FF: Phantasm: Part 6
Disclaimer et al see prologue
Part VI: - Reclaiming Myself.
Sara is watching me when I wake up. She smiles, "Morning." She kisses me gently I slide my arm around her neck.
"Why weren't you in bed with me?" I ask her.
"Because...you slept in, and I went to collect Lindsey." She tells me, she gives me a kiss, "I came up to check on you. Because eta on pizza." She tells me. "Movie night is waiting for you down stairs."
I smile, "How did Linds guilt you into pizza?" I ask her.
Sara laughs, "No guilt trip needed." She tells me, "It's a reward, she got a B on her English paper." Sara tells me. "And remember every time she gets an A or a B, it's a reward."
I smile, "Is it pinned to the fridge?"
Sara laughs again, "Of course." She tells me, "As always." She smiles.
"You go downstairs I'll be down soon." I tell her.
Sara takes my hand and kisses it, "Don't be long love." She whispers smiling.
I watch her go. There's a sway in her hips, that makes me smile. I get up, dress and head downstairs.
Sara's sprawled on the sofa with Lindsey sprawled over the floor, Sara's watching the TV, Lindsey's wrapped up watching the screen, her eyes haven't moved. Sara twitches slightly. She turns her head, "Hey Linds, pause the TV your mom's here."
Lindsey nods, "OK." She reaches for the remote. She pauses the DVD, then gets up and heads into the kitchen.
Sara swings her legs over and she sits back. I sit down next to her, Lindsey comes back, "Hey Mom." She hands me her paper. I smile as I see the big red B.
"Well done Linds!" I hug her, she returns the hug then pulls away, "No wonder pizza is on the menu." I raise my eyebrows at Sara who is looking innocently at me from her comfy spot on the sofa.
"Aw Mom." Lindsey whines, "Sara just did what you would of done." She pouts at me.
"I know, I remember our deal. A and B are rewards." I tell her, "I'm surprised you didn't want money."
Lindsey makes a pssh noise, which sound like she's been listening to Sara too much, because I know Sara makes the same noise, "Pizza's much more fun for movie night."
On cue, the doorbell rings. Sara's uncurled herself from the sofa and heading towards to the door, pulling out her wallet.
A few minutes later, two large pizzas are settled on the coffee table, Lindsey's paper is happily back pinned to the fridge, Lindsey is sprawled out next to the coffee table, I'm making myself rather comfortable on Sara who's currently eating a slice of garlic bread. I don't know how she can eat that then expect me to engage in a round of making out when my daughter is distracted.
Nothing's as good as a cold shower as my daughter making ew noises and fake throwing up sounds when I just happen to be making out with Sara when I thought she was distracted enough.
Sara snorts softly as she catches something on the TV that amuses her, she reaches for slice of the veggie pizza, she doesn't take her eyes from the screen. I often joke that she has a fetish for old Disney classics fairy tales. But I know that it's something she doesn't like to talk about. I know that her family isn't something she likes to talk about. She mentions that her father liked to hit her mother and her and her brother, the almost casual violence she grew up with. We'd just got back together when she told me that her mother killed her father. It was a case I was dealing with. Young couple, apparently clean cut. Wife is found half beaten to death, husband DOA. It didn't make sense when our suspect came in and confessed. He was the wife's co worker. No link to the husband. Until we got the medical records. Some one had made a punch bag out of the wife, the husband. But no one knew.
I mentioned this to Sara, expressing anger about it. Sara surprised me by telling me that she understood the anger. And she understood when the perp was coming from. Something in her tone alerted me.
I asked how. And she told me. She told me about her family. And she told me about her mother's affair. The man who would be just waiting for her. His name was Nathan Vincent. He was her mother's lawyer.
That caught my attention. Sara then admitted that her mother had been the happiest she'd ever seen her. When Nathan came around. And her father had gotten worse as her mother became happier. The night her father died, her mother had told him that she was filing for divorce. Nathan was waiting for her.
That's when my heart broke for her. Sara described the beating that left her mother black and blue on the floor, she had witnessed it, and got a beating her self for it. Then she watched her mother murder her father.
Something bugs me about it. The way she described the trial. The way Nathan had pleaded that it wasn't her mother's fault. The White Knight. I frown. Riding to his damsel's rescue, saving the damsel and clearing the name of his object of infatuation.
Just like Richard Ingles. My mood darkens. He wanted to be Debbie's. He tried to be it. But in the end he was just as bad as the rest. I shake my head.
