CSI-fic: Mistakes (35/35)
Title: Mistakes
Author: TXLtoSFO
Fandom: CSI:LV
Pairing: Sara Sidle/OC
Rating: PG to NC-17 (NC-17-rated chapters will be noted in the cut)
Disclaimer: CSI, its characters, places, and situations are property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis and CBS Productions. This story was written for entertainment, not monetary purposes. Original characters, and this story are intellectual property of the author. Any similarities to existing characters, fictional or real, living or dead, are coincidental and no harm is intended.
Spoiler/Warnings: None
Summary: Someone from Sara's past shows up in an unexpected position in Vegas and quite a drama ensues. Sara thinks some mistakes can't be forgive and forgotten but Catherine is convinced that everyone deserves a second chance and tries her best to get Sara to the point of forgiveness.
Notes: There we go, the final chapter. Revisiting a place of the past. Short and sweet, so enjoy...
Mistakes
35. Epilogue
So they sat on the beach, surfboards tucked beside them in the deep sand, wet hair clinging to their faces in the warm ocean breeze. Waves came crashing onto the shore, a soothing sound for Sara. It had been the perfect day to go out surfing.
"Do you still have that Aerosmith shirt?" Sara asked with a smile that said more than any words could.
Eli chuckled and reached for her bag.
"Actually, I have it right here. I remembered another day at this very beach when I packed. But I'm afraid I've literally grown out of it though." A coy smile flashed over her face, but Sara gripped the hem of her tank top and tugged at it. Eli's sudden and rather untypical self-consciousness hadn't gone unnoticed by her.
"Move over here, big woman, will you?"
Eli sat right in front of Sara and she wrapped her long legs around Eli's hips to bring them even closer together.
"Hand me the shirt, Eli."
She retrieved the garment in question from her bag and held it up in front of Sara, who snatched it out of her hands.
Looking Eli straight into the eyes, Sara inched still closer and cupped Eli's cheek with one hand.
"You're beautiful." She punctuated her statement by kissing the other woman's lips lovingly.
"I love every inch of you, I love those tattoos, I love that cute belly, I love that your ass looks even hotter in those dark jeans you sometimes wear to work now, I love those little wrinkles around your eyes and your dimples, they make your face so much more expressive, I love that you can lift me up like I weighed nothing with those sexy strong arms, I love the softness of your skin and that your breasts fit so perfectly in my palms. And I love that I'm allowed to have all of you. I love it that you let me be the aggressor and how you melt into my kiss, my touch when I'm on top. I love what you let me do to you, I love what you can do to me by just looking at me a certain way. I love the look in your eyes when you come, Eli, and those little noises that take my breath away and tell me you're mine. I love you."
Eli closed her eyes and reveled in the moment, a content smile tugging at the corner's of her mouth, when she felt the hand fall from her face and slowly glide under her tank top, lifting it up and over her head. She gasped. She wasn't particularly fond of sitting in the middle of a very public area in nothing but her bra, but she gave Sara her head. She opened her eyes to the brunette's gap toothed grin.
"You are just too cute for words when you blush like that." Then she added in a soft but commanding tone, a twinkle in her eyes. "Now get into that shirt. No backtalk!"
Eli squinted her eyes and gave Sara a lopsided, cocky grin. "God, I love it when you get all bossy on me. I'm 33 now and just lately realized I might be kinkier than I thought. Take that attitude into the bedroom again, will you, honey?"
Sara's mouthed "I will make you beg and scream." made Eli shudder.
Her Aerosmith shirt was still dangling in front of her nose, hanging from Sara's hand. A lazy smile ran across Sara's features as Eli wriggled into the well-worn and tight shirt. The second she looked up from the material that actually really stretched a bit over several places with a disapproving frown, hot lips crashed down on her own and she was trapped in the sweetest, hungriest kiss Sara had ever given her. Eli groaned and went with the flow, opening her mouth to Sara's eager tongue and they got lost in a perfectly blissful kiss.
As they broke apart, Eli smiled smugly and laughed.
"What has gotten into you?"
Dreamily and with eyes still glazed over with desire, Sara just grinned.
"You. The last time we sat here, years ago, I asked you what it was you wanted and you answered you wanted me. I laughed it off and told you that would never happen because you'd been such a player at the time."
Eli nodded and gazed at Sara expectantly.
