The Consequences of Swimming
Rated: M
Summery: When Sara agreed to leave with Greg Sanders, she couldn't have possibly seen what she had ahead of her.
A/N: Wow! Talk about being proud of reviewers! I am so proud, hands all reviewers a cookie. Ok, so it was brought to my attention that I didn't explain the italics, yes that is the story from the future. As many have guessed, it is Sara, she is 84 and Greg is dead, he died 20 years before hand. Only Nick and Warrick survive with her and their spouses are gone also.
Chapter Three: Perfectly Matching
"Hello?" her voice was ragged now, worn with the age of 84 years and too much smoking when she was younger.
"Grandmamma?" a shaky voice replied on the other end
"Diane? Is that you sweetie pie?" she asked, standing up slowly.
She walked over to the kitchen, her cane in her hand. The doctor said she wasn't strong enough now to walk without one, it killed her to depend on something as horrible as a cane, but she really didn't have a choice in the matter. Grabbing a cup out of the dishwasher, she shakily picked up the coffee pot.
"Yeah its me. Hey Grandmamma can I ask you . . . Can I ask you . . ."
"About Grandpapa?" she spoke softly, a smile forming on his lips.
"Yeah," Diane replied surprised.
"Why don't you stop by, we can talk face to face."
"Sure, I will be over in about fifteen minutes," she started. "Love you Grandma."
"Love you too honey. Bye bye."
She slowly sat down the coffee pot, not taking her beady eyes of the glass until it was firmly in place. It wasn't that she was scared to drop the coffee pot again, but she was scared of getting down to pick it up and the possibility she might not be able to get back up alone. She hated it, her legs getting weaker as her days got shorter. It was times like this he always promised he would be there for her.
"When you get to old to walk on your own, I will be holding onto your arm," she whispered.
But, he wasn't here to help her now. He wanted to be, she knew that. Neither of them had expected it. But even as the heartbreak almost killed her, she knew that she would go back and do it all over again. Because that meant reliving it all, having another moment, to be wrapped in his arms.
She just wished that if she could do something different, it had been to realize he was perfect much longer before she did.
Completely forgetting about the coffee, or her granddaughter, she sat down in her old chair and began to write where she left off.
Sara kissed at his lips, sweet, soft and warm to the first touch. The strange mixture or Blue Hawaiian and chocolate ran through her like an addiction. Toxic, sweet, warming, and gave you that buzz that your body longed for and got lost in.
His wet tongue slipped across her bottom lip, making her quiver and long for him in ways she never predicted possible. She let out a soft purr, opening her mouth and drinking him in like everlasting water. His tongue teased her, grazing by her own just to let her get a feel of him.
He took his time with her, dominating over her, taking his way at his own pace. Most men she had been with never dared to make it his way, him leading the lustful tango of heat and needs of two bodies. Almost as if fearing it would jeopardize their chances. Each man is different in bed, she had learned that well over her years. Some take it fast, only it for the insane need to dive into a warm body, others take it slowly, almost too slow and make it boring. But not one man dominated her, some had thought about it, but never acted on it.
That is why she never needed a man. He could slip in her once, and walk away and she wouldn't be left shaking for more. He could touch her, make one wrong move and she could get up and walk away, never regretting it. She thought maybe that was why no man dominated; no man took the lead, because her free spirit might not allow it.
But him, her best friend no less, could take his way with her. He was the first man that stepped up and took his way. He was experienced; more experienced than she ever imagined him to be honestly. Most men thought they were experienced, and many of them were, but he was mind blowing experienced. Just at the first kiss, the very first stage of something that some how wasn't even defined, he knew what many men before him never figured out.
What turned her on.
A man leading her, that's what sparked her attention more than anything else ever could.
Sara was finally feeling that feeling she had been longing for, for so long, too long. A man that knew what she wanted and gave it to her, that feeling of desire she hadn't experienced in ages. And he hadn't even made any other move than a kiss.
But what a kiss it was, so fiery, so passionate. Their almost bare bodies pushed together so tightly it was almost as if they were fused together, in an hot entanglement that ran through them like liquid fire.
