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Mistakes were Made

“ L adies first, where to?” the driver inquired. Sage sat there, zoned out, deciding on her next move.

I could have him drop me off in the general area . Her thoughts were interrupted by him clearing his throat. “Miss?”

“Sorry, uh, you can drop him off first,” she insisted.

“ I’m not letting you ride alone,” Hans whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Sage was frustrated but proceeded to give the driver Marco’s address.

Hans started to chuckle. “See, it wasn’t that hard was it?”

Hans took notice of the panic that had washed over Sage's face as he took her by the hand.

"It's going to be okay." He assured her, and for the first time in the past forty-eight hours, they both let out a nervous chuckle and decided to call a truce.

Giving in to the fact that they were all that each of them had left.

"Have you forgotten that you tried to kill me two nights ago?" Sage glared at him as he smiled and shook his head at her. "I'm being serious, Hans." She let out a sigh.

"Again, you left me no choice." Hans shrugged.

"I left you no choice?" Sage was in shock. Regardless of their damaged relationship, and the fact that she had stalked him and held him hostage, Sage had never intended to follow through with killing him.

"You weren't going to just let me go and be like, ‘yeah go back to your apartment and resume your life’." Hans mocked her voice and mannerisms until Sage cut him off.

"And you didn't exactly offer to save me from the forest and move in together."

Hans leaned in, his mouth just centimeters from Sage's ear. "You killed Alana."

Sage waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, minor details."

"It wasn't minor to me ." Hans felt his anger building up in a sexual rage. "You also lied about who you were."

"Uhm, excuse me?" The cab driver interrupted them. "Can you two continue this lovers quarrel outside of the cab? I've got other customers to get to."

"Yeah, sorry," Hans and Sage apologized in unison. Sage looked back as she got out of the cab to see Hans following right behind her.

"What are you doing?" Sage stopped him once he set one foot on the ground.

"I'm getting out so he can get to his other customers," Hans started to explain.

"You are his other customer." Sage insisted. "You need to go." She started to walk away when she felt Hans' hand wrap around her wrist and spin her around in his arms to face him.

"Let me stay." Hans pleaded. "We can get a cab in the morning to get our cars."

Sage bit her lip and looked off into the distance, the ride home had been a sobering experience and she couldn’t believe that after everything she had experienced, her plan hadn’t been a bit more thought out. "Hans I-"

He interrupted her. "You what? You can't have a boy over?" Hans rolled his eyes.

She let out a deep sigh. "It's okay. He'll stay here."

"Great!" The driver's sarcasm struck a nerve with Sage. Hans handed him the money to cover the fare along with a generous tip. The driver tipped his hat and quickly sped off.

The two continued to stand there awkwardly looking at each other and down to the ground when their eyes met. Sage began to fumble around, searching her clutch for the house key as they slowly made their way to the front door. She unlocked the door and invited Hans to come inside.

"Whoa. This is Marco's place?" Hans couldn't believe his eyes while he looked around, taking in the sight of everything laid out before him.

"What did you expect? He was a bachelor. Alana only stayed over what appeared to be some nights and-"

"And the position he was in, did not warrant being able to afford this lifestyle." Hans started giving himself the home tour.

"Maybe it belonged to his parents?" Sage shrugged.

"Who knows? It doesn't really matter much now, I suppose.

" She wandered over to the fireplace that rested between the living room and bedroom, turning the dial to light it.

As the fire started to blaze, she stood there, admiring the beauty as it crackled.

Sage turned back towards Hans who had already kicked off his shoes and made himself at home on the couch with a beer from the fridge.

"Hey, haven't you had enough for one night?" She skipped over to him and plopped down next to him, snagging the beer out of his hand and taking a swig. "Me?" Hans acted shocked. "What about you missy?" The two started playfully wrestling over the beer. "Hey, get your own."

Then, in a moment that felt like it was moving in slow motion, their lips met, pressing together vigorously like they hadn't seen each other for years.

Damn, I knew I should have gotten some lip balm, crossed Hans' mind as Sage had begun to unbutton his shirt, refusing to let him pull away from their lip lock.

"Sage, I don't think we should." Hans pressed his forehead against hers once he was finally able to catch his breath.

