— RARE AND SWEET /*

he was a physical man. always had been lascivious. even at an older age, he still felt a desire that couldn't be sated. sometimes his libido couldn’t be matched. then sometimes he was too stressed, too busy to be able to get the release he needed. finding sara had been a relief. finding someone that wanted him had been a relief. if he tried, it wasn’t hard to find someone willing to let him take them on a date, but sometimes, he just wanted to get the politesse of dating out of the way. sometimes he just wanted to know what he was getting and where it was coming from. sara, for her part, wanted him just as much. 

surprisingly, she wanted him just as much. saul didn’t understand what she saw in him. she was young, a recent mother, incredibly beautiful, extraordinarily kind. she had a whole future ahead of her, a whole world open to whatever she wanted to do. saul was over the hill. he was still attractive, at least he believed so, but the man that looked back at him in the mirror was not the same man that looked back at him ten years ago. five years ago, even. certainly not twenty years ago. to have her sit next to him in that dress, biting her lip like it wasn’t driving him crazy...

she had suffered, too. but probably not as much as he had.

any response to the information about her empty house was cut off by the uninvited appearance of michelle bryant. any other time he would’ve been more welcoming; he loved to hear about how his former clients were living their best lives post-divorce, that they were happy with his work. right now, he wanted to quit being a lawyer so he’d never be interrupted out in public again. ms. bryant was perfectly nice, at least he thought he remembered her being nice, but he just wanted her to leave and pretend she never saw them. not when he had half a mind to grab sara and pull her behind the equipment room. 

“oh, it’s so nice to meet you, sara. are you a client of saul’s, too?” michelle smiled, head tilted. did she want her own piece of gossip for the providence peak rumor mill? or was she generally curious? saul couldn’t tell, and he was generally very good at reading people.

“ah-ah, michelle! attorney-client privilege.” saul chastised teasingly, giving michelle a playful wink. 

michelle laughed it off and turned her attention back to sara at her next question. “it was a lot of fun! lot better turn out than last year. did you see that girl get hit in the face with the baseball?” 

saul laughed when it happened, but he was pretty sure it was either phoebe or her friend that happened to, he couldn’t tell between the two tiny brunette specks he saw from the bleachers, so he tried to keep it to just once. still, he didn’t want to be rude, so he nodded and smiled politely. with sara seated next to him again, he reached behind him and placed a hand on sara’s shoulder blade. his fingers slipped through her hair cascading down her back, but from the front, it looked like he was giving her shoulder a friendly squeeze. “i actually have to take sara back to my office—attorney-client business, you understand. but i’ll see you soon, ms. bryant. we’ll have lunch.” saul rose from his seat and held out his hand for michelle to take, desperate for her to get the hint and leave without making a fuss.

If it weren't for Aarti's influence, the petite brunette was certain that she would have been one hell of a boring child and teenager.

With Saul, though? Fuck... she wanted to rip his clothes off and breathe fire into his lungs just like he'd been doing with her. She wanted his body pressed to hers, hips rolling against hers, stealing sounds not many had been able to provoke lately... not that Sara was actually sleeping with many people. Lucky for her, she had her hands full will Saul and Hyun Woo. One represented everything she once had... one, meant the comfort in knowing the other person, the easiness in having someone's body all mapped out, their likes, what made them tick, what had them begging her not to stop. The other, however, represented everything that she had never had: the thrill of the hunt, the dire need, the shivers in the secrecy. Whatever Saul wanted, Saul took, and Sara happily let him take. She craved for him, she craved for that need she sensed coming from him.

She craved to be wanted, to be desired, to be worshipped.

All of those thoughts were pushed aside with the presence of a second woman in the mix. One that was happily trying to make conversation while Sara's skin burned in anticipation, screaming to be touched by the man sitting beside her, tingling to have his lips kissing ever inch her clothes were covering. "Aw, I did. I saw that..." The short-haired brunette forced a smile, trying to seem as sweet as she usually was with people. "I feel so terrible for her. I hope she's okay." Which was true. Sara couldn't remember if she'd seen the other brunette before, but chances were, she had. Still, it was so worrisome to have someone hurt themselves like that.