"Catherine?" The soft voice jerks me out of my thoughts. Sara's looking at me, "You hungry?" She asks.
I smile, "Yeah, just zoned out there."
Sara smiles, "Sure. We've had a few rough days." She tells me, "It feels good to relax, knowing that we've got a few days off." She smiles at me, then kisses me chastely on the lips, "So come on pig out and relax."
I laugh then snag a slice of pizza as Lindsey sorts through the pile of rental DVDs. Sara presses a soft kiss against my hair.
***
I close the door. I just took Lindsey to school. One of my guilty pleasures actually being able to drop off my daughter. I left Sara sleeping.
I walk back to the bedroom. Sara's splayed out, her head lying on my pillow, her nose tucked into my pillow. I smile at that. She couldn't sleep with of a piece of me.
I put a hand on my stomach. I close my eyes. Then image flashes through my head. Sara, curled up next to Gil. Their eyes locking...then they sharing a tender kiss. Their laughter makes me what to put my hands over my ears. Then I see myself standing over them, Sara's throat is slit, but I see that Gil's been cut into pieces...
I open my eyes. I grit my teeth. Would you do the same as I did? If you saw someone taking away the person that you love? Ingles' voice asks me in my head.
I'm not you. And Sara is not Debbie. They couldn't be anymore different. You made her. The action of you rejecting her could of made her that way. You let her go, and she found someone else. I snap back.
"Catherine?" Sara's sleepy voice jerks me out of my thoughts. She's staring at me, all sleep rumpled. She's got bed hair, her brown eyes are hooded and sleepy.
I smile as the curl of possessiveness flutters in my stomach. She's in my bed, we've made it ours. She wants to be there, she wants me. I snarl in my head, trying to shut up the voices. She's here with me, no one else.
"Hey baby." I purr as I walk over, Sara's eyes drop to my hips. I know I shouldn't feel so insecure, but I know what she likes and wants. I use this knowledge to my advantage. "I was just thinking about you."
Sara's sleepy smile is worth it, "Really?" She asks, as she sits up, letting the sheet fall, "Why was that?"
I laugh, "Well, I was thinking about your possessive streak."
Sara's head drops, "Did...it worry you?" She asks me, her eyes go wide and childlike. Like she was asking me to tell her that Santa Claus still lived.
"Why would it worry me?" I ask her as I sit on the bed. "You could never harm me Sara." I tell her. "We both match with our streaks."
Sara half smiles, then I kiss her gently, "I love you. Flaws and all." I tell her.
"Me too." Sara replies. "Do we have the house to ourselves?" She asks me.
I laugh, "You're obsessed with get me into bed with you aren't you Sidle?" I tease her as I kick my shoes off.
Sara laughs, "Do you blame me Willows?" She teases me back, "A hot strawberry blonde who used to be a stripper, now a kick ass CSI got to love those types." She pushes my shirt up, "I want to know her, inside and out. I can not get enough of her. So let me burn her into my senses. So much that I can recall the sight of her when I'm blinded. So much that I can recall the touch of her when I'm bound not allowed to touch. So much that I can recall the taste of her when I can't taste anymore. So much that I can recall the tones of her voice when I am deafened. So much that I can recall the smell of her perfume when I can not smell anymore." Sara presses a kiss against my stomach, "And let me feel her love inside me when she is not there, let me love her so that she can feel my love inside her when I am not there." She looks back at me.
I find myself smiling, she can be quite poetic when she wants. "Sara."
"Hush, hush." She whispers, she moves away from, pulling off her top, pushing the covers off, dropping her shorts on the floor.
I rid myself of my clothes and join her in bed. I lie on top of her, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Sara's arms snake around me, her fingers burying themselves in my hair. I push a thigh in-between her legs.
Sara pulls away, "I want to do something." She whispers. She sits up, settling me into her lap, "Spread your legs my darling." She pleads.
I do what she asks. Sara smiles, then she settles my legs around her hips, so she could spread her own legs so that we touch. She grasps my ass, she starts to rub herself against me. Her eyes lock on my face. I bite my lip as I feel her clit touch mine. I start moving, rolling my hips, teasing her as she moves against me. This isn't a new position, but it feels more intimate than the last few times we've made love.