"But the thing is, I had wanted nothing more but to jump you that very second. The wet hair in your face, this very shirt, still damp, clinging to that sexy body-" She touched Eli's waist tenderly and let her hands slowly wander up her rips, grazing the outsides of her breasts ever so slightly, but still making Eli tremble. "-but the saddest and most vulnerable look on your face, though you tried to conceal it so hard. I wanted you, but I would never ever have done anything about it. Seeing you like this again, knowing where we stand today... makes me happy. You make me so happy Eli, could you have ever imagined?"
Eli ground her teeth in a vain attempt to hide her emotion. She bent over, buried her head in Sara's soft long hair and wrapped her into a tight embrace. Her lips found Sara's neck and she kissed her way up to the earlobe, gently biting and nipping, then whispered:
"I wouldn't have been able to make you happy back then. And nothing will ever amaze me more than you saying I finally can make you happy. And I am yours, Sara Sidle, completely, for as long as you want me. I've never been this much in love with anyone, Waves."
"Me neither." Sara whispered back.
They sat like that for a long time, holding each other tight, stealing a kiss or two from time to time. Not a word was spoken but the lingering glances and suggestive smiles told a story of their own. Finally Eli untangled Sara's legs from around her body and got up, smiling down at her love.
Sara watched as Eli stood up, took her surfboard and walked over to dive into the waves once again. Her Aerosmith shirt clung to her body like a second skin, strong tattooed arms held the board and the muscles in her calves twitched with every step she took. And that ass, though hidden in oversized surf shorts, was really looking more perfect to her than ever before. Sara cocked her head and tipped her sunglasses halfway down her nose to take in the gentle swagger she'd again found herself so addicted to watching. God, get a grip, Sidle. She's yours now and you have all the time in the world to stare at her. Surf now, jump her later.
She grinned widely at the thought and got up, too, following Eli into the water. Skillfully she swung herself onto her board, stood up at exactly the right time and rode the waves along the shore.
Eli paddled on her own board and admired the sight in front of her. In the light of the setting sun, Sara more than ever looked like...
"Sara, you're still the goddess of all Californian waves!"
Sara laughed hard and fell off her surfboard just like she had over ten years ago.
"Masters of the waves!" They shouted as they, still chuckling and dripping wet, walked up the slope to the beach house.
The end
Author: TXLtoSFO
Fandom: CSI:LV
Pairing: Sara Sidle/OC
Rating: PG to NC-17 (NC-17-rated chapters will be noted in the cut)
Disclaimer: CSI, its characters, places, and situations are property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis and CBS Productions. This story was written for entertainment, not monetary purposes. Original characters, and this story are intellectual property of the author. Any similarities to existing characters, fictional or real, living or dead, are coincidental and no harm is intended.
Spoiler/Warnings: None
Summary: Someone from Sara's past shows up in an unexpected position in Vegas and quite a drama ensues. Sara thinks some mistakes can't be forgive and forgotten but Catherine is convinced that everyone deserves a second chance and tries her best to get Sara to the point of forgiveness.
Notes: There we go, the final chapter. Revisiting a place of the past. Short and sweet, so enjoy...
Mistakes
35. Epilogue
So they sat on the beach, surfboards tucked beside them in the deep sand, wet hair clinging to their faces in the warm ocean breeze. Waves came crashing onto the shore, a soothing sound for Sara. It had been the perfect day to go out surfing.
"Do you still have that Aerosmith shirt?" Sara asked with a smile that said more than any words could.
Eli chuckled and reached for her bag.
"Actually, I have it right here. I remembered another day at this very beach when I packed. But I'm afraid I've literally grown out of it though." A coy smile flashed over her face, but Sara gripped the hem of her tank top and tugged at it. Eli's sudden and rather untypical self-consciousness hadn't gone unnoticed by her.
"Move over here, big woman, will you?"
Eli sat right in front of Sara and she wrapped her long legs around Eli's hips to bring them even closer together.
"Hand me the shirt, Eli."
She retrieved the garment in question from her bag and held it up in front of Sara, who snatched it out of her hands.
Looking Eli straight into the eyes, Sara inched still closer and cupped Eli's cheek with one hand.
"You're beautiful." She punctuated her statement by kissing the other woman's lips lovingly.
