Fic: Taking A Chance - Part 3
Title: The Next Morning
Author: Mikey
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Summary: Takes place in season 5
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own them, just having some fun
Warnings: English is not my first language. I like to think that it's good enough... but there might be some small grammar errors. Point them out and I'll happily correct them
The Next Morning
I wake up from what’s possibly the best sleep I’ve ever had. I’m momentarily confused, not used to waking up with someone in my arms. But when I remember last night, I can’t help but smile. There’s this little guy in my head doing a happy dance while singing ‘Sara Sidle is sleeping in my arms!’. Goofy, I know.
Somewhere through the night, Sara turned around in my arms. Her head is resting in the crook of my neck, one arm thrown around me, the other resting between the two of us. Our legs… I gulp when I suddenly notice exactly how our legs ended up. My brain starts working again just in time to notice Sara’s starting to stir. I bite my lip when one of her movements provides quite some pressure from her thigh against my… focus Curtis! I keep my eyes closed and try to even my breathing out as much as I can to pretend I’m still asleep. I don’t want Sara freaking out first thing in the morning, and this embrace is more then enough to do so. If I pretend to be asleep, she gets the chance to escape to avoid embarrassment.
I know the exact moment she’s awake and aware of where she is; her back grows rigid and she stops breathing for a second. To my amazement, she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxes again and snuggles a little closer. The breathed out ‘Sofie’ against my neck and the movement of her leg almost make me shudder, but somehow, I manage to stay still. Something tells me that she wouldn’t act this way if she knew I’m awake, and I admit I’m more then a little curious to know what she’ll do next. When her head and arm move away from my body, I’m convinced she’s leaving the bed, so I’m completely unprepared to feel her fingertips against my cheek. The surprise makes me jerk my head away slightly, and her hand disappears immediately.
‘Sofia?’ She asks quietly, and the hot breath against my lips makes me realise her head is right in front of mine.
Busted.
I open my eyes slowly and greet her with a sheepish smile. I’m surprised to see desire and love in her eyes, but then she closes them quickly. Her body grows rigid and her face turns an amazing shade of red. When she opens her eyes again, she refuses to look at me.
‘I uh… I should go.’ She stutters out, already starting to move away. I tighten my grip on her.
‘Stay. Please?’ I ask her softly. She’s clearly uncomfortable and my heart clenches when I notice the beginning of tears in her eyes. I need to make her understand that it’s alright, more then alright even, but I’m not sure how.
‘Sara? Look at me.’
She shakes her head, closing her eyes against the tears that are now truly falling. She’s struggling against my arms, trying to get away, and I know I have to make a decision now.
The next second, my lips are on hers.
She stills completely, and for a moment I’m afraid I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life. But then, hesitantly, she’s kissing me back, and I swear my heart stops beating for a moment, only to start again at twice the normal speed. I deepen the kiss while pulling her as close as humanly possible, one hand moving to her neck, the other disappearing under her top, touching the warm flesh of her back. Her leg jerks in surprise, her thigh still against my groin, and it’s like a dam breaking inside of me.
The next thing I know, I’m lying on top of her, the hand previously on her back now resting on her hip. My thigh is between her legs, and her nails are almost painfully digging in my back. A low growl escapes from my mouth into our kiss, and I realise we need to stop before there’s no turning back. Reluctantly, I break off our kiss, pressing my forehead against hers while trying to get my breath back. I open my eyes, only to notice that hers are still closed. I move my hand from her neck to her cheek, wiping away the few tears with my thumb.
‘Look at me.’ I’m surprised with my own voice, low and hoarse from desire. Sweet jesus, I want her so badly.
Her eyes open slowly, and I can see my desire reflected in them. I know the moment she notices mine, her face showing surprise and confusion.
‘Why?’ She asks softly, and some way or another, I know exactly what she means with that question.
‘Because you, Sara Sidle, are absolutely gorgeous. On top of that, you’re smart, funny, passionate, sweet, caring,… How could I not want you?’
She blushes and hides her face in the crook of my neck. I give her a kiss on the top of her head before reluctantly rolling off her. I look up at the ceiling while Sara cuddles up to me. Automatically, my arm moves around her and pulls her closer. I sure could get used to this.
I sigh. Well, better get this out of the way.
