, saying, “Now, instead of plunging it into your pussy, I want you to circle it around your clit. That’ll get you used to it and pretty aroused as well so you don’t have to work too hard for an orgasm.” Sara did as she was told, slipping the handle between her folds and firmly stroking her clit with it. She hadn’t expected it to feel so good, and was immediately grateful that she had followed Morrigan’s lead. Her right hand, which held the brush, was now rhythmically swirling the brush around her swelling clit as her hips slowly began to follow the motion, raising and lowering from the bed with every intense stroke. The motion was enough to bring her over the top, but soon Morrigan’s voice could be heard saying, “Wonderful, now slowly stick it in your pussy.”

Without hesitation, Sara slipped the handle down deep into her folds, gasping just as Morrigan had from the intense feeling that it brought about deep within her as the rippled rubber grip just below the bristles rubbed against her clit. She moaned, unable to believe how good this felt. Sara pulled it out again, slowly, savoring how the slick latex contrasted the sticky rubber as it slid across her clit.

Morrigan watched from the sidelines, her own body reacting to the pleasure emanating from Sara’s. The saturation between her legs soon became apparent as it flowed down her inner thigh. She slipped her fingers between her folds and slowly began to massage her clit, her free hand fondling her breast as she continued to watch Sara increase the pace of her thrusts as her arousal became apparent with the red flush of her body. Gasps and moans escaped her lips, throwing Morrigan’s body into a frenzy with uncontained desire she expressed by stroking her clit even more fiercely and allowing another finger to slip into her pussy, massaging the muscles as they slowly began to tighten with the onset of an orgasm building deep within her loins.

Sara continued increasing the already feverish pace at which she moved the brush within her. She knew the orgasm that would soon rip through her would be the mother of them all. Slowing down the pace somewhat to make it even better she experimented with the depth in which she thrust the brush. At times she’d let it slip only half way, and at others, the entire rubber grip was immersed in her folds, the bristles brushing up against her clit for an even more heightened arousal than she was getting with just the rubber. Leaving it where it was, she pressed the bristles harder onto her already saturated clit, every stroke sending a jolt through her body as she arched her hips in the air, hoping that she’d be able to hold out for just a little while longer.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sara could see Morrigan also caught up in the act of pleasing herself with just her fingers. They watched each other now, both waiting until the other one fell before hitting their own release. It was a battle of wits, and the torture they both endured was remarkable until Sara finally cracked, having brushed the bristles a little too hard against her clit, the intensity of the move causing the earth shattering orgasm to rip through her, her body falling onto the bed quivering like she had just been electrocuted with 10,000 volts of electricity. Morrigan soon came tumbling down, the echo of her scream resounding throughout the apartment. Her body slumped back in the chair as she sighed with relief that it was finally over.

“Oh, God,” Sara panted as she pulled the brush out of her soaking folds and let it drop to the floor on top of the towel. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, but didn’t dare move the rest of her body as a few more shockwaves from her monster orgasm rippled through her.

“That was intense,” Morrigan agreed. She got up off the chair and wobbled towards Sara, her body quickly falling beside her on the bed as her legs gave way. “I think we deserve a little break,” she added, wrapping her arm around Sara’s waist and pulling her into a warm embrace.

“That we do,” Sara replied, snuggling closer, her head falling into the crook of Morrigan’s neck. She felt warm and safe in her arms, like she did in Ian’s. She trusted them both with her life, something she had never been able to do with anyone else. And now that she had wrapped her mind around the subject of her lover, she began to think back on that morning and that sudden feeling of fear about making a commitment to him. Her muscles tensed again at the thought, prompting Morrigan to look down at her with those knowing blue eyes.

“So, tell me, Sara, why did you call me today?” she asked, looking down at the woman in her arms.

“I missed you,” Sara answered, her voice making it sound more like a shrug.

“I don’t think so,” Morrigan firmly replied. She pushed away from her lover and looked deep into those emerald eyes, searching for the real reason if Sara didn’t provide her with it.

