Mistletoe Magic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Just a short Christmas drabble
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"Why do we always have to come to this party?" Sara Sidle all but whined as she tact a sprig of mistletoe above the break room door.
Giving a smug smile, Greg Sanders held tighter to the step ladder. "Because Ecklie's such an ass he'd probably fire you if you didn't."
"Seriously." Putting out her hand she watched as he grabbed it helping her down. "So, what are you doing for the holiday?"
"I don't know, probably go out and visit my mom in New York, how about you?"
Shrugging she dropped her gaze. "Stay home… maybe work on a cold case."
Silence held for a moment before Greg lifted her chin. "How 'bout you come out to the big city with me. My mom would love to meet you."
"You told your mom about me?" He nodded full heartily before she shook her head. "I couldn't."
"Yes you can… come on, it'd be better than going over a case I'm sure you've gone over before."
Before she was able to answer Catherine came sauntering up. "Shouldn't you two be doing something other than talking?" She asked rhetorically nodding toward the ceiling before leaving.
Looking up, they both blushed, finding the sprig of mistletoe they had placed just moments earlier.
Glancing tentatively at each other Greg stuttered. "Its tradition."
Swallowing hard, Sara nodded. "Yeah." Watching him move closer made her heart rate increase and her hands shake.
Placing his hands on her hips and his lips on her own, he smiled. Finally after years of flirting here she was, in his arms. Feeling her pull back slightly, he applied more pressure, making the once light kiss more passionate.
Desire flowed through her body feeling as the kiss turned fervent, making her knees go weak. Pulling back, she ran a hand through his curls, breathing heavily. "About New York…I want to go."
Caressing her back, Greg grinned. "Really?"
"Oh yeah." Sara cooed shortly, before putting her arms around his neck and pulling him into a burning kiss.
END…R&R, if you want a sequel……