‘Sara?’
I get a soft humming in response, her hand moving towards my apparently exposed stomach, fingertips dancing around. Goosebumps appear all over and it takes me a moment to focus again on what it was that I wanted to say.
‘I just… would you… do you think…’ I sigh. ‘ah hell…’
She chuckles and I can’t help but grin at my own stumbling. Right, straight forward always seems to work best for me.
‘I would really like to try a relationship with you. But, you need to know that, if we’re going to do this, I won’t hide it. I mean, we don’t need to go around telling the world, but I refuse to sneak around or lie about it.’
Her hand stops moving, and I close my eyes, now fully expecting her to say she either doesn’t want a relationship, or that she doesn’t want anyone to know.
‘I think… I would like that.’
My eyes pop open in surprise and I turn my head to look at her. ‘Really?’
She smiles. ‘Yes, really.’ She sighs, her smile slowly disappearing. ‘I just… I don’t really have much experience with relationships.’
I shrug. ‘Neither do I, so I guess we’ll just figure it out as we go along.’
She looks at me in surprise. ‘You don’t? But… why? I mean, you could probably have anyone you want.’
I chuckle. ‘Thanks for the ego-boost.’ I hesitate. Should I just tell her? Probably the best. ‘I’ve had my share of one-nightstands.’ I wince. ‘Probably more then my share. I guess there just haven’t been many people who got me interested enough to actually try something more.’
She’s silent for a while.
‘Sara?’ I ask tentatively. ‘Does that bother you?’
She suddenly smiles. ‘Not really. After all, it means I’m one of the few people that got you interested, right?’
I smile back at her. ‘I hadn’t really looked at it that way, but yeah, you could say that.’
We both jump when my alarm suddenly goes off. I switch it of before giving her another kiss.
‘Time for work. You want the shower first?’
I’m already out of the bed before I realise that Sara’s now sitting up and refusing to meet my eyes.
‘Sara?’
‘I kind of got… suspended.’ She winces.
‘Suspended? Why?’
She sighs. ‘I lost my temper.’
‘You lost your temper…’
She nods, staring at her hands. I move back towards the bed and sit down in front of her. ‘Tell me.’
‘Catherine dug up 2 female DBs covered in tar. One of them had a wire mouthpiece, which was the only lead to finding out who she was. So I…’
‘Spend the day looking through files of women who had their jaw broken.’ I finish for her.
She nods. ‘Yeah. I finally found her, so we brought the husband in. He declared that he never abused her and that she just disappeared. I lost my temper with him, making quite a few comments that I shouldn’t have. He has married someone else, so I asked Catherine to send someone to check up on them from time to time. She refused, saying there wasn’t a mark on the girl.’ She snorts. ‘Everyone knows that abuse doesn’t have to be visible.’ She sighs. ‘Then Catherine decides to ask why I, and I quote, go off the deep end with every abuse case we get.’
‘And you went in defence mode and snapped at her.’
She frowns at me. ‘How do you know exactly what I do anyway?’
I smile. ‘I notice things about you. Now, go on, what exactly did you say to her?’
She cringes. ‘I er… might have said something about her letting her sexuality cloud her judgement about men.’
I wince. ‘Ouch.’
She nods. ‘Yeah.’
‘So… Catherine got you suspended?’
She shakes her head. ‘Ecklie heard me.’
‘Double ouch.’
‘Uhu. And I was still pretty much pissed off, so when he started with one of his speeches, I lost it again. I told him he couldn’t hack it in the field, pretty much failed his way up and now just stalks around the lab waiting for us to screw up. So he suspended me.’ She smiles suddenly. ‘It did feel good to say that though.’
I chuckle. ‘I bet. How long?’
‘A week.’
‘That’s not too bad. I would have thought Ecklie would give you more for those kinds of comments.’
She shrugs, looking quite dejected about it, so I give her another kiss. ‘It’ll be alright. Now, go take a shower while I make us something to eat. You can borrow something to wear if you want.’
She gives me a smile and moves towards my closet, so I make myself scarce. I’m looking through my fridge to find us something to eat when I hear the shower being turned on. My brain immediately conjures a picture of Sara in the shower and I grin. Yes, I could definitely get used to this.
Part 4