No. I correct myself. It feels more intimate because is both of us together. I think as I dig my hands into her arms. I see her hiss as I dig my nails into her arms. She starts to move harder, I respond in kind, forcing her into the bed. We haven't said a word, all that we can hear is each other's breathing. Her eyes haven't moved from my eyes. I love the way that they are darkening, so much that I can't tell where the brown starts and the black ends. I can feel that she's getting close. The way she's moving, one hand moves from my ass, to palm her own breast. I do the same.
"Oh god Catherine." Sara hisses, her voice is rough, "You're so beautiful." She moves, kissing me stealing my moan as I thrust hard into her. I want to ride her, make her sore. Make her remember this. I pull away.
"Yes, Sara." I whisper, "You feel so fucking good." I move faster, harder against her. I gasp as she bites her lip, her eyes dropping, "No Sara look at me, look at me." I plead with her. "Just watch me."
Sara's eyes snap back to my face. I see the hand on her breast flatten, and the other dig hard into my ass. Her stomach muscles tense, she's oh so close. The sweet sting of her fingernails makes me smile. She'll leave marks, but I don't fucking care. I'm marking her as well. Sara's eyes flutter shut, but then she stares back at me. I push hard against her. She orgasms with a low moan, as soon as I hear that I answer with another moan, and thrust hard into her as I come a few seconds later. We ride each other's orgasm out, then come to a halt as we try and control ourselves.
I rest my head against hers. Listening to her breathing. I smile. I can almost see her pulse throbbing at her pulse point. I bend my head and kiss her pulse point, inhaling her scent, I sneak a quick taste of her sweat to complete my senses map. I want to remember this. Frame it in my mind. I can feel her nipples hard against my own, the way her breathing tickles my hair.
Sara chuckles, "My turn." She says as she flips me onto my back, her hands are now holding herself up, I move my hands so that I can dig my nails into her ass. Turnabout's fair play. I think as she bites her lip as she rolls her hips. I sigh. Taking my cue from her. Hard and fast.
Sara's eyes are now back on me, she starts a hard rhythm against my hips. I know that I'm going to be sore, but I welcome it. I want her aggression, her passion. As well her tenderness her care, hiding under those layers that she's wrapped herself around in. I want her completely.
"I want you Sara Sidle." I tell her, "I want you to fuck me, I want you to mark me. I want you completely." I tell her.
Sara smiles, there's a note of tenderness in her eyes, such a contrast to her frenzied movements, "You have everything Catherine." She tells me bending her head to kiss me so delicately on the lips, "Everything." She says as she moves, "Just ask."
I groan as I orgasm for the second time. I dig my hands in, that encourages her to keep going. Another orgasm catches me off guard, before Sara comes twice in quick succession before she collapses into me.
Sara's breathing hard, she raises her head, then kisses me gently, "I love you." She says then gently tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, tracing the curve of my face and jaw. She looks at me, her brown eyes widen, but she doesn't say a word, as she kisses me again, just the press of her lips on mine. She doesn't ask me what's wrong. She sees something in my eyes. I don't know how I could be feel so insecure now, after what we've just done. Maybe it's been my past relationships.
"I'm scared." I tell her softly, answering her unspoken question.
"Why?" She asks.
"I had one of those moments." I tell her. "A what if." I say looking away.
"Look at me Catherine." She commands me, I turn to face her. "I love you Catherine." She tells me. Kissing me on the lips. "You won't loose me."
I look up at her, "Promise?"
"I'm not a butterfly Cath." Sara assures me. "I don't go to the most attractive thing at the moment. I don't seek out 'the place in the sun'." She cups my cheek, "I'm safe here. No one can get me. You make me safe Catherine. And I like it. I've liked it ever since you kissed me that night." She half smiles, "After you blew me off after we'd got Sandi's killer." She tells me as she pulls away from me, lying on her back. "It wasn't something I was looking for, but as soon you kissed me, I found myself enthralled, and I still am, I wouldn't change anything." She says
I snuggle up to her, Sara curls into me, "So don't go seeing the phantasms or the phantasmagorias that the cases conjured up. I'm real."
"He said that as well." I note softly. I can't help it, when it comes to Gil, I can't help the little bubble of jealousy that always floats around. Even though I know that nothing happened between them. I don't think if anyone made a move and it was replicated that they would let go.
Sara smiles, "See? If the most unresponsive man we both have ever known actually sees how much I love you and you love me then it's damn true." She chuckles softly, "Now c'mere. We've got a couple of hours before Lindsey returns, I want you nice and rested."
I laugh softly, then punch her arm before nuzzling into her neck. She kisses my hair before I close my eyes and let her breathing soothe me into sleep.
