In truth, the alcohol was hitting Sara , too. It seemed to be slowly creeping up on her, but she was never more certain of anything in her life than she was right now. She wanted him to kiss her, and she wanted to make up for every moment up until then that had been yanked out from under them. 

"You look like an angel." she murmured, letting her fingers trace the line of his handsome face. He really did. Maybe it was the light, or the alcohol, but Sarah would have sworn there was a halo of light around him. Without letting another moment pass, Sarah moved into his lap, facing him, and crushed her lips against his. 

Will shrugged innocently as her fingers played over his face.

"Who said I'm not?

But as Sarah slid onto his lap, Will's thoughts were far from angelic. As he tilted his head back and Sarah kissed his jawline, he tried to keep the mood light; he knew what he wanted, and he thought he knew what Sarah wanted, but he didn't want to force things. It was easier to hold back when his eyes were pointed at the ceiling or closed.

"I've been wanting to get you alone for so long, I've almost forgotten what I wanted to do now that it's here..."

Opening his eyes, he drank in the sight of her, remembering very quickly the many, many things he'd wanted to do with her. His hands, alternately gentle and desperate for her, ran over her body like water.

His hands slid around her, the bottom of her dress hiked high on her thighs as he held grasped her lithe hips. Sarah reached up and pulled two pins from her hair, allowing the waves scarlet locks to cascade around her bare shoulders and graze his neck while she continued to shower him with sensual kisses. 

"I couldn't stop thinking about it. The thought of being with you, feeling you...it has been my every thought. I nearly kicked the attorney out of his own conference room." 

She gave an almost evil giggle as she let both her hands slide up and cradle his face. With her lips a breath away from his, she locked eyes with him and whispered to him. 

​​​​​​"You have me, now. Show me what you want. Show me everything."

In her recent past, Sarah had been taken advantage of. She hadn't been given a choice. But with Will, she felt as if none of it had ever happened. She was new again; untainted, and fully alive. If her wistful voice didn't convey her desire, or the palpable rhythm of her heart beating against his chest, her sparkling green eyes were as clear and pleading as they could be."

"Show me what you want. Show me everything."

Will pushed all other thoughts from his head; as her hair fell down Will ran a curious hand through it, gently parting the strands. She would be an instrument in his hands, and he was a master musician. But first, there were the quiet moments before the music: the warming of the instruments, the sound of the bow sliding against the strings...

He gently helped her stand up, following closely behind her. Wordlessly, he turned and opened up the sofa bed, spreading the blanket across it. He wanted her, and he wanted her to feel the weight of the desire in his eyes before he touched her again. He stood there, willing himself to stand still, as he slowly removed his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt, casting both aside. He was thin, not as muscular as Gavin was at his age, but he was still lean and wiry and pleasing to look at.

Then her eyes seemed to demand action- so he acted.

"Turn around."

He moved to her and forced himself to kiss her softly, slowly, moving ten times slower than he wanted to but reveling in the sensations. He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders until he could feel her shiver, building desire as he slowly unzipped her dress, trailing a line of kisses down her back back before standing and sliding his naked arms around her. She could feel him behind her as his arms snaked up to her chest and he kissed her neck in a way that evoked a vampire- although instead of draining life from his victim, he seemed to be imbuing her with it.

There was no question now. Sarah was overcome with desire that burned in her like wildfire. His touch, his breath, his body - all dizzyingly intoxicating. She wanted more. The moments weren't coming fast enough, yet all too fleeting at the same time. 

Unable to stand it any longer, Sarah took a sight step away from Will and turned to face him. In doing so, her unfastened dress fell to the floor. Left only in a bustier, panties, and thigh-high nylons, Sarah gave Will a smoldering, lusty gaze before she placed both hands on his chest and shoved him back onto the bed. In a flash, she was straddled over him, her lips covering his chest with kisses as her hands fiddled with the buckle of his belt.

Will felt Sarah's hands go for his belt and wrench it out of the loops; with a grin, he pushed upward against Sarah, unbuckling and sliding off his pants as best his could as his feet adroitly removed his socks. Lowering himself back down to the bed, he felt himself separated from Sarah by only a thin layer of cotton. He smirked at her, trying his best to play it cool.

"You look so good... I'm not sure whether I want to just stare at your or start unwrapping you."

​​​​​​Sarah shook her head, smirking. Leaning down so her lips were right beside his ear, she whispered. 

"Well, while you try to decide, I'm going to take... some initiative."

Her hands traveled from his shoulders down to his chest, where they stopped, but her lips continued a downward trajectory. Soon, all that was visible for Will Byrne was the top of a gorgeous red head of hair.

Will leaned back, resting his his behind his head and taking a deep, satisfying breath. He maintained his focus and as long as he could. Approaching the end of his restraint, he glanced down at Sarah and felt the waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm him. Gently, he tapped the back of her head to get her to stop.

"That was amazing, I-"

Sarah only seemed to grow more intensely focused as Will tapped her head slightly harder. His voice contained an element of urgency.

