How Do You Like Your Cereal?
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or the characters, but I do own the character Caroline Falco. I also do not own and song lyrics that may be mentioned in any of the written chapters. Again I do not own Final Destination 1, 2 or 3 but I am using references of the story line.
Summary: Set in Season 6 (Lady Heather's daughter, Zoë, is dead).- Nick gets a hair cut and a five o'clock shadow and gets up enough courage to put the 'moves' on Sara...it only took how many years? Might mention couples such as Warrick & Tina, Greg & Sophia, Catherine & Hodges, Grissom & Lady Heather, and Brass & OC
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How Do You Like Your Cereal?
Sara snuggles further into the feather light pillow that spreads out before her. The sides of the pillow fold up, cradling her cheek with the utmost softness. The sent that fills the room is not her own but it is one of familiarly. She easily buries further into the bed, shielding herself from the impatient sun trying its hardest to peek through the tightly shut blinds. The yellowness bleeds quickly into the dusty sky, changing from dusk to dawn in only a matter of minutes.
A strong calloused hand drapes at her hip, his arm resting heavily, but not uncomfortably, on the dip in her lower back, and a thumb sways back and forth over her skin. She fights the urge to use the bathroom, wanting to stay in his presence longer, but she quickly realizes that if she doesn't move now, she'll never make it to the bathroom. Sara then slides out of bed finding his button down shirt lying haphazardly on the floor at her feet. She buttons the middle button long enough to run quickly to the bathroom. Her feet shuffle effortlessly over the cream colored carpet. The dark burgundy walls seem almost black with the slow rising sun. She enters the bathroom with urgency in each step. When she's done, she finds the sink with a little help from the blue hue of light being cast through another set of closed blinds. She turns to quietly flush the toilet and make her way back to his bed, missing the warmth radiating from his Texan body.
By now, his body had rolled itself over onto his back: his arms askewed. Knowing that his body offers more protection from the cold than his shirt, she pulls it off her body and climbs back into bed. Sara reaches for the blanket scrunched at the foot of the bed and pulls so it lay over the sheet, but under the comforter. She then turns to her side and conforms her body to fit like a puzzle to his. The dip between the side of his chest and the side of his hip is covered with her stomach. Her breasts lay against the warm side of his chest and her hand rests over his heart feeling a steady pulse thump against her fingertips. She smiles and snuggles her face into the perfect curve of his neck and sighs. She feels his fingertips rub slow vertical lines on her arm, lulling her back into a peaceful sleep. Silently she remembers her how she got into his bed, how she got into Nick's bed. A smile turns up her lips and fills her heart with…love!
Hours later
Nick wakes to the sound of snoring: it's not too loud, it's more of a whistle than anything else. He looks down and sees the top of her head, a curly mess of hair spread out across his chest. He smiles to himself at how she ended up in his bed, with him: he's one lucky son-of-a bitch, that's for sure.