FF: Now That's Dedication!
Title: Now That's Dedication!
Author: gsrfan7
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom: CSI
Disclaimer: I don’t own any CSI characters.
Archiving: P&P can have it. KT (coffeeaddict3815@yahoo.com)
Summary: Sara tries with some difficulty, to do things she is not used to doing at a gym, just so she can be with Sofia and hopefully get Sofia to see how smitten she is with her. For atfm
A/N: I barely know anything about exercising, but a brief definition of a spotter is someone who watches over your exercising to help you in case it looks like you might get strangled by the weight soon.
p.s. In this story I am making Sofia out to be someone who is very toned and has sexy muscles, not scary ones (that are ginormous) if that makes sense.
Sara smiles as she watches Sofia put on her running shoes and then stand up to stretch. She loves watching Sofia warm up- especially when she stretches her arms. She always expected Sofia to have a toned stomach and the reality did not disappoint.
Today will mark the third time this week Sara has gone to the gym with Sofia. Before Sofia asked her to join her in her workouts, Sara would usually just exercise whenever she had enough time, either taking a jog or pounding the crap out of her punching bag. Now, she exercises when and wherever Sofia does. She still can’t believe they have been exercising together for two months already.
Sara accepted Sofia’s invitations to ‘let off some steam’ not only because she needed to, but because she’d be a fool to turn down the chance to watch [the woman she thought about constantly] in exercise clothing, sweating and flexing those muscles she kept hidden beneath dress pants and button down shirts all the time.
They often rotated on different machines and helped push each other harder when one of them was slacking off.
Right now Sara was sitting on a medicine ball trying her best not to fall off to the side like she did a few days ago. During that embarrassing accident, Sofia had simply given her a small smile and extended her hand to help her back up. “It still happens to me too and I’ve been using these for years” she had told Sara. Sara had thanked her and got back on the ball, still holding on to both of Sofia’s hands until she felt she could keep her balance.
Sofia was always very considerate of her emotions and others’ as well. That was one of the reasons she was so drawn to her. One of the other reasons was of course…physical attraction.
Currently Sofia was working out on what to Sara was one of those Bow-flex type machines- where you could exercise just about any body part. And right now, Sofia was sitting with her back facing Sara and was pulling a bar behind her shoulders repeatedly. Sara was very aware of Sofia’s sleeveless top and her actions: the bar going up and down, Sofia’s muscles contracting and relaxing, the small sounds of her inhaling and exhaling. God what she wanted to do with Sofia!
Sara sighed quietly. Sure, she liked Sofia, a lot, but that didn’t mean Sofia would like her in the same way. Pushing her negative thoughts to the side, Sara got up and went to lie down on a bench to try her hand at lifting weights. She needed to try and get some exercising done today and mentally stressing about her unrequited love was not going to help get that accomplished.
Five minutes later, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sofia get on a weight lifting bench right next to her.
She witnessed that Sofia was lifting a lot and had done more lifts than she had even though she had had more time. The competitive nature in Sara kicked in. She added more weight.
More time passed. Sara soon found that trying to compete by lifting weights wasn’t such a fun idea, but she really did want to impress Sofia. She was doing fine… at first, but soon enough, things were getting a little heavy. Just one more, she kept telling herself. Soon enough, she had forgotten how many sets of reps she did. Or was it reps of sets? she asked herself. Hell she had forgotten a lot of what Sofia taught her, as she was always too focused on the blonde’s lips and her slight accent to be absorbing what she was saying.
She was on number seven in her counting and wanted to lift to at least ten. What she was scared of though is that she couldn’t even lift the weight high enough to put it back in its rack.
If her face wasn’t so red from the exertion, she would be blushing from embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell Sofia she added more weight than she could handle. No, Sara Sidle was tough, she didn’t need any-
“Need a spotter?” Sofia gracefully (and with great ease Sara immediately noted) lifted the weight and put it in its safety rack.