His touch distracted her. It emptied out her mind as soon as his fingers ghosted against the exposed skin of her back and Sara drew in a deep breath through her nose, once again, pressing her lips tightly onto one another and preventing her from letting out an unwanted moan that would have ruined their facade entirely. "Oh, of course!" Ms. Bryant took Saul's hand with a smile and gave it another firm shake, before waving her hand towards several rows of cars parked nearby. "The kids are waiting for me by the car! I just wanted to stop by and say hello! It was nice meeting you, Sara." She then shifted said smile to Sara, who smiled back and stood up from the bleachers to that Ms. Bryant's hand with both of hers again. "Likewise, Ms. Bryant! Have a wonderful day."

As they watched the woman leave them alone, Sara trapped another chuckle between her lips as she bit softly on her bottom, red-tinted one and looked up at Saul, before playfully smacking his arm. "Do you know how hard it was not to react to your touch just now?" With a playful eye roll, Sara shook her head as she whispered those words to her current companion, then brushing her short strands behind her ears. "You make things very hard for me sometimes, Saul Weissberg." She told him, again, still on the same hush-hush tone, before starting to climb down the bleachers. "Would you mind giving me a ride home? I didn't drive here." Her tone was loud enough for passersby to hear, which, would have been perfectly normal to ask, considering they did know each other. And well... maybe they could go somewhere safely away from prying eyes and continue their — conversation. / @saulweissberg

Time taken: 2.7 hours

Reference: Unknown

enjoyed it until two weeks ago, at least. with kate taking temporary residence in his guest room, saul thought it would be disrespectful to invite sara over when he had a roommate. when it came to sara, there weren't any sleepovers where they didn’t have sex at least once, so it wasn’t like he’d have her over for a nice dinner—especially since he didn’t cook unless absolutely necessary—to meet his old friend from new york city. that would’ve ruined the secrecy. not that he thought kate would tell, especially since the only people he thought she knew in providence peak were himself and her ex-husband, but if it was to be kept just to themselves, that meant only themselves. 

still, he hadn’t been sexiled since junior year of undergrad. the need was making him sick.

he was a distraction. it was incredibly flattering to his ego, that was undeniable. it was nice to know someone out in the world was thinking that way of him. everyone else in his life, he eventually disappointed in some capacity. his former sister-in-law made no secret of how much she hated him, his ex-wife undoubtedly thought negatively of him, and his son barely answered his calls. he knew it was inevitable that he’d disappoint sara somehow, some day. he had to enjoy being her distraction now. it wasn’t as if his own thoughts weren’t often plagued with her either. in fact, since he couldn’t have her over to his house biweekly like he had for the past four months, he couldn’t stop thinking about sara. the nerve of her to wear that fucking red dress. “i do—actually, i’m relieved. i thought i was the only one suffering.”

were they selling it? did anyone take a look at the pair now and not recognize the unbearable tension between them? saul felt like his nerves were jolted with electricity and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. “it’s okay. it was for a good cause.” money wasn’t exactly an obstacle to saul, anyway. if he spent some money on a venture that didn’t work out, then his lawyer retainer alone would recoup the loss within a month or two. he gritted his teeth the moment sara’s hand brushed against him, trying to focus on her words rather than her touch. quite a fucking effort. “oh, that’s unfortunate.” it seemed that she had an ex-spouse run-in as well that day. at least he wasn’t alone in that regard.

he didn’t want to think about sara’s ex, though. he certainly didn’t want to think about thalia. when sara was around him, he worked hard to not compare the two, or any of his ex-wives, for that matter. it was hard when it felt like thalia—or her older sister, kathleen—were always around every corner. everywhere he went, if he didn’t see either of them, he was reminded of them. it was their hometown, after all. saul was the invader. that was why he tried so hard to foster new relationships, make new memories. new york city would always be his home in his heart, but physically, he was in providence peak for the foreseeable future.

saul didn’t have to look at her to know her resolve was breaking. any façade of calm, casualness was going to be ruined if they didn’t get a hold of themselves. it was easier for him to keep his face stony, but his resolve was breaking, too. “i want to show you how much.” saul responded, forcing himself to focus his eyes on the emptying baseball diamond. “sara—”

just then, a voice called out his name. looking around the bleachers, he found the source of the voice: michelle bryant, former client. he got her a pretty alimony settlement, from what he could remember, but that wasn't rare for saul's clients.