Knowing she was cornered, Sara decided that truth was best, especially since she barely knew how to express it herself. She tried anyway. “I called you because I wanted to get away from thinking about the way I felt for Ian,” she finally said, her voice sounding a little defeated as she looked away from those intense blue eyes. “I love him, and it scares me. I’m so afraid that I’m going to lose him one of these days if I’m not careful.” ‘Or if I can’t protect him with the Witchblade,’ she silently added.

“Oh, baby, don’t say that. I know Ian, and he’d never leave you. From the things he’s told me, I don’t even think death will tear you two apart,” Morrigan tried to comfort her to the best of her ability, “He really loves you. He’d give his life for you if he had to.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Sara muttered under her breath.

“What?” Morrigan asked, unable to hear her.

“Nothing,” Sara answered, averting eye contact.

Morrigan didn’t push it. She knew the hardships that came with loving someone else with a depth no one could even begin to measure. She had felt them herself once, but after all these years had hardened to it, until Sara came along, pushing all these deep feelings out of her once again even though she knew she’d lose her to her best friend. It was a game she played with all her clients, but when detachment became unavoidable, it was time for drastic measures. It was the reason why she had never dared to contact Sara. With the love she felt for the woman, it was best to leave it to what had transpired the first time they had been together. But now that they were together again, sharing these intense intimate moments, it was time to stand up and face the music.

“My friends don’t like him either,” Sara said, pulling Morrigan out of her reverie.

“Why not? He’s such a wonderful man once you get past all that black drab and dangerous profile,” Morrigan retorted.

“But you see they know more about his past and nothing about the present. They think he’s too dangerous for me. For all I know, they still think I hate him, which in turn makes them hate him. So when I tell them I really like him, they’ll tell me I’m crazy and then they’ll try to tear us apart. That’s what I’m really afraid of. I want my friends to get past what they know about him like I did, and get to know him a little better. How am I supposed to do that?” Sara asked, feeling all the less hopeful for her flourishing love.

“You do it slowly,” Morrigan advised. “Give them time to see what he’s really like. If they’re truly your friends, they’ll see how much he’s changed your life. I mean, look at you, you’re so happy. You’re just bubbling.” Morrigan really hadn’t wanted to say any of that, but she didn’t want to lie to Sara either. She was there to be a good friend and lover, not a self centered bitch like she had always pegged herself to be. Besides, it was better to start distancing herself now if she wanted to continue her friendship with both Ian and Sara.

She blushed, the words touching her heart in the deepest of ways. Finding that special someone was something Sara thought she’d never do, but with Ian, everything just seemed so right, so perfect. He understood her unlike any other man she had ever met, and he definitely knew how to please her. But so did Morrigan. Falling in love with another woman was something her normal self wouldn’t do, then again, she wasn’t normal to begin with, and the Witchblade had also taken a liking to this woman, so there had to be some kind of connection there. Maybe there was a way to have both Morrigan and Ian, but that came with so many of its own problems. If only… If only there was some way to make it work without offending either of them.

Sara lay back on Morrigan’s chest, softly sighing as her eyes fell upon the moonlit window. Clouds were slowly beginning to phase out the beautiful silver glow, indicating the storm quickly approaching the city. Maybe it was time to end this evening. How was the only question. Sara didn’t want to be rude by asking Morrigan to leave, even hinting it seemed wrong. But she really didn’t want her to leave. They were having so much fun. The night couldn’t be over so soon. There was still much she wanted to explore, yet so little time to do it in.

*~*~*

Ian pulled up to Sara’s apartment complex, eyeing the green Lamborghini Murcielago parked across from him. ‘Morrigan,’ he quickly assumed, rushing to get out of the car and up the fire escape to see what was going on in the apartment. He knew what he was in for. It was going to be so much better than that morning. Looking up at the menacing clouds looming overhead, he also knew that he didn’t have much time to observe.

