Properties of Physics
By GeoGirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Witchblade. If I did, we'd have had Season 3.
A/N: Just a little one parter. Blame it on Mark. Rated PG-13, to be on the safe side.
I see her through the door of the bedroom trying to wash up the rest of the dishes from breakfast. The only meal we've actually eaten today. Her hair is piled haphazardly on her head with a pencil holding it in place. I swear, next to her skin, her hair is the softest thing I've every touched in my life. And I love the fact that it drives her wild when I play with her hair. That's bonus points because it turns me on too, to have my fingers wrapped in those chestnut strands of silk. Just thinking about that causes me to want to bring her back to bed.
My new mission.
I get out of the bed as quietly as I can and carefully pick my way across the hardwood floors. I successfully avoid those squeaky boards in the short hall that leads to the bathroom.
As I come up behind her I am drawn to her exposed neck. I smile at the thought of what a little attention to that area does to her. I am standing right behind her now and I feel the heat of her body, radiating in waves. I lean in and breathe softly on the back of her neck and watch as goose bumps appear on her exposed skin.
I do it again and instinctively she leans back trying to connect the two magnets that inhabit our bodies. I step back slightly not wanting to stop the teasing just yet.
I push a stray strand of hair to one side, avoiding contact with her skin. She gives a little sigh. Ah, things are progressing well. Breathing again on her neck, my hand starts a slow journey along her arm, not touching but almost. Electricity arcs between us.
She is so still I wonder if she's forgotten to breathe and I lean in and place a light kiss on her shoulder. I am rewarded by sharp intake of her breath. She leans back again and this time I allow her to make contact.
I create a winding trail of kisses along her neck and shoulder and I swear she's purring like a contented cat. This time my fingers make contact with her skin as my hand ascends up her arm. The hairs on her arms are standing at attention now and I feel my blood heating up.
My hand snakes over and I place a splayed hand on her stomach and pull her gently backward so that we are completely touching, toe to head. Magnet to magnet. She begins to move like a cat, rubbing up and down slowly, driving me crazy. I long to lay my head on her stomach and feel her hands in my hair. That will come later.
My lips find her ear and I catch the lobe between my lips. I am rewarded again with a moan and I answer in return.
"Sara."
One of her hands is now on my rear and not so gently she pulls me forward. She is quite aware of what this is doing to my body. My thumb reaches upward and slowly caresses the bottom of her breast and the moaning increases.
I remove my hand and gently grab her wrist. The Witchblade is quiet and content, but I can feel her blood speeding through her veins.
"Come back to bed love," I whisper into her hair.
She turns and smiles.
"Gabriel," she sighs as I gently pull her back towards the bed.