Summery: This is how Sara and Greg's affair from Free and the series that occupies it 'Our sins are written in stone'. Sara never once said stop that night, she was turning into quite a little whore these days. Rated M for adult content. First in ITWS series.

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Sara was mixed with emotions tonight. There was fear, guilt, and lots of lust. She had come to Vegas to fix things between her and Gil but instead found herself sleeping with Nick, and then there was Hank, and now this. This was just plain wrong, but she wasn't being realistic earlier when she decided to do it.

She knew it was just plain wrong but she missed that feeling she got when she was with him. Of course back then it was completely different. Her ex was an ass and Greg was being the good friend he had been since they were kids. Gil wasn't an ass just not very good with people. He wasn't like Walt at all.

And here she was fucking Greg Sanders like old times. Except Greg was a lot better then he had been in collage. She honestly didn't know he took this all seriously. He hadn't before, it was just fun. He took it seriously now and it sort of scared Sara a little.

Not that it wasn't still fun, because it was. It always was with Greg, he made you feel lost and crazy. He just had that affect on girls when he was making their wildest dreams come true.

And the fact was she couldn't blame anyone but herself for what happened. She could have said stop anytime.

She could have said it when he kissed her.

She could have said it when they began to shed the cloths.

She could have said it when he pushed her to the bed.

All she did was help him commit the little sin as she urged him on.

All she did was move with him as he thrusting in her again and again until she wasn't even sure where she was.

And worse she screamed his name again and again as she began to climax.

Then came the guilt not really for what happened, not for Greg, but for Gil. He was trying no doubt and now she was here screaming Greg's name. She would have been okay if she hadn't done that, she would have been okay if it was anyone else.

Maybe she should have chosen to go to Nick's instead. Not that that would help her any at this point. It was all bad no wonder how you put it. It was all lust, that's the only name she'd put to her rendezvous with Nick and this one with Greg.

Now she felt like a whore for even thinking that. It was the same wrong weather it was with Nick or Greg. Oh god i am a whore, she began to think.

The only thing keeping Sara lying next to Greg in his bed as he slept was the fact she was scared to death to go home to Gil. She wouldn't have her apartment fixed for another week or so. Fear started to worry the hell out of her as she wished a lot of thing away, with no such luck.

And then her mind asked herself as she looked over to where Greg silently slept. Was she really still here because of Fear or was it Lust?

She got up and found her cloths then fixed herself up in the bathroom before slipping out into the frosty Vegas air. She got in her car and drove toward Gil's townhouse he was probably still at work anyways. No need to let her fear when but she knew her lusting over Greg was only a step away from her and she would be able to just wish it away.

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