When he reached Sara’s fourth floor window, what he saw inside was more than he could ever have imagined. He watched intently, never taking his eyes away from the unfolding scene even as the rain started to pour down and thunder rumbled and broke out all over the city.

*~*~*

“What are you thinking about?” Morrigan asked, noticing the distance in Sara’s eyes as she stared out at the window.

“There’s a storm approaching,” she pointed out.

“Well, then, I’d better be on my way,” Morrigan replied, unwrapping herself from Sara’s grasp as she began searching for clothes on the floor. This was the perfect way to distance herself from this situation once and for all.

“No, not yet,” Sara nearly begged from the bed as she spread herself across it hoping to look as sexy as possible. She wasn’t going to let this slip away. She wanted one more memory just in case they never got to see each other again.

Morrigan glanced over at the beauty posing on the bed looking as hopeful as ever. She had the body of a goddess; lithe, supple, well proportioned, strong, alluring. It was everything she looked for in a woman, and found, but that didn’t mean she was for the taking. She belonged to someone else, her best friend, and she just couldn’t take away his girl. It was against everything she believed, but one more good romp in the sack couldn’t hurt, could it? Morrigan smiled, dropping whatever garments she had picked up off the floor, and said, “Alright, one more fuck, then I really have to go.”

Sara’s smile turned into a full blown grin. She was glad that Morrigan had accepted. For Morrigan, this was going to be an experience they both would never forget. Her steps were light and determined as she approached, bands of light filtered through the blinds expanded across her body landing on her creamy honey touched skin. Sara leaned into her touch as it glided through her hair. Indecipherable patterns over and over again, massaging her scalp, sending waves of pleasure up and down her body. Morrigan giggled lightly as Sara begin to purr like a kitten under her hands. She opened her eyes to meet Morrigan’s gaze, deep blue shaded orbs filled with her laughter. It was beautiful to see her so. She wrapped her arms loosely around Morrigan’s waist and pulled her closer, hearing a slight bump when her knees encounter the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around Sara’s neck and leaned down, resting her head on top of hers.

Sara couldn't resist sliding her hands up Morrigan's hips, just to feel the warmth of her skin. She sighed into her hair, murmuring something that Sara couldn't really make out. She pulled back and they were staring at each other again, but this time there was a definite twinkle in Morrigan's eyes. Sara continued to slide her hands over Morrigan’s body until she reached her breasts. Sara cupped the warm globs and looked up as Morrigan closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards slightly. The pert berry-red nipples were staring Sara in the eye, begging her to taste them. She didn't resist. Sweet. They were undeniably sweet in her mouth, her tongue rolling over them to savor the distinct flavor. A flavor of honey and sugar, all hers. The peak grew hard in her mouth. Morrigan's hands were back on Sara's head, pressing her closer, begging her to continue the tasting. How could Sara deny her that? She moved to the other and did the same. While she tasted one, she didn't leave the other lonely. Her hands cupped it and traced the dark areola. Morrigan's breath hitched when bit down on her nipple with her teeth.

Before Sara knew it, Morrigan had pulled her head away and tilted Sara's head up for a kiss. It wasn't just any ordinary kiss. It was all passion and heat, but slow and unhurried. They had all night. At first, it was just a firm press of lips but then her tongue pushed gently at Sara's wanting entrance. It was pure honey that overwhelms her taste buds when she surrendered. A moan escaped her unconsciously and echoed by Morrigan seconds later. They both felt the heat inside shoot through them like molten fire. Morrigan pushed Sara back onto the bed, climbing on top of her and straddling her hips, but never breaking contact, her hands gripping her hair. Sara could feel her nipples on her bare skin, a whispering touch that begged to be acknowledged.