Sara coughed and rubbed her arms, “Thanks, but I think I’m done with lifting. How about we go play some racquetball? I’m getting pretty good at it, don’t you think?”
“You are improving quite impressively.” Sofia handed Sara a towel and teased, “Soon enough you’ll be almost beating me.”
Sara shoved Sofia so that she stumbled a little but could still keep her balance. They walked side by side to the locker rooms to retrieve the equipment they needed.
Sara got her racquet out of her locker and closed the door. When she turned around however, she dropped the racquet in surprise. A smirking Sofia was standing very close to her.
Quite willingly, Sara leaned her head and her body fully against the locker. Sofia placed an arm on the locker by the side of Sara’s head, leaving Sara’s other side open so the brunette could leave if she wanted to.
Sofia leaned in closer to Sara, her lips almost touching the brunette’s ear lobe. Sara closed her eyes and breathed in the clean smell Sofia’s sweat and the shampoo and soap she used. She felt a little dizzy at the intensity of her want for Sofia.
“Sara,” Sofia said a little breathlessly, her heart was speeding up because of what she was about to confess, intensely aware of the rejection that might follow, “I know you were trying to impress me earlier.” Sara was glad Sofia couldn’t see her intense blush. “And I just wanted to let you know you don’t have to do that. I am already deeply,” Sofia kissed Sara’s ear, “uncontrollably,” she kissed her neck, “and hopelessly taken by you,” and finally she kissed a smiling Sara full on the lips.
When Sara opened her eyes, she was met with another kiss from Sofia and her racquet being handed to her. “Winner gets to pick out what we do for our first date.”
“Bring it.” Sara challenges her and then makes sure to purposely hit her shoulder against Sofia’s as she walks past her.
“Oh you are SO going to pay for that,” Sofia laughs.
In Sara’s mind flashes images of Sofia panting and grunting with every swing of her racquet, followed by a wild and fiery look in her eyes the more the game progresses. Sara licks her lips and responds, “I sure hope so.”
Author: gsrfan7
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom: CSI
Disclaimer: I don’t own any CSI characters.
Archiving: P&P can have it. KT (coffeeaddict3815@yahoo.com)
Summary: Sara tries with some difficulty, to do things she is not used to doing at a gym, just so she can be with Sofia and hopefully get Sofia to see how smitten she is with her. For atfm
A/N: I barely know anything about exercising, but a brief definition of a spotter is someone who watches over your exercising to help you in case it looks like you might get strangled by the weight soon.
p.s. In this story I am making Sofia out to be someone who is very toned and has sexy muscles, not scary ones (that are ginormous) if that makes sense.
Sara smiles as she watches Sofia put on her running shoes and then stand up to stretch. She loves watching Sofia warm up- especially when she stretches her arms. She always expected Sofia to have a toned stomach and the reality did not disappoint.
Today will mark the third time this week Sara has gone to the gym with Sofia. Before Sofia asked her to join her in her workouts, Sara would usually just exercise whenever she had enough time, either taking a jog or pounding the crap out of her punching bag. Now, she exercises when and wherever Sofia does. She still can’t believe they have been exercising together for two months already.
Sara accepted Sofia’s invitations to ‘let off some steam’ not only because she needed to, but because she’d be a fool to turn down the chance to watch [the woman she thought about constantly] in exercise clothing, sweating and flexing those muscles she kept hidden beneath dress pants and button down shirts all the time.
They often rotated on different machines and helped push each other harder when one of them was slacking off.
Right now Sara was sitting on a medicine ball trying her best not to fall off to the side like she did a few days ago. During that embarrassing accident, Sofia had simply given her a small smile and extended her hand to help her back up. “It still happens to me too and I’ve been using these for years” she had told Sara. Sara had thanked her and got back on the ball, still holding on to both of Sofia’s hands until she felt she could keep her balance.