***
End Part 6
Part VI: - Reclaiming Myself.
Sara is watching me when I wake up. She smiles, "Morning." She kisses me gently I slide my arm around her neck.
"Why weren't you in bed with me?" I ask her.
"Because...you slept in, and I went to collect Lindsey." She tells me, she gives me a kiss, "I came up to check on you. Because eta on pizza." She tells me. "Movie night is waiting for you down stairs."
I smile, "How did Linds guilt you into pizza?" I ask her.
Sara laughs, "No guilt trip needed." She tells me, "It's a reward, she got a B on her English paper." Sara tells me. "And remember every time she gets an A or a B, it's a reward."
I smile, "Is it pinned to the fridge?"
Sara laughs again, "Of course." She tells me, "As always." She smiles.
"You go downstairs I'll be down soon." I tell her.
Sara takes my hand and kisses it, "Don't be long love." She whispers smiling.
I watch her go. There's a sway in her hips, that makes me smile. I get up, dress and head downstairs.
Sara's sprawled on the sofa with Lindsey sprawled over the floor, Sara's watching the TV, Lindsey's wrapped up watching the screen, her eyes haven't moved. Sara twitches slightly. She turns her head, "Hey Linds, pause the TV your mom's here."
Lindsey nods, "OK." She reaches for the remote. She pauses the DVD, then gets up and heads into the kitchen.
Sara swings her legs over and she sits back. I sit down next to her, Lindsey comes back, "Hey Mom." She hands me her paper. I smile as I see the big red B.
"Well done Linds!" I hug her, she returns the hug then pulls away, "No wonder pizza is on the menu." I raise my eyebrows at Sara who is looking innocently at me from her comfy spot on the sofa.
"Aw Mom." Lindsey whines, "Sara just did what you would of done." She pouts at me.
"I know, I remember our deal. A and B are rewards." I tell her, "I'm surprised you didn't want money."
Lindsey makes a pssh noise, which sound like she's been listening to Sara too much, because I know Sara makes the same noise, "Pizza's much more fun for movie night."
On cue, the doorbell rings. Sara's uncurled herself from the sofa and heading towards to the door, pulling out her wallet.
A few minutes later, two large pizzas are settled on the coffee table, Lindsey's paper is happily back pinned to the fridge, Lindsey is sprawled out next to the coffee table, I'm making myself rather comfortable on Sara who's currently eating a slice of garlic bread. I don't know how she can eat that then expect me to engage in a round of making out when my daughter is distracted.
Nothing's as good as a cold shower as my daughter making ew noises and fake throwing up sounds when I just happen to be making out with Sara when I thought she was distracted enough.
Sara snorts softly as she catches something on the TV that amuses her, she reaches for slice of the veggie pizza, she doesn't take her eyes from the screen. I often joke that she has a fetish for old Disney classics fairy tales. But I know that it's something she doesn't like to talk about. I know that her family isn't something she likes to talk about. She mentions that her father liked to hit her mother and her and her brother, the almost casual violence she grew up with. We'd just got back together when she told me that her mother killed her father. It was a case I was dealing with. Young couple, apparently clean cut. Wife is found half beaten to death, husband DOA. It didn't make sense when our suspect came in and confessed. He was the wife's co worker. No link to the husband. Until we got the medical records. Some one had made a punch bag out of the wife, the husband. But no one knew.
I mentioned this to Sara, expressing anger about it. Sara surprised me by telling me that she understood the anger. And she understood when the perp was coming from. Something in her tone alerted me.
I asked how. And she told me. She told me about her family. And she told me about her mother's affair. The man who would be just waiting for her. His name was Nathan Vincent. He was her mother's lawyer.
That caught my attention. Sara then admitted that her mother had been the happiest she'd ever seen her. When Nathan came around. And her father had gotten worse as her mother became happier. The night her father died, her mother had told him that she was filing for divorce. Nathan was waiting for her.
That's when my heart broke for her. Sara described the beating that left her mother black and blue on the floor, she had witnessed it, and got a beating her self for it. Then she watched her mother murder her father.
Something bugs me about it. The way she described the trial. The way Nathan had pleaded that it wasn't her mother's fault. The White Knight. I frown. Riding to his damsel's rescue, saving the damsel and clearing the name of his object of infatuation.
Just like Richard Ingles. My mood darkens. He wanted to be Debbie's. He tried to be it. But in the end he was just as bad as the rest. I shake my head.