Sara ran her hands up Morrigan's hips again; her moans steady and low as she caressed her heated flesh. Her stomach muscles clenched rhythmically when Sara's fingertips glided over them. Higher still and she was again fondling those luscious breasts. Her fingers ached to hold them; there was no hesitation on her follow through. The buds hardened instantly at Sara's touch, welcoming her hands like old friends. Morrigan broke the kiss and sat up, and looking down at her, she grabbed Sara's hands and pressed them, squeezed them, to make the touch rougher on her breasts. The look in her eyes was enough to send a spark into Sara's belly.

It seemed Morrigan had had enough of the slow build-up. She swatted Sara's arms away and pined them to the bed. She expected Morrigan to touch her, but she didn't. Instead she climbed off of Sara and stood. Sara moved to sit up but Morrigan stared her back down to the bed. It was nice to see her get a little dominant. Sara watched as Morrigan ran her hands over her body and down her abdomen towards her sex, a glisten being caught by the moonlight off her dampened triangle of curls. Sara couldn't help but lick her lips at the tantalizing sight. Morrigan smiled and grabbed her legs pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.

Morrigan climbed back on top of Sara, straddling her thighs, the sensation of her sex upon her hearted skin indescribable. Her lips met Sara's again and fire erupted throughout her body. She rolled on top of her, lying between her legs, the moans sounding beside her ear. Morrigan's scent, her heat enthralled her senses. Sara slid her lips down her throat, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse. She felt Morrigan's hands run down her back, the nails digging into her skin leaving deep red marks, and whispering, betting for her sweet touch. Sara's tongue ran along her throat, down into the valley of her breasts, assaulted by the sweetness of her nipples as she traced over them, painting them, bathing them with her wet mouth. She felt her stomach quiver suddenly; she was ready. Sara's hand trailed down her body, further still until she came to feel the roughness of Morrigan's curls, the dampness of her passion at her fingers.

Morrigan's legs parted willingly for her, further in invitation for a more intimate, more passionate, more erotic touch. Sara's middle finger traced the slick folds of her pussy, feeling her quiver at her touch. A loud moan sounded in the otherwise silent room. Sara played with her for a while, teasing, drawing moan after moan from her, playing her like a fine concerto. She looked up at Morrigan's face, seeing those deep blue eyes paled by the fading moonlight, darkened with lust. They held the stare as Sara slid her fingers inside her, one, then two. Morrigan moaned and arched her back slightly, clenching, pulling her inside, holding her as she slid in as far as she could go.

She pulled Sara to her, kissing her feverishly as she moved her fingers within, slow and steady. Morrigan's warm juices flowed over her fingers and down her wrists as their tongues tangled. Sara was vaguely aware of Morrigan's hands slipping down her stomach. It was utter ecstasy when she felt her fingers slide into her. She groaned into her mouth while they moved perfectly, one inside the other, both as one. Their movements quickened, their bodies rocking faster against one another, trying to pour all the passion and love they had for each other into a fantastic completion. Morrigan's stomach quivered constantly, her moans growing louder and louder, and her touch becoming harder as well. She drove Sara crazy, making her feel the tension in her own belly building, making her feel her own juices flowing around her fingers. Sara groaned the stars flashing behind her eyes. Faster. Harder. Quicker.

They were both nearly over the edge when Sara glanced over Morrigan's shoulder to see a dark shadow, the rain pelting broad shoulders barely covered by a thin coat, peering through her window. She knew who it was. Her movements increased, as did the volume of her groans. Knowing that her other lover was watching her made the experience all the more erotic. Finally, Morrigan fell. Sara watched her as she lost control. Her mouth opened as a long, loud moan escaped her lips. Her name came floating out at last, sounding almost weak, but strong with emotion. Her fingers curled into her and she too was swept into her. It felt as if her heart was trying to break free of her chest, her breathing became labored. She whispered Morrigan's name over and over again as the waves consumed her. Their slick skins kissed each other as they came down off the waves together. Sara collapsed into Morrigan's arms, her breath hot and still coming quickly. They lay there, quite and still, letting the silence guide them back to a calm peace. Morrigan's hands played with Sara's hair as she traced circled over her abdomen.

