Chapter 5

Ki pounded on the door for a third time. “God damn it Sara, if you don't open this fuckin' door right now I'm gonna kick the son of a bitch in,” he yelled a fierce scowl marring his handsome features. When he didn't hear any movement from within he dropped his bag next to the door preparing to do just as he threatened.

The door opened showing Sara standing there with an annoyed expression on her face. “Well what the fuck do you want?”

“Apparently we're sharing the room tonight, your psychotic friend kicked me out of mine,” he informed her picking up his bag.

“That's your tough luck,” she returned letting the door go to fall shut behind her as she turned away from it and him.

Instead the door was thrown open causing her to turn and look. Absently he noted that she had already ditched her hoodie and shoes. “I don't think so,” he growled slamming the door shut behind him. “I'm not about to sleep in the fuckin' car because you two bitches can't get along.”

"Oh stop acting like you had nothing to fuckin do with this. She's pissed at both of us though why she gives a rats ass about us ribbing the kid..." Suddenly Sara remembered their earlier conversation and her fingers curled into the palms of her hands, nails biting into the flesh. "I'll fucking kill her!"

Ki raised an eyebrow at the outburst. “And why exactly are you gonna kill her? It's not her fault you decided to throw her out of this room.”

Sara looked at him like he'd lost his fucking mind. “You didn't just meet us,” she snapped angrily. “When has Tara, or I for that matter, ever taken it easy on any of you guys?” she questioned in a deceptively mild tone.

Ki cocked his head as he contemplated the question. Searching his memory for any recollection of either of the girls being anything but a condescending bitch. In all the times he'd worked shows with them he couldn't recall a single instance. "Well never, but what the hell does that have to do with this?"

The raven haired woman looked up at the ceiling beseechingly. “Whatever it is I'm most heartily sorry,” she muttered before dropping her gaze back on the man currently invading her space and her thoughts. “Even you can't be that oblivious,” she sneered giving him a prolonged once over to emphasize her point.

The meaning finally hit him "Ah...lucky fucker. Half the boys in the back are dying to get a piece of that." he said without thinking.

Sara didn't even give herself time to reconsider it, she reached up pulling the pencil from her hair. She swung her arm and if Ki had been a moment slower would have been stabbed in the shoulder. As it was the pencil was embedded in the wall with a very irate woman glaring murderously at him.

Angrily Ki grabbed both the young woman's wrist spinning them so that he had her pinned to the wall. “What the fuck,” he demanded in a deep bass growl.

“That is precisely why we aren't nice to you fuckers,” Sara hissed as she tried to wrack him.

He turned his hips blocking her attempt from first one side then the other. His fingers bit into her wrists as he used his legs to keep her pinned to the wall. He was having a tough time holding on to his anger with her soft curves pressed so intimately against him.

Struggling against him Sara felt the blood pound through her veins. "Fucking let me go!" she hissed.

"No!" was the sharp retort.

"I'm gonna fuckin kill you Ki."

His face was a fraction of an inch from hers "That is precisely why I'm not letting you go. Damn bitch already tried to stab a motherfucker."

It was at that exact moment that she realized how close he really was. Her body also chose that moment to notice how good he felt pressed against her. Her blue green eyes dropped to those oh so kissable lips. She barely managed to keep from whimpering as his tongue darted out to wet them.

She stopped struggling and let the resistance drain from her body. Coyly she looked up at him through her lashes "What if I promise to play nice," she purred throatily.

"You do not know how to play nice." He returned smoothly, "Which is precisely the way I like it." He knew he was playing with fire. If he'd misread the electricity dancing throughout the room he was likely to loose a precious appendage. He let go of one hand and brought it up to catch her chin in his grasp. Forcing her head up he licked his lips once before descending on her like a rabid animal. Sara could feel his teeth behind his lips as he crushed them against her half open mouth.

This time Sara didn't even try to stop the whimper before it could come out. Her free hand automatically reached for the back of his head fingers dancing over the soft stubble. She let her tongue trace the seam of his lips.

Ki surprised her by sucking her lower lip between his nipping it sharply. She let out a low sound that was part pleasure and part pain even as she rolled her hips against his. Her hand slid down the back of his neck dancing teasingly under the collar of his shirt raking his skin with her nails.

His hands found the hem of the baby doll tee she was wearing and roughly shoved it up, exposing the milky expanse not contained by the scarlet bra. "Oh fuck." He hissed in appreciation before burying his face in the warmth of her heaving chest. Licking and nipping at the flesh under his mouth he quickly learned which drew whimpers and which drew moans.

“Oh God,” Sara groaned as she drew her lower lip into her mouth. She ground her lower body against his hard throbbing length. One hand clutched the back of his head the other was wrapped around his shoulders. She continued to roll her hips against him desperately seeking some sort of relief.

Ki scooped her into his arms and moved to the bed, he all but dropped her before following her down. Neither had the patience to apply the art of seduction as hands grasped, pushed and shoved clothing out of the way.

Their nude bodies were pressed together so tightly not even a slip of paper could come between them. The pair shared a look that said if there were any doubts now would be the time to voice them. The moment stretched then without warning Ki sank home. A scream was torn from Sara's throat as she threw her head back eyes squeezing shut.

Slowly he withdrew only to slam back into her hot tight wet sheath. He knew the combination would quickly drive her to the brink of insanity. The way she wrapped her legs around his waist and the way she arched up to meet his thrusts told him it wouldn't take much to set her off.

Sara's eyes flicked open and locked with his as he invaded her body. Their intense gazes left no room for doubt that this is what they had both secretly wanted from the first time they had ever laid eyes on one another. Ki braced himself on one arm as he used the other to smooth the jet black strands of hair from her face.

She ran her hands up his well muscled arms to loop around his neck. Her fingers splayed over the back of his neck using her nails to claw lightly at his skin. The action drew a shiver from the man above her. She licked her lips smirking slightly when he unconsciously mimicked the action.

"You're not gonna stab me now are ya?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own.

“Only if you leave me hanging,” she managed to pant, her fingers digging into his skin.

In answer the man above her thrust his hips, driving his length deeper into her welcoming body. "Fuck me," she cried as he moved quickly inside of her. She felt the tightening of every muscle in her body as the climax gathered.

Ki stared down at the woman under him taking great pride in the ecstasy playing over her face. The low needy sounds she emitted was like music to his ears. He drove his body into hers again and again his hand dropping to her hip forcing her to meet his punishing rhythm. He dipped his head burying his face in the hollow of her neck his teeth nipping at the skin.

Sara felt every inch of her being throbbing with need. This had been coming for a long time and now the reality of being joined to the man that had invaded her most intimate dreams was overwhelming. The wave crested and she drug her nails down his back as his teeth sank into the soft skin of her shoulder.

Her head was thrown back her eyes squeezed shut his name issuing from her lips. Millions of tiny colored lights danced behind her closed lids as her muscles pulsed around his driving length. She held him close riding out her orgasm as his rhythm took on an uneven quality. Moments later she felt him drive as deep as her body would let him every muscle in his body locking as he surrendered to his own release.

They lay in the darkness, breathing beginning to even, heartbeats slowly returning to normal and Sara wondered if she would ever be normal again.

In the back of his mind he wondered where to go from here. He respected her abilities far too much to let something like this get out. While on the other hand he couldn't go back to acting as if he hated her, which had seemed to work so well for both of them.

He reached for her and pulled her body flush against his. He'd deal with it in the morning, for now he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of her next to him.

Sara let him hold her close settling into the hollow of his shoulder slinging one leg over both of his. She breathed a contented sigh pushing all thoughts of tomorrow from her mind as sleep came to claim her.