Just Shut Up

"Aaarrrggh!!!" Sarah threw the empty soda can at the closed door, followed by the remote control, and an empty medicine bottle that had been sitting on the end table.

Scott frustrated her to no end. She understood why he left - understood the frustration he felt - but it still pissed her off.

"What do you expect? We both leave our responsibilities behind and run away?" His last words echoed through her mind. Of course she didn't expect that. Did she?

"Aaaarrgh!" she screamed again, another random object suddenly flying towards the door.

"Ow!" The exclamation made Sarah jump.

"Scott." Embarrassment, anger and disbelief all fought for control within her eyes.

"Correct," came the sarcastic remark. "What did the TV Guide do to you?" he crossed the room, handing her the latest object that she had made fly across the room.

"Um, nothing," she stumbled. "Nothing good on."

"Never is."

"Scott..."

"We already covered that."

Sarah gave a small smile. "Will you please let me finish?"

Scott took another step closer to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Just shut up, Sarah." Before she could respond, Scott leaned down, claiming her lips with his own. His kiss was gentle, yet demanding, and she answered by kissing him back with as much demand and determination.

She pulled his lower lip between hers, sucking softly, her body pressing closer to his. She'd wanted this for years - even before she realized exactly what it was she wanted. It had always been him. Yes, she'd tried to disguise it; she'd found others to pass the time. Even married one. That was a mistake. Abusive ass. But Scott? Scott had always been in the back of her mind - was always the one she dreamed of late at night, when she was lonely. Scott was always the one she thought of when she felt the need to pleasure herself. And now here he was, kissing her like she'd wanted for so long.

Scott, his hands still resting on her shoulders, pushed her from him slightly, staring down into her deep passionate eyes. Sarah could see the uncertainty in his gaze, could feel the heat coming from between his legs, could hear the uneven, short breaths he was taking. She hesitated for just a moment before reaching up to press her lips against his again. Her hands slid down his chest until they reached the bottom of his shirt.

Sarah pulled the shirt over his head, then connected their lips again, kissing him deeper as she let her hands wander over his now-bare chest. Her actions quickened both his heart rate and his response, and he found himself quickly unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders. His mouth slipped from hers, allowing himself room to plant small kisses down her neck and over her now bare shoulders.

Sarah trembled, her knees almost giving out on her as his lips found their way to one of her hardened nipples. Scott groaned, the vibration of his action causing Sarah to tremble and push herself against him even harder.

"Shh," Scott soothed, flicking his tongue over her taut nipple. Sarah thrust against him with each flick of the tongue. Scott led her backwards until her legs were against the couch. She looked up at him, started. Scott only smiled as he pushed her back until she was laying down, his lips never leaving her breasts. As he continued swirling his tongue around her nipples, each one in turn, he allowed his hand to slide down her stomach, and slip inside her pajama bottoms. He could feel her heat, and felt himself get even harder.