Title: Sofia and wine Pairing: Sara/Sofia Disclaimer: There not mine sighs
Warning: there are sexual references, but that may also depend on the readers interpretation.
A/N: This is just dribble, it refers to how Sara deals with drinking and how it fits in relation to Sofia and the effect they both have.

Sofia wore on me like wine to my head, sweet and honest with every word from the very first sip, I wanted more. It wasn't the cheap kind, that wine. I watched as she poured a second glass and I couldn't bargain with her, I wanted it. I'd of sucked the cork dry if she'd offered.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hand still holding the neck and as I found myself there beneath her, I saw myself. A mirror looking down at me coming undone, slow and seductive, she controlled me and I knew her so well.

I remembered her fingers circling that glass as her fingers worked on me now. They felt like the breeze against my skin, delicately awakening every inch as I lay there; my body once cold and numb now a fire of anticipation┘

The tip of her tongue was red and washed over me, my lips left wet from her kisses... And every kiss was as good as the last, until you're drunk with kisses and falling asleep in her arms. Hoping that when you wake the bottle isn't empty.

But this time when I woke she was still sleeping beside me, the bottle untouched by either of us and resting on the side next to two dry glasses.

"Hey" she said her eyes not opening, her hand pressing against my shoulder asking me to stay.

"Hey" I smiled into her and closed my eyes knowing I would sleep sound with her on my lips and not the wine. Who needed wine when you could have Sofia?