‘saul weissberg! how nice to see you out and about!’

fucking damn it. “hey, ms. bryant. how’re you?” saul asked, his irritation thankfully hidden in his voice. the woman looked between the seated pair, her smile hesitatingly twitching. saul removed his hand from sara’s thigh. “have you met sara before? she works at wonderwell.”

"I think you'd like to know that you were not the only one suffering." Sara nodded, her eyes trying their best to remain trained on the diamond ahead of them, so that it wouldn't give people the wrong idea about the duo. "But at the same time..." Biting softly on her bottom lip, the petite brunette shifted her attention towards him, finding it painful not to look at him as they spoke. "I think I like the idea of you suffering because you couldn't have me."

A confession... unlike the ones she was used to, but when it came to Saul, nothing was really like anything that she was used to.

As conversation evolved and she mentioned her ex-husband, the young mother simply replied with a shrug to his words. It wasn't exactly unfortunate... maybe she should've explained herself better, but she didn't want to keep bringing Hyun Woo, especially since he didn't often bring up his ex-wife either during their encounters. "It's okay." Sara told him with a small smile and a slight shrug of her shoulders, her hand inching to the side and letting her thumb now caress his pinky finger. "He will be with his father all day long." An indicator that she would have the house all to herself throughout the day, and of course, Saul would keep her mind from thinking about Hyun Woo running away with her son. "So, we—"

Before she could suggest them continuing the conversation elsewhere, preferably with their hands on their bodies and their lips on each other's, someone called out to Saul, forcing Sara to look at the woman's direction. He really did know almost everyone in town, didn't he?

Sara drew in a breath, running her tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the cherry chapstick she was wearing, before pressing her lips together just as Saul introduced her to Mrs. Bryant. "I don't believe we've met, no." Acting as if her whole body wasn't shaking in anticipation for Saul's touch, Sara stood up from her seat and took the hand the other woman had offered her in both of her own hands and gave it a firm shook. "It's nice meeting you, though, Mrs...?" Sara hesitated, looking from Saul to the woman in case, in search for a first name, which was answered by Mrs. Bryant, herself. "Oh, Michelle. Michelle Bryant." The younger mother still smiled. "I'm Sara. Sara Yoon-Castillo." After giving out her full name, Sara sat down by Saul again, this time adjusting her dress so that the slit didn't expose her legs as they had before. "Did you enjoy the game? Saul was telling me his opinion on it." / @saulweissberg

“You can come when you’re not heartbroken, sometimes it’s fun to break shit just because you can and not because you’re sad!” CJ pointed out, his attention tearing between Sara and the baseball diamond. Once the crowd settled again, he smiled at her as her answer and follow-up question registered. “Oh! Here on my own as well, my brother was supposed to come but had to work. So, yeah, feel free to sit if you want!” 

He had spent the day after Christmas with Sara and her family and their son. Yet for Hyun Woo, his present came months later in the form of an offer. The chance to spend the entire day with Hanbin, only the two of them. While Hyun Woo never minded Sara’s company ( her sister’s perhaps slightly ), he understood the magnitude of this opportunity. Telling Hanbin who he was had been one step in the direction of him feeling like a father. But the trust she placed in him to not require supervision allowed him to feel more like a parent, and less like a temporary visitor. He’d never expressed this to her because he understood her reservations and though Hanbin was their son, he was also hers in all ways. The day itself had been as exciting and all American as it could get. They’d gone to the charity baseball game, shared a few hotdogs, cheered for the team that Hanbin liked based on their mascot, and gotten an early dinner. Sara had received live updates throughout the day and as they parked in the familiar driveway, Hanbin ran into the house waving around the foam finger on his hand, and Hyun Woo laughed as he explained the excitement. “As you may be able to tell, our team won.”

Capping at 3!

The professor had convinced himself (something he seemed to be doing a lot these days) that he wanted Rey to be able to play with the dogs who were up for adoption. To be fair, Rey was indeed having her fun playing with them but it was definitely testing James' self-control not to adopt another dog and make the excuse that Rey was lonely. Convincing himself yet again, he reminded himself that he barely had time to take care of Rey now. He didn't want to end up neglecting a young pup.