“You know, Ian is watching us,” Sara whispered, a smile playing on her lips.

“Really?” Morrigan asked, turning her head in all directions. “Where is he?”

“Don’t look now, but he’s on the fire escape outside,” she answered. Morrigan’s eyes flicked in the direction just as the shadow disappeared behind the wall. She giggled slightly.

“You think it’s time to let him in on our little secret?” she questioned.

“Of course; you don’t want him catching a cold out there in the rain, do you?” Sara replied, standing up from the bed and heading over to the window. Her nakedness didn’t really matter to her. There weren’t many people up at two o’clock in the morning. When she reached the double paned glass, she knocked softly, wondering if he would come out of hiding on his own before she opened up and reached out to grab him. To her surprise, he quickly appeared in front of her, soaking wet, eyes wide, and that surprised yet unbelievably innocent look on his face. He was surprised alright, and after what she had planned in her mind for tonight, that innocence would surly be gone by morning.

Sara pulled the window open and grabbed the lapels of his black jacket, effectively tugging him inside before he even had time to think about what was happening. “Have you resorted to stalking me again?” she asked in a scolding tone even though it came out more mischievous that she intended. “How many times have I told you I don’t like it?” She pointed an accusing finger at him. He didn’t say a word, just stared at her as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me, Nottingham. I just might have to resort to some physical punishment if you keep this act up.” She smiled, an impish gleam shining in her eyes as she looked at him, her fingertips playing up and down his soaking wet shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Ian merely replied, her touch like fire on ice, melting whatever resistance he had built up to her soft ministrations. “Punish me however you like for my sins and I will not repeat them.” He could dish it out just as well as she could, if not better, especially with the remarkable self control he possessed at the moment. Sara’s smile turned into a Cheshire grin as she slinked around to his back and slipped off his wet jacket, letting it drop to the floor with a light slopping sound. Tonight was going to end on a very fun and erotic note. She always wondered what a threesome would be like.

Morrigan almost immediately read Sara’s thoughts from the expression on her face and knew that letting go tonight was going to very hard when this was over. She mentally braced herself for the upcoming events, hoping that saying goodbye face to face was out of the option. Tomorrow she’d put in a transfer to the LA office, leaving New York and the thoughts of Sara behind, as much as she didn’t want to. She held back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes by putting her mind to the task of undressing her favorite boy toy.

Ian stood between the two incredibly beautiful naked women, his senses overpowered by the sensual perfume that radiated off their well toned bodies. He was dazed and confused, wondering how he had gotten himself into this situation and where it was going to lead him. The prospect of bedding two women at once was foreign to him, but entertaining none the less. He just wondered how Sara would take it, seeing him with another woman, their mutual friend to be exact, caught up in a fury of passion.

Before he even had time to think about that, two pairs of hands had already begun their exploration of his body. Sara kneeled in front of him, slowly unbuckling his belt with one hand as the other gently massaged his ever growing erection. Morrigan was behind him, her fingers gently working on unbuttoning his shirt as she gently kissed the side of his neck.

“She loves you,” she whispered into his ear. “She’s just afraid of losing you.”

Ian turned his head to look at her, ignoring whatever Sara had been doing to him with her tongue. “Really?” he whispered back.

“That’s what you wanted me to find out, right?” Morrigan replied.

“Yes,” Ian answered, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, her fingers finally opening the last button of his shirt and gently pulling it off his shoulders. “How’d you manage to get her to call me?”

“I slipped your number into the pocket of her jeans last night.”

“How’d you know she’d call?”

“I had a feeling.”

Morrigan nodded. She placed her hands on his chest, slowly running them over his chiseled abs as she continued to kiss his neck. She told herself to ignore the nagging voice inside her head telling her to ask him what he meant exactly. “What kind of feeling?” she finally blurted out as her hands continued their trail down his abdomen until they reached his hips. They stopped there as she pressed herself up against his back and kissed his shoulder.