Sofia was always very considerate of her emotions and others’ as well. That was one of the reasons she was so drawn to her. One of the other reasons was of course…physical attraction.
Currently Sofia was working out on what to Sara was one of those Bow-flex type machines- where you could exercise just about any body part. And right now, Sofia was sitting with her back facing Sara and was pulling a bar behind her shoulders repeatedly. Sara was very aware of Sofia’s sleeveless top and her actions: the bar going up and down, Sofia’s muscles contracting and relaxing, the small sounds of her inhaling and exhaling. God what she wanted to do with Sofia!
Sara sighed quietly. Sure, she liked Sofia, a lot, but that didn’t mean Sofia would like her in the same way. Pushing her negative thoughts to the side, Sara got up and went to lie down on a bench to try her hand at lifting weights. She needed to try and get some exercising done today and mentally stressing about her unrequited love was not going to help get that accomplished.
Five minutes later, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sofia get on a weight lifting bench right next to her.
She witnessed that Sofia was lifting a lot and had done more lifts than she had even though she had had more time. The competitive nature in Sara kicked in. She added more weight.
More time passed. Sara soon found that trying to compete by lifting weights wasn’t such a fun idea, but she really did want to impress Sofia. She was doing fine… at first, but soon enough, things were getting a little heavy. Just one more, she kept telling herself. Soon enough, she had forgotten how many sets of reps she did. Or was it reps of sets? she asked herself. Hell she had forgotten a lot of what Sofia taught her, as she was always too focused on the blonde’s lips and her slight accent to be absorbing what she was saying.
She was on number seven in her counting and wanted to lift to at least ten. What she was scared of though is that she couldn’t even lift the weight high enough to put it back in its rack.
If her face wasn’t so red from the exertion, she would be blushing from embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell Sofia she added more weight than she could handle. No, Sara Sidle was tough, she didn’t need any-
“Need a spotter?” Sofia gracefully (and with great ease Sara immediately noted) lifted the weight and put it in its safety rack.
Sara coughed and rubbed her arms, “Thanks, but I think I’m done with lifting. How about we go play some racquetball? I’m getting pretty good at it, don’t you think?”
“You are improving quite impressively.” Sofia handed Sara a towel and teased, “Soon enough you’ll be almost beating me.”
Sara shoved Sofia so that she stumbled a little but could still keep her balance. They walked side by side to the locker rooms to retrieve the equipment they needed.
Sara got her racquet out of her locker and closed the door. When she turned around however, she dropped the racquet in surprise. A smirking Sofia was standing very close to her.
Quite willingly, Sara leaned her head and her body fully against the locker. Sofia placed an arm on the locker by the side of Sara’s head, leaving Sara’s other side open so the brunette could leave if she wanted to.
Sofia leaned in closer to Sara, her lips almost touching the brunette’s ear lobe. Sara closed her eyes and breathed in the clean smell Sofia’s sweat and the shampoo and soap she used. She felt a little dizzy at the intensity of her want for Sofia.
“Sara,” Sofia said a little breathlessly, her heart was speeding up because of what she was about to confess, intensely aware of the rejection that might follow, “I know you were trying to impress me earlier.” Sara was glad Sofia couldn’t see her intense blush. “And I just wanted to let you know you don’t have to do that. I am already deeply,” Sofia kissed Sara’s ear, “uncontrollably,” she kissed her neck, “and hopelessly taken by you,” and finally she kissed a smiling Sara full on the lips.
When Sara opened her eyes, she was met with another kiss from Sofia and her racquet being handed to her. “Winner gets to pick out what we do for our first date.”
“Bring it.” Sara challenges her and then makes sure to purposely hit her shoulder against Sofia’s as she walks past her.
“Oh you are SO going to pay for that,” Sofia laughs.
In Sara’s mind flashes images of Sofia panting and grunting with every swing of her racquet, followed by a wild and fiery look in her eyes the more the game progresses. Sara licks her lips and responds, “I sure hope so.”