She looked up at him, her long hair swept back into a messy ponytail, wearing nothing but one of his baggy T-shirts and a pair of boxers. His lucky white boxers covered with green clovers, and Lincoln could contain himself no longer. Before he could stop himself he had her pressed against the wall, kissing her fiercely and barely even noticing how hard she was kissing him back. Together they fell onto the bed, and Sara wrapped her legs around his hips as he explored her mouth, tasting every inch of it as though it were his last day on Earth. Their clothed bodies entwined as they hungrily kissed, never wanting to let go now that their sexual frustration had been unleashed. Lincoln's hand travelled down and slipped easily through the slit of the boxers, finding Sara's curls and rubbing hard. She gasped into his mouth but he continued to kiss her determindely, desperately. He wanted it to last forever, wanted to thrust into her so hard that she screamed and he still wouldn't stop, but he couldn't. Slowly but surely, the kiss came to an end and he removed his fingers from her throbbing clit. For the first time since he walked into the room, he looked into her eyes, and she stared back, searching. Neither spoke, but just lay in each other's arms for a while until Sara brought up a hand to touch Lincoln's cheek. He momentairly closed his eyes and when he opened them she had moved in to kiss him. This time was gentler, despite the strain on Lincoln's pants and the wet patch on the crotch of Sara's boxers. They knew it was wrong, Michael would be heartbroken if he ever found out, but after weeks of working up sexual tension, neither Lincoln nor Sara cared. When Sara pulled away it was only to remove the T-shirt and boxers, and Lincoln watched intently as she did, taking a condom from his pocket in readiness. Sara smiled when she saw and reached out to unzip his pants.

"Let me." She said, and she took the condom from his hands.

Lincoln gasped when she took hold of his hard member and painfully slowly slid the condom on. She removed her T-shirt equally slowly, fully aware of Lincoln's stare, and tossed it aside.

"Are we really gunna do this?" He asked as she lay back against the pillows.

She smiled.

"Yes." She said simply, and he descended onto her lips once again.