"Sarah, I'm going to-"

As he started to lean up, her hands went to his flat stomach and pushed him back down against the bed. He started to shrug, but his senses suddenly overloaded and the world was lost in a pleasurable cloud of satisfied lust. He wasn't sure how long it was until Sarah sighed up and continued kissing his eyes, but his blue eyes blinked as he ran a hand through her hair.

"That was- amazing. It's going to take me a while before I... well, you know. I plan on making that wait very, very enjoyable to you. Give me a minute. If you're wearing anything when I get back, I'll be very disappointed."

Sliding away from her, he walked into the bathroom for a minute, feeling Sarah's eyes watching him leave.

After Will had disappeared into the bathroom, Sarah collapsed back onto the mattress, a huge smile beaming on her face as she sighed heavily and happily. Her heart was fluttering. Being near him, being with him...she had imagined it would be wonderful, but the feeling was so much more. 

She lifted her feet up and shimmied off her nylons, tossing them over the back of the couch. Next went the brasserie and matching bottoms.

Once all items had been removed, Sarah tugged the sheet up and let it fall just barely over her, teasingly really, and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she waited for him to return. 

Will raised an eyebrow at himself in the mirror as he washed up. Quite the girl. He was surprised, obviously pleased, and he firmly intended to return the favor.

He stepped out of the room with purpose but found himself stuck to the ground as he saw Sarah in the moonlight; the sheet was draped over her, the whiteness of the linen sharply contrasting with her hair. 

Will, comfortable despite the total lack of clothing, whistled lowly and admiringly at her. 

"You're beautiful..."

They were the only words he said for the next forty five minutes. He started gently, drawing Sarah's pleasure out of her with slow, patient, teasing gestures. She started out laughing, but soon her commentary faded away to panting breaths and unconscious moans. When she begged for it, Will fully returned the favor, and his own desires began to reawaken as her fingers held on desperately to his hair and her moans and sighs turned to ecstatic shouts.

Completely lost in a whirlwind of sensations, Sarah must have moaned his name a hundred times; wistfully singing his name into the darkness. Her hands barely knew where to go; raking their his hair or her own, or wildly grasping at the sheets below her. 

She couldn't tell how much time had passed when she fell back against the pillow, but she couldn't care less. The sheet lay across her, only half covering her rapidly rising and falling chest as she caught her breath. Her fingers found some part of him and gently brushed over his skin.

"You...you are...magnificent." 

Sarah's lips curled into a smile. 

Looking down at her in the moonlight, Will couldn't help but move. He rested his chest over Sarah's and moved slowly toward her. They shared their breath, slowly linking their exhalations and their movements as they incrementally built up speed. Neither one of them was thinking rationally at this point; they existed as joined bundles of oversensitive nerves, and for the next ten minutes they existed in a blissful state of shared, numbing pleasure- even joy. 

When Will paused for a moment, Sarah reached up to his face and kissed him, gently guiding him off her to the side. As she looked down at them, they both seemed to lose their rhythm, instead consumed with a hunger that ached deep within both of them. Sarah mounted him quickly arching her back as she felt him, and Will reached up to trace his hands over her perfect form. 

After a shared release, both breathing heavily, they curled up next to each other, sharing brief eye contact and sheepish grins before drifting off to sleep.

Will woke up and the city was silent outside, seemingly somewhere between two or three in the morning. 

He went to the bathroom quietly before returning, watching Sarah sleep. It was the gentlemanly thing to do: let her rest undisturbed.

Will watched her for another minute before deciding being a gentleman was overrated. There was a brief, passionate encounter before they fell asleep in each other's arms. 

When Will awoke again, sunlight was streaming through the window and Sarah was curled up next to him. Sighing contentedly, Will took another moment to appreciate her aesthetic appeal before silently slipping off the bed to get dressed. Still looking disheveled in his pants and undershirt, Will froze as he heard a noise from the hall. 

A... growling? Was there an animal? An angry man? 

Will listened for a long time, but he couldn't see anything through the viewing hole.

Grimacing, he opened the door- only to be greeted by a snoring Kate Logan, who fell backwards into the room when the door she was sleeping against was opened. 

Blinking confusedly, she looked up at Will.

"Hey loverboy. Hope you crazy kids had fun last night. I've been sleeping in the hall for hours..."

She yawned, still lying on the floor.

"... think this deserves some bonus pay."

Sarah had slowly begun to awaken after Will got out of bed, but shot up like a rocket when she heard the door open and a thud like someone dropped a sack of potatoes. With the sheet wrapped haphazardly around her, Sarah shuffled toward Will, rubbing her eyes and nearly stepping on Kate. 

"What the...? Why are you on the floor?" 

Confused and dry-mouthed, Sarah offered a hand to help Kate up. 

"I need coffee. You look like you could use coffee. Will? Coffee?" 

Parts of the night before was a blur; but other parts, the best parts, remained with her like a sweet dream your mind lets you remember. Still wrapped only in the sheet, Sarah put on the kettle and headed for the bedroom to get dressed. Passing Will, she reached out and squeezed his hand playfully before continuing into her room.