dunder_fic | Make it or Break it: Snippets (Sasha/Emily)

Title: "Rules", "Coaching", "Complete", "Forbidden"
Author: dunderklumpen
Fandom: Make it or Break it
Pairing: Sasha/Emily and one gen
Rating: PG - NC-17
Word Count: All together ca. 900 words.
Summary: Four really short snippets about Make it or Break it and the pairing Sasha/Emily. "Coaching" is about Sasha's thoughts after he met the girls in he hallway. "Complete" is about Emily's thoughts when Sasha put his hand on her neck to encourage her (scene in my icon). Both scenes are from episode 110 "All that glitters". The rest isn't directly related to a special episode.
Disclaimer: Make it or Break it is the property of ABC Family.
Beta: Thanks to

luthien82 and

foreverbm who helped.
A/N: I'm open to all constructive criticism because I'm not a native speaker.

“Rules”

He looked at her, watched how she did her floor routine, how she moved her body to the music. He didn’t know what it was that stirred these feelings in him. Maybe it was her rebelliousness or the way she looked at him with her big brown eyes, seeking confirmation and encouragement. Maybe it was the fact that she gave herself into his hands, trusted him completely. He didn’t know what it was that drew him to her, made him hard just watching her.
With a sigh he forced himself to turn and went to his office. The door closed behind him with a click as he sat down, the lower part of his body covered by the desk. Although he tried, he couldn’t erase the pictures from his mind; Emily and how she moved to the music, the concentration on her face and the smile she gave him when she saw him watching. Hesitating for a moment, he finally moved his hand to cup his hard on. Just the mere touch made him even harder. Without thinking about any consequences he began to stroke his erection through the thin layer of fabric, but it wasn’t enough.
He opened his pants and freed his cock, all the while stroking it. His breath came heavy and his head dropped back as he closed his eyes. He saw her again, felt her firm body under his. His lips on her breast; his tongue on her soft skin. She writhed under him, panting, murmuring his name over and over again. He was in her, hot and tight, while she arched her back, tried to get him deeper inside. Her fingers dug into his skin and their breaths mingled when he finally kissed her.
With a sharp intake of breath he came messily over his hand. Hearing only his heavy panting in the silence of his office he waited; waited until every ounce of pleasure had left his body. He took out some tissues and cleaned himself up. His gaze went to the still closed door and he sighed quietly. With a feeling of restlessness he bent over and let his forehead touch the cold wooden surface of the desk.

Damn it,’ he thought and saw the image of Emily vividly before his mind's eye, ‘damn it, damn it, damn it!’

***

“Coaching”

A small smile tucked at the corners of his mouth.
‘Kelly Parker’s head’ – he bet it was… or would be. He sighed and continued on his way to his room, the image of the girls in their pyjamas still on his mind. Sometimes he forgot that they still were stupid teenagers. Even worse: stupid teenage girls! He honestly didn’t want to know what they were up to unless it interfered with their competition. However, he was sure whatever they planned, they would be in bed on time to be fit and prepared for tomorrow. Openly grinning, he reached for the doorknob to his room. He hadn’t known how much he had missed coaching, how much he had missed to help, guide and form young athletes. Yes, he was their coach but at the same time he saw himself as kind of a father figure. A warm feeling spread in his stomach and he swallowed dryly. He would make sure that the girls did their best – he would help them win.

***

“Complete”

She felt his hand on her neck. Long, slender fingers lingered warm against soft skin. She breathed in, willing to control herself and make the myriad of butterflies in her stomach disappear. It did not help that his thumb stroked up and down, that he unconsciously caressed her. It sent shivers down her spine and gave her goose bumps all over. She closed her eyes and for a split second she allowed herself to wallow in his presence, to breathe him, taste him and stay close to him – she simply enjoyed the feeling of finally being complete.

***

"Forbidden"

He stood at the balustrade and his gaze drifted through the gym. It was caught by her movements. She was on the floor and worked through her new routine. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't recognized M.J. until she spoke.

"I know that look,” his former girlfriend said and stood next to him. "I know that look so well."

He sighed silently and went into his office. That wasn't a conversation he wanted to have. But she ignored his wishes, followed him into the small room and shut the door.

"I know that look so well because years ago you used to look at me like that."

He didn't answer but sat down heavily. She gave him a small smile and came closer.

"I know you, Sasha,” she continued. "I know that you are a man of principles." She paused for a moment while she stood directly in front of him and watched his reactions closely. "You're a man with a strong moral code. You would never, ever act on your feelings. You will treat her like all the others. You will yell at her if she doesn't do what you want, you will comfort her if she loses, you will train her and make her a better athlete. And every time you do so, another part of you will die a slow and painful death."

She looked into his eyes; saw the turmoil of emotions hidden behind a solidly built wall. She reached out and tenderly put her hand to his cheek.

"If you need to speak - I'm here."

It was an offer of friendship that forced a smile to his face. She smiled back and caressed his cheek before she left the room and left him alone with all his forbidden thoughts and all his forbidden feelings.