He pushed on her slightly, urging her to lead them out of the pool. She moved slowly, making sure not to break the kiss, in terror that the magic would leave if it did. She felt her feet step out of the water, and onto the marble steps.
Next thing she knew she was being slammed onto the ground, a force of impact with the concrete we sure to leave a bruise, but it was the last thing on her mind. He sat down above her, his knees straddling her body as his hands lingered down her, stopping slightly as he reached her breasts.
Knowing what he wanted, she arched her back, taking his hands around her and leading him to the hook of her soaked, black bra. She pushed it off her shoulders and fell back to the concrete fully, feeling the cool sensation of it rise up her body. He continued to kiss her during this; biting at her bottom lip so hard, she tasted the blood seep into her mouth. Somehow, she didn't care he 'harmed' her; she only wanted him to slip inside her.
"Grandmamma? You here?"
Her eyes somehow stayed glued to the screen, the memory washing over her like drops of refreshing rain. Even the memories, as she typed it out slowly, her fingers aching with old age, made her feel that desire that was pounding through her that day so many years ago, too many years ago to be real.
Almost fifty years since the day their tangled, confusing, and somewhat exhausting love affair began. Fifty years, to many years had passed and she could still smell his cologne lingering on her afterwards. The woman, as old as she was at the ripe age of 84, could still feel her heart flutter as they came closer to making love. She could still hear their gasps of pleasure, one after another. She could still imagine it and it still felt as sweet as it did almost fifty years ago.
"Grandmamma? What are you doing?"
Her granddaughter's sweet voice finally snapped her back, and as quickly, as her old fingers could handle it she saved the document and erased it from the screen.
"Nothing, silly things."
"Grandmamma," she chuckled, "I know how to use one of those better than you do, so if you wont tell me what you were doing I can find out myself."
"So smart you are. Just like your Grandfather," She said in high hopes of changing the subject. "Want something to drink? I have grape Kool-Aid your favorite."
"I'll get us a glass 'mamma," she whispered getting up and pouring to glasses, "So just what were you writing?"
She chuckled as her Granddaughter's young eyes lit with curiosity as she handed her a glass. Pushing her coffee cup aside, she pulled up her document and handed the computer to her Grandchild.
"I can write it better than I can say it," she whispered. "I have been aiming to let you read it."
"Is this a-"
"Romance novel? Yes. And before you ask, it is completely true down to the verb about your grandfather and I."
"You- Grandpa trespassed?"
Sara watched as Diane's eyes lit, hazel and warm, just like Greg's were.
"Somewhat."
"Grandma this is so romantic!" she gushed.
"Keep reading, then you will probably want to stop."
After a few moments, those oh so similar hazel eyes met her with a blush and read down to the very last sentence.
"Why don't I just tell you. I need to finish this chapter anyway. You can type it for me, you're quicker and my hands are aching."
"Grandma, are you going to publish this?"
"Why? Do you think I shouldn't?"
"No, quite the opposite. I think you should, this so amazing."
"Just wait, you haven't even heard the best part yet."
They laughed together, as she sipped on her drink, recalling the memories in seamless detail, as her granddaughter lit with happiness.
A happiness much like her fathers.
A happiness, perfectly matching her grandfathers.
A/N: Hey, so I hoped you liked it! To explain the father thing. Diane's fathers name was Richard, and he died two years ago(you will find out later) Diane is twenty years old, and we will find out more about her later and Sara's future family. Once again, hoped you liked (loved) the chapter. Review for me please!
PS: Just got to mention yesterdays episode! Anyone who hasnt seen it yet, you have your warning!
Oh my gosh, so sad, I almost cried for pour Greg! Blaming him for that! I got sooo mad, screamed at the tv, my mom thought i was going into some type of fit or something, lol. But seriously GREAT moment there, her hand going in front of Greg protectivly. My mom and Iwere discussing ships earlier, she things Greg an Wendy(dna tech cant rememeber her name i think thats it) is good for each other, I happen to disagree being the hardcore Sandle fan I am smiles evilly that moment soo burned her.