<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>For the first time since Devon had disappeared into the dunes, she was awoken from her numb grief and unrelenting anxiety. She felt<em>good</em>, perhaps not emotionally, but physically - exquisitely so. The guilt, loss, and fear that had settled into her chest was expelled in one blissful breath as their lips parted all too abruptly. A kind of quiet she had never experienced settled over the busy rabble of her thoughts. Sara had spent so long trapped within the perpetual motion of her own mind, she'd all but forgotten she had a body until it was suddenly pulsating - warm, creeping, agonizing. As soon as the soon as the consuming sensation had reached her every muscle, her ever pore, it was gone again, retreating into the cold empty space strategically placed between them.<br/><br/>When she looked at him, she wanted him. For far too long she'd denied that simple truth, and was made to wonder if Dom had been aware of it all along. She didn't think - Didn't carefully weigh out her options or consider the repercussions of her actions. In fact, she willed herself not to. There was only room for the need of that fleeting pleasure-as profound as a parched wandered in the wastes craved water.<br/><br/>Knowing her stubborn digits had long lost the battle against her buttons, she simply slid her shirt over her head, slowly allowing it to fall on the floor, leaving her entirely exposed from the waist up. Her pert breasts, just large enough to fill a man's palm, hardly merited more support then a tight undershirt, and since Sara spent the better part of her time buried underneath over sized clothing, she rarely bothered with more then that. Even in the darkness of the bus' shadows her milky flesh glowed.<br/><br/>She walked to him, unable to bring herself to move on her fours. This, of course, only made the task of kneeling before his substantially greater height all the more daunting. She required further incentive to find the courage. Gingerly she extended her hand so that the backs of her fingers rested against the stone flesh just beneath his navel before beginning a slow grazing descent to his pant-line. She drew a long breath, wavering on the spot before dropping to a knee, then the other, bringing her to unsettling eye-level with his crotch - close enough to feel his heat.  She looked up, pupils dilating as if they could not get large enough to take him in.