"I love every inch of you, I love those tattoos, I love that cute belly, I love that your ass looks even hotter in those dark jeans you sometimes wear to work now, I love those little wrinkles around your eyes and your dimples, they make your face so much more expressive, I love that you can lift me up like I weighed nothing with those sexy strong arms, I love the softness of your skin and that your breasts fit so perfectly in my palms. And I love that I'm allowed to have all of you. I love it that you let me be the aggressor and how you melt into my kiss, my touch when I'm on top. I love what you let me do to you, I love what you can do to me by just looking at me a certain way. I love the look in your eyes when you come, Eli, and those little noises that take my breath away and tell me you're mine. I love you."
Eli closed her eyes and reveled in the moment, a content smile tugging at the corner's of her mouth, when she felt the hand fall from her face and slowly glide under her tank top, lifting it up and over her head. She gasped. She wasn't particularly fond of sitting in the middle of a very public area in nothing but her bra, but she gave Sara her head. She opened her eyes to the brunette's gap toothed grin.
"You are just too cute for words when you blush like that." Then she added in a soft but commanding tone, a twinkle in her eyes. "Now get into that shirt. No backtalk!"
Eli squinted her eyes and gave Sara a lopsided, cocky grin. "God, I love it when you get all bossy on me. I'm 33 now and just lately realized I might be kinkier than I thought. Take that attitude into the bedroom again, will you, honey?"
Sara's mouthed "I will make you beg and scream." made Eli shudder.
Her Aerosmith shirt was still dangling in front of her nose, hanging from Sara's hand. A lazy smile ran across Sara's features as Eli wriggled into the well-worn and tight shirt. The second she looked up from the material that actually really stretched a bit over several places with a disapproving frown, hot lips crashed down on her own and she was trapped in the sweetest, hungriest kiss Sara had ever given her. Eli groaned and went with the flow, opening her mouth to Sara's eager tongue and they got lost in a perfectly blissful kiss.
As they broke apart, Eli smiled smugly and laughed.
"What has gotten into you?"
Dreamily and with eyes still glazed over with desire, Sara just grinned.
"You. The last time we sat here, years ago, I asked you what it was you wanted and you answered you wanted me. I laughed it off and told you that would never happen because you'd been such a player at the time."
Eli nodded and gazed at Sara expectantly.
"But the thing is, I had wanted nothing more but to jump you that very second. The wet hair in your face, this very shirt, still damp, clinging to that sexy body-" She touched Eli's waist tenderly and let her hands slowly wander up her rips, grazing the outsides of her breasts ever so slightly, but still making Eli tremble. "-but the saddest and most vulnerable look on your face, though you tried to conceal it so hard. I wanted you, but I would never ever have done anything about it. Seeing you like this again, knowing where we stand today... makes me happy. You make me so happy Eli, could you have ever imagined?"
Eli ground her teeth in a vain attempt to hide her emotion. She bent over, buried her head in Sara's soft long hair and wrapped her into a tight embrace. Her lips found Sara's neck and she kissed her way up to the earlobe, gently biting and nipping, then whispered:
"I wouldn't have been able to make you happy back then. And nothing will ever amaze me more than you saying I finally can make you happy. And I am yours, Sara Sidle, completely, for as long as you want me. I've never been this much in love with anyone, Waves."
"Me neither." Sara whispered back.
They sat like that for a long time, holding each other tight, stealing a kiss or two from time to time. Not a word was spoken but the lingering glances and suggestive smiles told a story of their own. Finally Eli untangled Sara's legs from around her body and got up, smiling down at her love.
Sara watched as Eli stood up, took her surfboard and walked over to dive into the waves once again. Her Aerosmith shirt clung to her body like a second skin, strong tattooed arms held the board and the muscles in her calves twitched with every step she took. And that ass, though hidden in oversized surf shorts, was really looking more perfect to her than ever before. Sara cocked her head and tipped her sunglasses halfway down her nose to take in the gentle swagger she'd again found herself so addicted to watching. God, get a grip, Sidle. She's yours now and you have all the time in the world to stare at her. Surf now, jump her later.
She grinned widely at the thought and got up, too, following Eli into the water. Skillfully she swung herself onto her board, stood up at exactly the right time and rode the waves along the shore.
Eli paddled on her own board and admired the sight in front of her. In the light of the setting sun, Sara more than ever looked like...
"Sara, you're still the goddess of all Californian waves!"
Sara laughed hard and fell off her surfboard just like she had over ten years ago.
"Masters of the waves!" They shouted as they, still chuckling and dripping wet, walked up the slope to the beach house.
The end