Where the Grass is Greener
Chapter Six
Sara woke up early. It was seven-thirty. She stretched and yawned leisurely and rolled over. Warrick wasn't facing her, but she could tell that he was sleeping soundly. She leaned over him and kissed his cheek then she sat up and surveyed her bedroom. The only clutter was Warrick's clothes all over the place, and her panties were somewhere in the room too. Her dress had been abandoned on the living room floor. The memories of their night together were still fresh in her mind. It had been a long time. Gauging from her soreness, it had been a very long time.
She wrapped the sheet around her and got up. She opened the curtains and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and then she exited and headed to the kitchen. She began to make some eggs and toast. It was a common misconception that she didn't know how to cook. The truth was that she did not like to cook. Takeout was her only food group in her apartment up until a few days ago. Sara could cook, but she never liked to, and when she did, she always made more than she could ever eat. Meals were always large, considering she lived in a B&B. People came and went, but the food was always a big issue in her family. It didn't help that her family was Italian. Sara smiled as she remembered what her mother would say every time Sara complained about too much food on the table: "In my country, children your age were lucky to even get a half-course meal, let alone have a meal at all! As your grandmother say; eat, don't be ashamed". She would say this whilst piling food on her plate.
She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a kiss to her neck.
"You are such a busy body in the morning," Warrick said.
Sara smiled and she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before returning her attention to her eggs.
"I didn't know you cooked," he said as he hugged her tighter.
"Not very often," Sara chuckled. "Don't get used to this every morning."
"Aw," Warrick said with a chuckle. "C'mon girl, what happened to the whole June Cleaver thing? A woman gets up in the morning, makes her man breakfast…packs his lunch…"
"Okay, Ward," Sara said sarcastically. "Why don't you go wake Wally and the Beaver? Don't strain yourself."
Warrick laughed. He stole a kiss from her. She elbowed him playfully.
"Cheeky."
They kissed again, and then Sara went back to making eggs, while Warrick made some coffee.
"Damn, Sara," he said, opening her cabinets in search of coffee. "You go harvest on weekends? What is all this?"
"I went shopping a few days ago," Sara explained, putting her eggs in the frying pan. "I went to a whole foods store."
"Ah, got tired of all the take out?" He asked.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Real mature," he chuckled. "Where do you keep your coffee?"
"In the cabinet over the sink," she said.
After a while, they sat down to breakfast.
"Did you want some jelly?" Sara asked as she slathered some on her toast.
"Yeah," he said. "Thanks."
As Sara ate, she thought about the night before and came upon a realization.
"Warrick," she started. "Before you think about it and worry, I'm on birth control. You don't have to worry about condoms or anything."
Warrick looked at her. By the look on his face, she could tell that he was thinking about it and that he would worry if she hadn't said anything.
"I'm sorry for not asking you last night," he said earnestly.
"Sweetie, it's okay," Sara said, taking his hand.
Relief crossed his face and he brought her hand up and kissed it.
Later, when they finished breakfast, they made love again. Sara couldn't get enough.
"Oh my God," Sara panted. "That was incredible."
"I agree," he said as he leaned over and kissed her deeply again.
She pulled him on top of her again as she kissed him. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Sara had never felt so uplifted in her life, and she was sure that Warrick hadn't either. She didn't know where all of her energy was coming from, but the end result was earth shattering and utterly pleasurable.
"You are so fine," Warrick said to her as he caressed her sweaty body.
Sara flushed and turned away, smiling.
Warrick smiled back at her and he kissed her again.
***
It was well into the afternoon when Warrick woke up. Sara was already awake and moving around her apartment. He saw that she placed his clothes from last night neatly across a chair. He sat up.
"Hey there," she said with a warm smile. She hopped onto the bed, crawled over to him and kissed him. "Did you have a good nap?"
Warrick smirked and pulled her to him. "Yes I did actually."
Sara raised an eyebrow. "I can tell."
They kissed sensually. Sara let go of the sheet and exposed her naked body to him. Warrick didn't know how many times the woman could go. Her naturally being Sara, determination and strength tagging her name, she could probably go for the rest of the day. As much as he liked that, he had to go to work that night, and he didn't want to be worn out from lack of sleep.
"Sara," he mumbled through their kiss. "I have to go."
She groaned. "Why?"
"I have to work tonight babe," he said, caressing her cheek. "I know I'm not going to get any sleep if I stay here."