“I can see what she’s thinking,” Ian breathed deeply as he replied. She was doing a good job distracting him, but he refused to give in to it.

“You’re psychic?” Morrigan nearly stopped the gently massage she was giving his hips.

“Something like that,” he answered. He could sense the question on her lips, adding, “And no, I can’t see what you’re thinking. It only happens with Sara.”

‘Wow, that’s weird,’ she thought. ‘But then again, I heard that if two people are meant to be together, they can become psychically linked. I guess that’s happened to him, but not her. I know she loves him, but how long is it going to take for her to realize it? Is she still unsure of herself? I seriously hope that she gets a clue soon because I don’t wanna see Ian get hurt.’ Then another thought occurred to her. “Wait, if you say you can see what she’s thinking, then why couldn’t you find out if she loved you or not?”

“That’s where it gets complicated. I can’t see everything. I only see what she allows me to see. Whatever she keeps locked up inside, I can’t get to. I could see her confusing and apprehension, but I couldn’t see anything else,” Ian explained.

“Oh,” Morrigan replied. “So I guess you couldn’t see the reasons for her apprehension either.”

“No,” he said. “I always thought that it had something to do with me.”

Morrigan bit down on her lower lip. The defeat in his voice sounded so clear in her ears. She had to tell him what Sara neglected to before something bad happened. “It’s not you, Ian. It has nothing to do with you. She’s afraid her friends won’t like you.”

“She’s afraid her friends won’t like me?” Ian asked.

“I told her that it didn’t matter what her friends thought of you and to slowly introduce you to them, get them accustomed to the new you because apparently they know about your dirty little past.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get them to regard me as a real person.”

“Good. I wish you the best of luck. Now, let’s get back to what we started,” Morrigan said, feeling the tension building up over Ian’s body. Sara was definitely doing something to make his attention waver. It was about time to let him enjoy himself. They’d finish talking business later.

Sara hadn’t heard a word spoken above her. She was far too focused on lavishing his thick arousal with strong, steady licks followed by a good suckle. Her mind was racing, a million things floating around in it, making her attention waver every so often. She’d overcompensate by trying to give Ian more pleasure, which she realized she had done when his hands grabbed her hair and pulled her in closer, wanting more attention. Sara gave it to him, pushing the thoughts out of her mind to hold on to whatever control she had. He rocked into her, his hips moving in time with her mouth as she continued to suck harder and stronger, her hands grabbing onto his lovely hard ass cheeks.

When she heard him moan her name, Sara knew that it was time to pull away and start giving attention to other parts of his body, leaving that one until last when she was ready to receive it. She began working her way up his abdomen, making sure she placed a soft kiss over each rippling muscle she passed. As she nibbled her way over his chest, she could feel a soft hand gently stroking her back. She reached up and placed her hand on Morrigan’s hip, letting it glide up slowly over her ribcage until it reached one of her soft, luscious breasts, which she took a strong hold of, squeezing and releasing as she continued to kiss her way up Ian’s chest.

Morrigan moaned, her hand massaging Sara’s skull as she massaged her breast as Ian stood nestled between them, enjoying the warmth of their embrace and the pleasure of their kisses. They continued to rub up against each other as Sara found her way to his neck, her lips latching onto his collar bone and sucking lightly then releasing. She made her way to his lips soon after for a hungry kiss.

“Why don’t we move over to the bed?” Morrigan suggested as she pulled away from the two and sat down near the headboard, waiting for them to join her. They followed suit moments later with Sara pushing Ian down near the foot of the bed and climbing on top of him. She soon began to ravage his body with kisses as she pinned his arms to the sides of his head. Morrigan joined in the fun, except she pinned herself to Sara, placing gentle kisses on her back and neck as her hands traced up and down her abdomen and over her breasts, and every once in a while traveling between her legs to softly caress her saturated nether lips. She could hear Sara’s breath catch every time her finger roamed over the silky smooth skin and smiled.

