I must.

"Fate?" I ask, "Maybe it is fate. Maybe, when this building was built, it was built so that one day we would come here." Sara's breath starts to quicken as I speak.

"Maybe we were supposed to meet, and the only way it could happen was for our lives to run the courses they have. All the pain and sadness, all the fear and loneliness, everything we have ever felt, was so one day you would come into my office and ask for help." Sara began to tremble and her feel her heart beating quickly as I pull her close.

"It was worth it." I say as I embrace her, "Fate or no fate, it was all worth it, even it was only for me to hold you now. I would go through my entire life again just for this moment."

I kiss Sara softly on her lips. She kisses me back with a tenderness that floods my soul. "Whisper, let's make this moment last a lifetime."

I hear thunder in the distance as I lean Sara back onto the couch. I kiss her chin, her ears, and her neck with as slow and as gentle a touch as I can. I can feel her warm breasts through our shirts. She runs her hands up and down my back with the soft touch only a woman has. Our mouths meet again. Our tongues touch and then wrap around each other in a mirror of our bodies.

I pull back and take off my shirt. Sara’s eyes go wide as she sees the scars all over my body. She begins to say something but I put a finger to her mouth and say, “The scars don’t matter, the only thing that matters now is us.” She nods her head and kisses my finger. She unbuttons her blouse. I don’t make a move, I just watch as her fingers work their way down and the blouse opens up. She rolls the blouse off her shoulders and I see her breasts, rising and falling with each breath, cradled in her white satin bra.

I run my fingers down her torso and over her navel. Her body trembles very slightly at my touch. Elric must not have touched her in a long time for her to be so sensitive to such light stimuli. The man must be a fool.

She takes hold of my hands and moves them up to her breasts. I walk my fingers across the exposed skin and over her covered nipples. The feeling causes her to give me a little smile and she reaches back and unhooks her bra. She lifts her arms straight into the air and I lift the bra up and off of her. Tossing it aside, I gaze at her exposed breasts.

Her pale white skin has no tan lines, and a freckle occasionally dots her body. Her breasts are full, but not huge. They lay down as she does, and the light brown nipples, fair and slight, become hard as I trace circles around them. Each and every freckle I find, I kiss, a soft openmouthed kiss that causes Sara to whisper words of pleasure.

I cup and delicately kiss each breast as she gently strokes the back of my neck with her loving fingers. Sara brings me up to eye level and says, “Whatever you want to do Whisper, just ask it.”