The day was beautiful, with no clouds and a light breeze. Sara had let the guys abscond with her groom with only minor (okay, major) misgivings ( Read more... )

Sara had taken Honey to the kennel earlier that day. Gil was responsible for ensuring that his bugs had sufficient food and water to see them through the few days they would be gone ( Read more... )

It is another gorgeous day and Sara is once again spending it outside.

She has learned her lesson, though, and is wearing sunblock and a straw hat.

The compulsive glances out at the street in front of her building are indicative of nothing other than her awareness of the date.

It will be a good day.

[ooc: Locked to drgrissom. Popcorn is more than ( Read more... )

Gil opens the door and Sara follows him in, going to the kitchen to check on the dog.

"We may actually have her housebroken now."

Sara gives Gil an amused look when she walks in through the door.

"I'd almost think this was bluetoothing."

[Will get NWS. Horny professors. You know the drill.]

When Gil and Sara enter their apartment, it's almost like nothing has happened. Sara lets Honey off of her leash and puts her in her partioned area of the kitchen, being sure to feed her.

"Gil, are you hungry?" The man I'm going to marry. I'm in love with the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

She is.

Not for food though.

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She hadn't gotten used to her bed being entirely too large the last week. Her sleep had been restless and she had found herself reverting to her old insomniatic habits.

It had been something of a relief to her subconscious mind when a familiar weight finally dropped into the bed beside her.

[drgrissom only. May get NWS.]

[ooc: From here.]

She unlocks their apartment door, Gil following behind her.

"I don't think I've seen the weather change that quickly before," she comments, setting her bag on the floor and shrugging off her coat.

"What would you like for dinner?"

She's returned from the park and is working busily on paperwork in her office.

She's blissfully unaware that she's about to provoke a restrained flamewar.

[ooc: drgrissom only, please. Broadcast away!]

For some reason, Gil had decided to make up for yesterday's kegger festivities by working in his office.

And he had told Sara that she couldn't distract him. Riiiiight.

To: gil.grissom@fandomhigh.net
From: sara.sidle@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Distractions

Body:

Funny thing, Gil. This skirt's a bit short today.

-SaraAnd now she is reclined ( Read more... )