“Mmmm,” Sara moaned, her cheek nuzzled against Ian’s neck as she softly kissed his collarbone. His hands had already began to run along her belly as Morrigan’s found their way to her breasts, cupping them in her palms as her fingers kneaded the nipples. They grew hard in her hands, aching painfully as did her nether lips. She maneuvered her hips in the direction of Ian’s stiff erection, but he denied her the pleasure of impaling herself on top of him as he moved away from her, his hands grabbing a hold of her hips and holding them just barely above him. She whimpered as he sat up to face her.

Ian pulled her into his lap, taking her lips for a deep kiss in the process. Morrigan took her place behind them with her hands still trailing along Sara’s back, her nails gently scraping across her skin making her back arch. She heard the low groan that escaped Sara’s lips as she reached her ass. “More,” she begged, breaking her kiss with Ian and turning her head towards Morrigan. It was their turn for a lip lock as Ian’s mouth began to roam down her neck and towards her right breast, taking the nipple between his teeth and sucking softly. Sara’s back arched higher, her body begging for sweet release, but both Morrigan and Ian were determined to draw this out until the last possible moment.

With her body sandwiched in between both of them, Ian and Morrigan had free reign over the pleasures they gave her. It started off with a few soft, delicate kisses from Morrigan’s end along her shoulders and down her back while Ian continued to fondle her breasts, sucking each one until it was taut and aching as his hand rested just below her navel, his fingers lightly stroking the soft triangle of curls between her legs. Sara moaned at their caresses, her legs wrapping around Ian’s waist as her hands stretched out behind her for better balance. She was desperate to feel him inside her, but now that she had been double teamed, it didn’t look as if it was going to happen soon.

Ian gently leaned into her and managed to spread her out on the bed. Morrigan grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head as she leaned forward to capture Sara’s lips in an upside down kiss. For some reason, that scene from “Spiderman” seemed to pop into her head and she laughed against Morrigan’s lips. But her laugh was soon turned into a moan when she felt Ian kissing his way down her stomach until he reached her saturated nether lips and expertly began to part them with his tongue. He licked his way to her clit, slowly swirling it before latching on and sucking. Sara’s hips bucked violently, her toes curling as she felt her orgasm build to epic proportions. She groaned against Morrigan’s lips, releasing them in an effort to regain some of her control, which was wavering at the moment. Her mind was spinning. Never in her life had she ever expected to have such an encounter. It was amazing, to say the least.

Knowing that she was close to the edge, Ian pulled away, his lips making their way back up her body, his hands remaining on her hips. Morrigan sat up to meet his glimmering golden eyes, a smile present on her lips. She leaned in and kissed him softly before returning to Sara’s lips. She felt her hands roam her torso, grabbing onto her nipples and pinching them, making her moan into Sara’s mouth. The pain was delicious as their tongues continued to tangle. Soon, Morrigan could feel her right hand move further down her body and plunge deep into her hot wet center. Morrigan gasped, pulling away as her hips thrust against her, allowing her finger to go much deeper, caressing her in just the right place. She leaned back down towards Sara to capture her mouth again for a hungry kiss.

Ian had taken Sara’s wavering attention to his advantage. With his lover’s mind on other things, he gently spread her legs and maneuvered himself just above her opening before he took one more quick look at her to see that she was fully engrossed in her kiss with Morrigan before he sank into her. Sara’s eyes shot open as a throaty groan resonated throughout the room. “Oh, God!” she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. When she tried to sit up, Morrigan pinned her down again, her hand grabbing the one nestled within her wet folds to keep it there. She kissed Sara again, to reassure her, beg for her trust. Judging from the return, Sara still trusted them both as she continued to caress Morrigan’s clit with her finger.