As he sat and watched Rey play, he spoke to the person beside him. "Do you have one of your own or are you here considering of adopting one?" he asked.

Maybe coming to the amusement park on what undoubtedly the busiest day of the year for them was not the best idea, considering how a two year old could barely wait in line for ten minutes let alone an hour. Hazel was growing impatient and was opting for running around the place rather than wanting to go on the rides. As long as she was having a good time, that was all that mattered. She heard the little girl gasp before noticing her stopping in her tracks and pointing towards a lady ahead of them. "Sara!" Hazel exclaimed, Alicia realizing that the girl's eyes were scanning the crowd for the little boy that she associated with her. "Let's go say hi," she said, picking her daughter up before approaching Sara with a smile. "Hey! It's great to see you. How have you been?"

“oh, is that so?” saul questioned teasingly. he figured she was joking, since he hadn’t even looked in her direction until the game was over. “you find me that distracting, do you?” shit, he needed to rein it back. to anyone that glanced over at them, they might have seemed like friendly acquaintances having a quick chat, but anyone that overheard him would realize there was something… off about them. “not really, no. it was too stressful. i had money on the game—it’s a long story—but it just reaffirmed that i'm not a gambling man. relies too much on chance, y’know? i like to know i'm going to win." there was a reason why he was so good at his job, but it was tacky to brag about his success rate. (that didn’t stop him from bragging, however.) he glanced down at sara and asked, "so... how have you been?” he leaned into her, dropping his voice to a whisper: “i’ve missed you.”

Sara wasn't going to stand there and act like she didn't have fun playing pretend that she didn't know the man as biblically as she has been getting to know. She liked watching him squirm between her thighs, she liked how he easily elicited moans from her lips as they rolled over in bed — or whatever other flat surface they could find, but most of all, she liked how free he made her feel. Saul Weisberg had been setting her soul on fire like she had hoped he would.

His finger brushed against the outside of her high, exposed by the slit of her flowered dress and brought her gaze to his direction once again. "I find you very distracting." Sara nodded, still hoping he would inch a little closer, or that he would caress her skin a little more, for she had always craved affection in any shape and form. "Do you like knowing that?" She swallowed hard, finding it that tiny display of affection enough courage to ask him directly, as she often did when they were alone between four walls.

And then, Saul met her with a bucket of cold water as he went on about the game. Right... they were in public. They were at a game. The same game her ex-husband had said to take their son, so, Sara made sure to stay away and not let Hanbin see her, because she was a father/day son, as well as a day alone for Sara. "Yeah, I wouldn't have pegged you for a gambler anyway. Still, I'm sorry didn't go your way." Mimicking his actions, Sara rested her hand on the bleachers, too close to his thigh, so she would be gently ghosting her pinky finger against the pale skin of the outside of his thigh. "But I'm okay. I completely forgot that my ex and my son would be here, so I spent a good chunk of the game hiding from them." While also constantly texting Hyun Woo, asking for updates from Hanbin because, if she couldn't see them, then she was definitely growing anxious. But she left that part unsaid, because she wasn't going to bring up an ex while in the presence of a man she'd been hooking up with for the last few months.

And then, again, like a goddamn switch he'd turned on, Saul was back with his husky voice, the one she enjoyed so much hearing close to her ear. "Is that so?" The petite brunette tried her best not to smile, or smirk, or... show any kind of emotion, however, Sara being Sara, she knew that sooner rather than later, she would end up giving up. "How much?" / @saulweissberg

Anything sports related, CJ was there. He had missed the cut-off date to sign up for himself, but he was better at swimming and basketball than baseball anyway. It was still just as fun to watch it, and for a good cause and everything too. That said, he wasn’t expecting the sun to be this hot this damn early in the day so when a soda was handed to him, he gladly took it without a thought of who was offering it until he recognized Sara’s voice. “Yo, thanks!” He exclaimed, smiling widely at the woman. Had it really been that long since they last saw each other? “Wow, that party seems like years ago…” Mainly due to how much his own life had changed since ringing in the new year, “I never pegged you as a baseball fan. Here with anyone? You’re more than welcome to join, if you want!” One of the teams scored again, and he cheered loudly before taking in her answer,fully.