"Catherine?" The soft voice jerks me out of my thoughts. Sara's looking at me, "You hungry?" She asks.
I smile, "Yeah, just zoned out there."
Sara smiles, "Sure. We've had a few rough days." She tells me, "It feels good to relax, knowing that we've got a few days off." She smiles at me, then kisses me chastely on the lips, "So come on pig out and relax."
I laugh then snag a slice of pizza as Lindsey sorts through the pile of rental DVDs. Sara presses a soft kiss against my hair.
***
I close the door. I just took Lindsey to school. One of my guilty pleasures actually being able to drop off my daughter. I left Sara sleeping.
I walk back to the bedroom. Sara's splayed out, her head lying on my pillow, her nose tucked into my pillow. I smile at that. She couldn't sleep with of a piece of me.
I put a hand on my stomach. I close my eyes. Then image flashes through my head. Sara, curled up next to Gil. Their eyes locking...then they sharing a tender kiss. Their laughter makes me what to put my hands over my ears. Then I see myself standing over them, Sara's throat is slit, but I see that Gil's been cut into pieces...
I open my eyes. I grit my teeth. Would you do the same as I did? If you saw someone taking away the person that you love? Ingles' voice asks me in my head.
I'm not you. And Sara is not Debbie. They couldn't be anymore different. You made her. The action of you rejecting her could of made her that way. You let her go, and she found someone else. I snap back.
"Catherine?" Sara's sleepy voice jerks me out of my thoughts. She's staring at me, all sleep rumpled. She's got bed hair, her brown eyes are hooded and sleepy.
I smile as the curl of possessiveness flutters in my stomach. She's in my bed, we've made it ours. She wants to be there, she wants me. I snarl in my head, trying to shut up the voices. She's here with me, no one else.
"Hey baby." I purr as I walk over, Sara's eyes drop to my hips. I know I shouldn't feel so insecure, but I know what she likes and wants. I use this knowledge to my advantage. "I was just thinking about you."
Sara's sleepy smile is worth it, "Really?" She asks, as she sits up, letting the sheet fall, "Why was that?"
I laugh, "Well, I was thinking about your possessive streak."
Sara's head drops, "Did...it worry you?" She asks me, her eyes go wide and childlike. Like she was asking me to tell her that Santa Claus still lived.
"Why would it worry me?" I ask her as I sit on the bed. "You could never harm me Sara." I tell her. "We both match with our streaks."
Sara half smiles, then I kiss her gently, "I love you. Flaws and all." I tell her.
"Me too." Sara replies. "Do we have the house to ourselves?" She asks me.
I laugh, "You're obsessed with get me into bed with you aren't you Sidle?" I tease her as I kick my shoes off.
Sara laughs, "Do you blame me Willows?" She teases me back, "A hot strawberry blonde who used to be a stripper, now a kick ass CSI got to love those types." She pushes my shirt up, "I want to know her, inside and out. I can not get enough of her. So let me burn her into my senses. So much that I can recall the sight of her when I'm blinded. So much that I can recall the touch of her when I'm bound not allowed to touch. So much that I can recall the taste of her when I can't taste anymore. So much that I can recall the tones of her voice when I am deafened. So much that I can recall the smell of her perfume when I can not smell anymore." Sara presses a kiss against my stomach, "And let me feel her love inside me when she is not there, let me love her so that she can feel my love inside her when I am not there." She looks back at me.
I find myself smiling, she can be quite poetic when she wants. "Sara."
"Hush, hush." She whispers, she moves away from, pulling off her top, pushing the covers off, dropping her shorts on the floor.
I rid myself of my clothes and join her in bed. I lie on top of her, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Sara's arms snake around me, her fingers burying themselves in my hair. I push a thigh in-between her legs.
Sara pulls away, "I want to do something." She whispers. She sits up, settling me into her lap, "Spread your legs my darling." She pleads.
I do what she asks. Sara smiles, then she settles my legs around her hips, so she could spread her own legs so that we touch. She grasps my ass, she starts to rub herself against me. Her eyes lock on my face. I bite my lip as I feel her clit touch mine. I start moving, rolling my hips, teasing her as she moves against me. This isn't a new position, but it feels more intimate than the last few times we've made love.
No. I correct myself. It feels more intimate because is both of us together. I think as I dig my hands into her arms. I see her hiss as I dig my nails into her arms. She starts to move harder, I respond in kind, forcing her into the bed. We haven't said a word, all that we can hear is each other's breathing. Her eyes haven't moved from my eyes. I love the way that they are darkening, so much that I can't tell where the brown starts and the black ends. I can feel that she's getting close. The way she's moving, one hand moves from my ass, to palm her own breast. I do the same.