With every thrust of Ian’s pelvis, Sara groaned a little louder, her finger stroking Morrigan a little harder, their kisses becoming all the more heated. She was quickly reaching critical mass and could barely hold out any longer. Her climax had built to a delicious ache until finally, with one more powerful thrust, Ian sent her careening over the edge along with him, her scream being muffled by Morrigan’s mouth as she withered with pleasure. Just seeing Sara get off drove Morrigan to her own climax, allowing her to fall onto the bed beside her, head still spinning from the experience.

“Oh, God, that was incredible,” Sara panted as Ian found his way into her arms. She looked over at Morrigan and smiled, mouthing her a silent thank you. This was definitely a night she’d never forget.

*~*~*

Morrigan lay back on the bed, her eyes focused on the ceiling, her mind on the impending departure she would soon have to face. Sara slept peacefully beside her, but Ian remained awake, lying in her arms and watching the ceiling as well. Both remained quiet for Sara’s sake and wallowed in their thoughts for as long as they possibly could before neither one could stand it any longer. Morrigan finally sat up and began picking up her discarded clothing while Ian followed, helping her find whatever she couldn’t. She nodded her thanks, putting on her suit and heading for the kitchen to retrieve the rest of her stuff.

“Ian,” Morrigan whispered, realizing he was still following her. She turned around and glanced over at him. He stared back at her, those lovely golden brown eyes sparkling in the pale light of the lamp beside the couch. She smiled. “You be good to her, okay?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“I’ll miss you guys.” Morrigan turned around again, forcing herself to hold back her tears until she was in her car, but Ian could see right through her and was immediately at her side offering a napkin. “You’re such a sweet man. I know you’re gonna make her the happiest girl in the world.” A single tear fell down her cheek. His thumb traced down its path, wiping it away. “I’ll miss you, so much.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Ian replied. “Just stay, one more day. You make Sara so happy.”

“I can’t…” Morrigan tried to pull free of him, but he wouldn’t let go. “If I stay another day, I’ll never be able to leave. Please, Ian. I love you both so much, and I don’t want to be the third wheel. You have your own lives, and I have mine. But no matter what, nothing will change what happened last night.”

“Will you stay in touch?” he asked.

“Only with you, and you can’t tell Sara. You have to promise me you won’t tell her,” she begged.

“I promise,” Ian answered.

“Could you do me one more favor?” she asked.

“Anything…”

“Put this in a place Sara will find it.” Morrigan slipped a small piece of paper into his hand.

“I will.”

Morrigan smiled. “Alright, I’d better be on my way.” She grabbed her bag on the couch and started to make her way towards the door, but not before turning once again towards Ian and giving him a tight hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. “Bye, bye, sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he softly replied as she slipped out the door.

*~*~*

The sound of rain falling against the window was the first thing Sara heard when she awoke the next morning, her body nicely snuggled against Ian’s, his arms wrapped around her waist and his head nestled in the crook of her neck. The night had been an incredible one that none would probably ever rival, but it did have its drawbacks. She gently pulled herself away from him looking around the room to see where Morrigan had fallen after that final climax only to see there was no trace left of her in the apartment. Sara stood up and went to the window. The Lamborghini was gone. Her heart sank. Morrigan had left without even so much as a goodbye.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, sighing deeply. She knew this moment was coming, she just didn’t think it would be so soon. Sara glanced over at Ian and stood up again, this time grabbing her robe and slipping it over her naked body as she made her way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. On the counter next to the coffee pot she found a small piece of paper with something scribbled on it.

Sara,

I’m sorry I left like I did. I know you understand. I love you and I’ll never forget you, nor will I ever forget last night. You guys have a great life together, and please remember me whenever you’re making love. Goodbye and good luck.

M. L.

Sara resisted the urge to cry as she folded the note and stuck it into the pocket of her robe. This was a fitting end to an exceptional evening. No regrets, no strings attached, no nothing; just a wonderful memory to hold on to for as long as she lived.

Fin!

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