Red Dress
Title: Red Dress
Author: Karin
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Disclaimer: just my own fantasy
Author's note: In advance I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes made. Dutch is my native language, but any suggestions or any other form of help is gratefully accepted.
You stop at the threshold and take a very deep breath.
"Can I still leave?", you ask yourself that question every five seconds.
You see a room filled with people. The men in tuxedo's and the women in evening dresses. All in black.
The room clatters with voices. Thick aroma's mingled with cigarette smoke prickle your nose. Your eyes start to water.
"God", you wonder, why did you even came to this gruesome event.
"Just to listen how Ecklie gets this enormous ego boost?"
Your stomach aches and your breathing fastens. Then your rationale takes the upper hand. Your career is a bit (slightly an understatement) dented because of this fallout you have had with the man in who's honor this evening is organized.
"For better or worse", is your final thought while entering the room.
Your watery eyes find it difficult to adjust to the dim lit room, while scanning the place for an empty seat. The host of the evening just invites another speaker to the stage. It's your own night shift supervisor. When he stands up, you're drawn to his movement and then everyone in the room stops moving, stops talking,
except for her, the woman in the red dress. Her long blond hear cascades over her half naked, toned back. She looks up to him and smiles. For you it is the most beautiful smile possible.
Your breathing stops a lifetime ago and your mouth is stone-dry. As if she is aware of your presence, she turns around. Big, bright blue eyes capture yours. She raises her eyebrow and her full and sensuous lips make a bit of curl.
"Go to her, start walking", your brain screams, but you're frozen like a salt pillar.
She scopes you out from head to toe and returns her attention to the stage. Somehow you manage to snap out of your temporarily paralysis, and shaking all over you walk to her table. You sit down next to her.
"Hi, I'm Sara Sidle, I work nights at the crime lab", your voice croaks.
She accepts your offered hand. While holding it, her eyes scan your face, revealing nothing, revealing everything at the same time.
She bends over to you, squeezes your hand a bit harder, placing her other hand on your shoulder and pulls you near her.
"Oh, I know", she whispers...
Author: Karin
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Disclaimer: just my own fantasy
Author's note: In advance I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes made. Dutch is my native language, but any suggestions or any other form of help is gratefully accepted.
You stop at the threshold and take a very deep breath.
"Can I still leave?", you ask yourself that question every five seconds.
You see a room filled with people. The men in tuxedo's and the women in evening dresses. All in black.
The room clatters with voices. Thick aroma's mingled with cigarette smoke prickle your nose. Your eyes start to water.
"God", you wonder, why did you even came to this gruesome event.
"Just to listen how Ecklie gets this enormous ego boost?"
Your stomach aches and your breathing fastens. Then your rationale takes the upper hand. Your career is a bit (slightly an understatement) dented because of this fallout you have had with the man in who's honor this evening is organized.
"For better or worse", is your final thought while entering the room.
Your watery eyes find it difficult to adjust to the dim lit room, while scanning the place for an empty seat. The host of the evening just invites another speaker to the stage. It's your own night shift supervisor. When he stands up, you're drawn to his movement and then everyone in the room stops moving, stops talking,
except for her, the woman in the red dress. Her long blond hear cascades over her half naked, toned back. She looks up to him and smiles. For you it is the most beautiful smile possible.
Your breathing stops a lifetime ago and your mouth is stone-dry. As if she is aware of your presence, she turns around. Big, bright blue eyes capture yours. She raises her eyebrow and her full and sensuous lips make a bit of curl.
"Go to her, start walking", your brain screams, but you're frozen like a salt pillar.
She scopes you out from head to toe and returns her attention to the stage. Somehow you manage to snap out of your temporarily paralysis, and shaking all over you walk to her table. You sit down next to her.
"Hi, I'm Sara Sidle, I work nights at the crime lab", your voice croaks.
She accepts your offered hand. While holding it, her eyes scan your face, revealing nothing, revealing everything at the same time.
She bends over to you, squeezes your hand a bit harder, placing her other hand on your shoulder and pulls you near her.
"Oh, I know", she whispers...