She smirked. She looked downright sexy when she smirked. He thought she was the most beautiful creature to ever grace God's green earth. She was like Artemis on a good day. He wished that he didn't have to go to work, but he couldn't call in sick. Not only was it unnecessary, but being winded after making love to a woman all night and some of the morning was not a good excuse. Of course, he would never say that, but in his mind, that would be his only reason.
She leaned in and kissed him passionately. "Mm," she moaned. "Just one more time, please?" She begged.
"Sure babe," he said.
Warrick thought that making love to Sara was going to be a part of his daily routine. They did it again, and it was more frantic and demanding. Warrick was in awe of Sara. She must have not had any action in quite a while. He was glad that he was the one making her scream.
He held her for a few minutes more before getting up.
"Can I use your bathroom?" He asked.
"Yeah, go ahead baby," Sara said as she pulled the comforter up to her chin, content.
Sara's bathroom was uncharacteristically girly. He didn't know she liked the color pink. He'd known her for three years, and he had absolutely no idea what her favorite color was. Maybe it wasn't just pink. Her bathroom was meticulously clean, characteristic of her he knew because she was a neat freak. There was not a speck of dust to be found in her apartment. It was scary. He was a clean person, but not ever to Sara's extent. She was borderline obsessive.
He started the water for a shower. He didn't know whether she would freak out or not over him using her toothbrush. He knew that it would be best if he asked first.
"Hey Sara," he called.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I use you toothbrush?" He asked.
Sara came into the bathroom with a look of horror on her face. "Can't you just squeeze some toothpaste on your finger?"
"Yeah," he said. "That must mean no."
"Warrick, I'm sorry," she said. "I'm real weird about that."
"Hey, it's your toothbrush," he said. "But, this is what makes me wonder," Warrick said, turning to her. "You're weird about your toothbrush yet we've had our tongues down each other's throats, mind you sharing all our saliva."
"I know, but it's not the same as brushing your teeth," Sara said practically.
Warrick thought about it for a second then realized she had a good point. Sara left the bathroom. Steam was beginning to fill in the bathroom. He opened the door to the shower and stepped into the deluge. He picked up the soap and looked at it. Caress. It would figure. He put the soap down and let the water run over his body. Sara had one of those huge shower head fixtures that poured a good spray. It was relaxing.
Through all the steam, he could make out Sara's body through the opaque glass door. She opened it up with a naughty grin on her face.
"May I join you?" She asked.
Warrick gave her a lustful once over then pulled her in with him.
They stepped out of the shower about an hour later much happier people.
They kissed all the way to Sara's door. Warrick set her down after carrying her the whole way and continued kissing her.
"Sweetie," he started in between kisses. "I have-to go."
Sara pulled him to her for a deep sensual kiss before pulling away, out of breath. Warrick took in the sight of her as she leaned against the wall. Her cheeks were rosy from the heat that was flushing her body and her lips were bright pink with arousal. She ran a finger down his shirt buttons, her eyes threatening to rip his clothes off again. What was another night off?
He pulled out his cell phone and called Grissom.
"Hey Griss," he said. "It's Warrick."
"Hey," Grissom said on the other line "What's up?"
"Listen I need the night off again," Warrick said. "I think I'm coming down with something. I ran a fever."
"Sure, by all means," Grissom said. "Get well."
"I will," Warrick said. "Thanks. Bye."
"Bye," Grissom said then hung up.
Warrick clicked off.
"Now, let me tie up some loose cannons," he said as he dialed another number. Sara looked at him strangely. "Hodges."
Sara nodded.
"Hey Nick," Warrick said. "I need you to do me a favor."
After Warrick took care of everything, Sara didn't even wait two seconds before she jumped on him, kissing him wildly. Following through on her threat, she ripped his shirt down the middle and the buttons went flying, and she pushed him down on the couch. She let the bath towel drop to the floor and then she dived on him. Calling in was definitely worth it.
***
The past two days had been satisfying on all levels for Sara. She had never had sex so many times in just two days. It was amazing to her and she felt so relieved. The love that she felt for Warrick was so strong and she wanted to be near him every chance she got. She felt rather empty when he had to leave. She wanted him there with her all of the time.
"I love you," he said, then he kissed her. "I'll see you later, okay?"
Sara nodded. He kissed her one more time before really leaving this time around. The last time, she had managed to arouse him enough to call in.
