Title: On the Floor
Author: Jeanine (jeanine@iol.ie)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sara/Warrick
Spoilers: None
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Summary: Sara finds Warrick in an unusual position
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"Don't move."
I know that I'm being rude, cutting Sara off in mid-sentence, but given the alternative, I'd rather be rude. Not that there was much chance of her actually saying much more; her voice was already trailing off before I said a word. Not that I can blame her; after all, if I came downstairs from a crime scene to find her crawling around on the floor on her hands and knees, I'd be speechless too.
But this is Sara, so she recovers quickly. "Warrick, what the hell are you doing?" There's a slight chuckle in her voice, and I give her a look of disgust over my shoulder. Of course, since my left eye is screwed tightly shut, the look doesn't have the desired effect; instead, her smile broadens, her shoulders shaking with stifled laughter.
"I dropped a contact lens," I tell her, going back to my searching. "I think it was around here somewhere…" That said, I've been crawling around here for the last ten minutes without any luck.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" She's doing her best to keep her amusement in check, not doing a very good job of it, and I hold up a hand to get her to stay where she is.
"Just stay there," I tell her. "Don't want you stepping on it."
"OK." But behind me, I hear the click of a torch being switched on, and when I glance over my shoulder again, I see a very lop-sided, blurry Sara shining a beam of light on the floor, eyes narrowed as she joins me in my search.
There's silence in the kitchen for a good five minutes, then Sara's voice breaks it. "Found it." She sounds triumphant, and I turn quickly, carefully, crawling over to the spot she's illuminated.
"Can you get me the sterile water from my kit?" I ask as I pick the tiny piece of plastic up, dropping it in the palm of my hand. By the time I've done that, she's back kneeling in front of me, water bottle open, and she watches, with a slightly bemused look on her face as I irrigate the lens, making sure that no specks of dirt cling to it. I hand the water back to her and move the lens to the tip of my finger, getting ready to put it in, and it's then that she speaks.
"Are you sure you're supposed to be doing that?"
I shoot her a look before using my index and middle finger to hold my eye open. "Not really," I tell her, knowing the answer should be no, but I've done this before and I've not gone blind yet. I just won't tell Doctor Harris about this at my next check-up. Staring straight ahead, I pop in the lens, blinking quickly and rubbing my eyelid, moving the lens into place, blinking some more and looking at Sara, who is blessedly in focus, and smiling at me.
And I blink again then, because I don't think I ever realised until just now what a beautiful smile she has.
I'm getting a very good look at it, because it broadens as I stare at her, and I'm suddenly aware that she's looking right into my eyes. "Are those lenses tinted?" she asks, and I raise an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at the question.
"No," I reply. "Just my regular eyes."
If the question surprised me, so too does her reaction to my answer, her lips quirking up in a grin, her shoulders rising in a shrug, her gaze dropping down to the floor. None of those things are as interesting as the flush of red that spreads across her cheeks. "I just never noticed them before is all," she says quietly, and something, some spark of madness lights inside my heart, makes me reach out my hand to her chin, cupping it, lifting her head so that she can look at me again.
"Yeah," I say. "There's a lot of that going around."
She doesn't say anything, and we stay like that for what seems like a long time, the two of us kneeling on the floor facing one another, but it can't be more than a minute before I'm aware that I'm leaning closer to her, not only that, but she's leaning towards me too. I've barely had time to process that realisation when her lips are touching mine.
I'd be lying if I said that I've never thought about kissing Sara; I just never thought it would happen.
And I certainly didn't expect it to happen like this, or for it to feel so right.
But when we pull away from one another, her eyes sparkling, her smile broader than any I've ever seen from her, I realise that this is pretty close to perfect.