"Oh god Catherine." Sara hisses, her voice is rough, "You're so beautiful." She moves, kissing me stealing my moan as I thrust hard into her. I want to ride her, make her sore. Make her remember this. I pull away.
"Yes, Sara." I whisper, "You feel so fucking good." I move faster, harder against her. I gasp as she bites her lip, her eyes dropping, "No Sara look at me, look at me." I plead with her. "Just watch me."
Sara's eyes snap back to my face. I see the hand on her breast flatten, and the other dig hard into my ass. Her stomach muscles tense, she's oh so close. The sweet sting of her fingernails makes me smile. She'll leave marks, but I don't fucking care. I'm marking her as well. Sara's eyes flutter shut, but then she stares back at me. I push hard against her. She orgasms with a low moan, as soon as I hear that I answer with another moan, and thrust hard into her as I come a few seconds later. We ride each other's orgasm out, then come to a halt as we try and control ourselves.
I rest my head against hers. Listening to her breathing. I smile. I can almost see her pulse throbbing at her pulse point. I bend my head and kiss her pulse point, inhaling her scent, I sneak a quick taste of her sweat to complete my senses map. I want to remember this. Frame it in my mind. I can feel her nipples hard against my own, the way her breathing tickles my hair.
Sara chuckles, "My turn." She says as she flips me onto my back, her hands are now holding herself up, I move my hands so that I can dig my nails into her ass. Turnabout's fair play. I think as she bites her lip as she rolls her hips. I sigh. Taking my cue from her. Hard and fast.
Sara's eyes are now back on me, she starts a hard rhythm against my hips. I know that I'm going to be sore, but I welcome it. I want her aggression, her passion. As well her tenderness her care, hiding under those layers that she's wrapped herself around in. I want her completely.
"I want you Sara Sidle." I tell her, "I want you to fuck me, I want you to mark me. I want you completely." I tell her.
Sara smiles, there's a note of tenderness in her eyes, such a contrast to her frenzied movements, "You have everything Catherine." She tells me bending her head to kiss me so delicately on the lips, "Everything." She says as she moves, "Just ask."
I groan as I orgasm for the second time. I dig my hands in, that encourages her to keep going. Another orgasm catches me off guard, before Sara comes twice in quick succession before she collapses into me.
Sara's breathing hard, she raises her head, then kisses me gently, "I love you." She says then gently tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, tracing the curve of my face and jaw. She looks at me, her brown eyes widen, but she doesn't say a word, as she kisses me again, just the press of her lips on mine. She doesn't ask me what's wrong. She sees something in my eyes. I don't know how I could be feel so insecure now, after what we've just done. Maybe it's been my past relationships.
"I'm scared." I tell her softly, answering her unspoken question.
"Why?" She asks.
"I had one of those moments." I tell her. "A what if." I say looking away.
"Look at me Catherine." She commands me, I turn to face her. "I love you Catherine." She tells me. Kissing me on the lips. "You won't loose me."
I look up at her, "Promise?"
"I'm not a butterfly Cath." Sara assures me. "I don't go to the most attractive thing at the moment. I don't seek out 'the place in the sun'." She cups my cheek, "I'm safe here. No one can get me. You make me safe Catherine. And I like it. I've liked it ever since you kissed me that night." She half smiles, "After you blew me off after we'd got Sandi's killer." She tells me as she pulls away from me, lying on her back. "It wasn't something I was looking for, but as soon you kissed me, I found myself enthralled, and I still am, I wouldn't change anything." She says
I snuggle up to her, Sara curls into me, "So don't go seeing the phantasms or the phantasmagorias that the cases conjured up. I'm real."
"He said that as well." I note softly. I can't help it, when it comes to Gil, I can't help the little bubble of jealousy that always floats around. Even though I know that nothing happened between them. I don't think if anyone made a move and it was replicated that they would let go.
Sara smiles, "See? If the most unresponsive man we both have ever known actually sees how much I love you and you love me then it's damn true." She chuckles softly, "Now c'mere. We've got a couple of hours before Lindsey returns, I want you nice and rested."
I laugh softly, then punch her arm before nuzzling into her neck. She kisses my hair before I close my eyes and let her breathing soothe me into sleep.
***
End Part 6