"Why not?" A look of disappointment fell over her face once more. "You almost told me you loved-"

"You lied to me." Hans cut her off trying to forget the activities of the previous night. "You had ample opportunity to tell me, and yet, you didn't," He continued his lecture.

"So, you thought you loved me as Sage but stopped loving me the moment you found out I was Gretta?" Sage pulled away.

"Of course I loved you as Gretta." It was the first time he had acknowledged her by her birth name . "I wouldn't have dedicated my life to trying to find you after you disappeared if I didn't."

"Then what happened?" Sage snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I- I don't know." He stumbled over his words hoping an answer would magically appear. "I can't explain it other than… shock."

"I'm still the same person." She leaned back into him.

"But you're not." His breaths became staggered and Sage took this as her opportunity to swing her leg over him, straddling his lap.

"I think by now I've proved I can be whoever you want me to be." She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, leaning into his ear and whispering as she pulled herself down against him, feeling Hans starting to grow hard, his cock pulsating beneath her.

Sage ran her tongue up the side of Hans' neck, lightly nibbling his ear lobe as she dug her nails into his back. Hans let out a quiet moan as he sunk into the couch, his hands caressing Sage's ass through her dress, taking the opportunity to grind her back and forth over him.

"We shou-" He tried to choke out.

"Shh." Sage pressed her finger up to Hans' lips. "Don't you want me?"

"Listen here, you little minx." A serious tone took over. "I'll always want you, but I need you like my lungs need oxygen and I'm not ready to accept that, yet. At the end of all of this, you'll be mine once again."

A tear rolled down Sage's cheek and Hans brought his finger to her face, wiping it away.

"I'm scared." It was the first time she had expressed any hesitation in what she was doing.

"One day at a time." Hans pulled her back in for another kiss, this time the passion behind it was stopping neither of them.

Sage finished unbuttoning Hans' shirt, exposing his chest and stomach while she ran her nails up and down him lightly.

Hans had moved on to kissing her neck and the surprise of her nails on his skin sent a chill through his body.

He gasped against her ear, pulling her back into him as he began to grow hard once more.

The more excited Hans grew, the tighter his pants became.

He flipped Sage over onto her back, resting her head on the arm of the couch.

She let out an unexpected giggle, surprised he had flawlessly accomplished the move.

Hans slowly unbuckled his belt before moving on to the button.

The zipper slid right down, exposing his cock, lightly glossed in precum.

Sage looked down at him, biting her lip before her eyes drifted back to his.

"Commando, nice. Now… fuck me." Her plea sounded more like a demand.

"Excuse me?"

"Fuck me, please ." Sage still didn't seem like she was begging much, however, Hans had reached the point of not caring.

Hans sat back, sliding up Sage's dress slightly, exposing her, taking notice that she also wasn't wearing panties.

"Commando, nice," he taunted her with her own words.

He grabbed her by her thighs, flipping her back onto the couch while bringing her on top of him once more, slightly impressing himself with his own moves.

Sage positioned herself over him, slowly sliding back onto his cock, their eyes never breaking contact.

She slowly started grinding back and forth on him.

Hans leaned his head back, enamored by the pleasure of their connection.

Sage had managed to hypnotize him once more, making him her slave to get her way.

Perhaps it was a combination of the alcohol and the rest of the chaos that caused him to finish quickly, before he even had a chance to realize what had happened, he exploded into Sage.

She reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit, he had finished before she had a chance to get started. It only took a few moments before she let out a satisfying moan.

This is not how I pictured the night ending. Sage thought as she awkwardly hopped off of Hans feeling slightly disappointed.

"I'm going to take a shower and try to get some sleep," she announced leaving the room quickly. She returned with a pillow and blankets for Hans to set up his bed on the couch.

"I couldn't find a damn towel in this place, but the man had a million blankets." Sage laughed while rolling her eyes. "I had to buy towels just to make sure I had some."

"For some reason, that almost makes sense for him." Hans shook his head, confused about getting left on the couch after they had just had sex.

"Yeah." Sage sauntered over to the doorway, twisting the knob on the fireplace, shutting it down before they went to bed. "Wouldn't want to accidentally set the place on fire now would we?"

Hans laughed nervously. "Yeah, well… Good night!"

"Night, Hans." Sage shut the door, locking it behind her, keeping a safety net between them.