Where the Grass is Greener

Chapter Nine

Another few months rolled by, and Sara was getting better. She and Warrick didn't rush things and they were getting to know about each other a little better. They decided to hold off on rekindling the intimate part of their relationship until they were absolutely sure that it was time.

Sara found that she felt lighter, shedding years of personal regret and sadness from her shoulders. She smiled more often, and she actually started sleeping better. She had been dealing with insomnia for years, and now, it seemed to just disappear. Warrick helped her every step of the way and he was so patient with her. Even through the times when they argued, or rather, had a one sided argument in which she had to be right, he was ever patient.

She was thankful for him. Had it not been for Warrick, she would have been worse off. How could she ever have doubted him? He made her happy beyond anything she had ever known, and he was the love of her life. Never had she been so sure of anything in her life before. There were no ifs ands or buts about it. She was helplessly in love with Warrick Brown.

She felt a kiss to her temple and she was drawn from her thoughts. They were making dinner, and Sara was preparing the salad. Warrick decided to try her vegetarian cooking for a night.

"Okay, so what is this stuff called again?" He asked, flipping through her vegetarian cook book.

"Go Lentil into that Good Night Soup," Sara said. "Honey, stop acting like a baby. It's good trust me."

Warrick looked at her with a hint of doubt that he would ever try the soup again and like it.

"What do I get out of this if I do eat it?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. Sara looked at him with her wide chocolate eyes cynically.

"Hmm…I guess I'll have to make you a steak dinner," she said with a smile. "Only if you suck it up and eat my soup."

"Deal," he said, then he kissed her lips tenderly. "I'm holding you to that."

"I'll do it someday, I promise," she said and then she kissed him.

Sara was so excited to be cooking a meal for Warrick. It felt homely, and she liked that feeling. She scurried along, setting the table and then she came out of the kitchen bearing two bowls of Go Lentil into that Good Night soup. He had to give credit for the creative title, but what about the taste?

Sara sat down with a smile on her face. She wanted him to take the first taste. It tickled her that Warrick could be such a baby over food. She prayed that he liked it. That would be one thing if they were together and she couldn't cook. That would just feed into the stereotype of burnt dinners the first couple of years in a relationship.

Reluctantly, he picked up the spoon and he only spooned a little soup and tasted it with a weary tongue. She then tasted hers and she waited for his reaction. He nodded his head.

"Hmm, not bad," he said. "But that's only because you made it." He quickly added, not wanting to show that it wasn't bad in general.

"You're such a charmer," Sara said sarcastically.

They ate for a while then Sara decided to strike up a conversation.

"So Warrick," she started as she forked her salad. "Do you think this is a good time to introduce each other to our families?"

He sat back in his chair in thought. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe we should wait a little longer."

"Why?" Sara whined. "We love each other, I mean, I truly think that we're going in the right direction. We've been together for months sweetie, and I…"

"What?" He asked when she didn't continue.

"I want to be with you Warrick," she said. Sara wasn't sure if she was sounding sincere or whiny. "And I want us to be a family. I want to be a part of your family, and you a part of mine. Even if we don't work out, we can still have our friendship and families."

"Sara, I'm not that close to my family," he said.

Sara was determined. "This will be a good way to reunite us with our families. To show them that we're more than what they think we are. To show them how much we love each other and that we're willing to stand by each other."

Warrick looked at her. Sara knew she had blown it. He was right; they should wait another few months. They did want to take things slowly, but Sara was growing restless. She wanted to be with Warrick wholly. She wanted to be with him everyday just to tell him how much she loved and adored him.

"Okay," Warrick said, after a few minutes of thought. "But are you sure, Sara? I mean, this could imply a lot of things…"

"Like what?" Sara asked, not liking where the conversation was going.

"That we're getting married, or that we're going to have kids or something serious like that," he said. His words felt like a dagger through her heart.

"You don't think we're going to work, do you?" Sara asked, her voice betraying her fear of his answer.

"Sara, it's not that," he said. "It's just that, for now, this whole thing between us still kind of shaky."

"It's not shaky to me," Sara said, letting a tear fall down her cheek. "I don't know how you feel, but I know that I love you so much and my whole heart is with you. I love you. It's not just some fly-by-night thing for me Warrick!"

Sara got up in a rage and started picking up dishes.

"Sara, I didn't-"

"Just help me clean up okay?" She asked of him calmly.

Sara's nerves were frazzled. She threw dishes into the sink in a silent, but potentially explosive rage. She had given so much of herself into their relationship, and he was still walking on eggshells around her. Did he think that she was going to lose it again? Maybe he was just afraid that she was going to slip away again, and that the next time, he won't be able to save her. Sara knew that was probably the main reason. She had put him through hell, and she couldn't blame him for feeling the way he did. She really had no right to be upset.

Sara turned around and looked at him. He was cleaning off the stove and he turned to put her dish rag back.

She went over to him and hugged him.

"I want us to be together," her aching plea began. "I want us to work out. I want to be one with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and give you children and keep a home for you. I want whatever you want, I'll do whatever you say, I don't care what it is, I just want to be with you! I can't think of anyone else I want to be with! You are my heart and soul. I feel dead without you. I never want to hurt you again, I never will, I promise. I never want to be without you!"

She felt him hug her tightly to the point where it hurt, but she didn't care. She heard him whisper 'I love you' in her ear over and over again. They pulled away and then they kissed each other passionately.

The activities that followed left the kitchen long forgotten. Three months of pent up passion and sensuality was unleashed and the sounds of their renewed courtship resonated throughout her apartment, revealing the loving, pleasurable, and simply delicious nature of their climax. Sara had never felt so far away from her body. Her climax made her feel like she had a narcotic running through her system. She felt like jelly, and her heart was racing. Every part of her body felt the jolt, and she saw little white lights floating around her bedroom.

"OH MY GOD," she panted. "That was AMAZING."

"Really?" Warrick asked, trying to catch his breath.

"Yes," Sara purred. She now not only loved Warrick as a person, she loved him as a lover too. "That was just what I needed. God, that was so incredible."

She leaned over and kissed him.

***

Warrick woke up to the scent of Sara's hair. She was sleeping peacefully, and her hair was disheveled. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. She stirred when he did this and she turned over and looked at him. A slow smile crawled across her face as she pulled him down for another kiss. He couldn't help but oblige her.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning," she said back.

They kissed again before getting up. Warrick chuckled at Sara's hair.

"What?" She asked.

"You should see your hair right now," he laughed.

Sara got up and looked in the mirror. "You're not funny," she said as she grabbed her brush and began detangling her hair. "Besides, it's all your fault. You always mess up my hair when we make love."

"No, you're just a heavy sleeper," Warrick said.

He got up and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You look sexy with your hair like that though."

"Oh now you're trying to make me feel better?" She asked with a chuckle.

Warrick kissed her neck and gave her a love bite before going into her bathroom. He squeezed some toothpaste on his finger then rubbed it on his teeth. Sara hated for him to use her toothbrush, he remembered. She walked in and picked up her toothbrush and squeezed some on there. He just looked at her and shook his head as he turned to start the shower.

"You know, this whole bathroom thing isn't working out too well," he said as he waited for the shower to get hot.

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, truly curious. "You don't have a problem with taking showers together, do you?"

"No, it's just that, how do I say this?" He tried searching for all of the right words to say. "Aren't you tired of going back and forth between our apartments?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Then why don't we move in together?" He asked finally instead of beating around the bush.

Sara looked at him in thought for a second, then she gave him an answer.