Where the Grass is Greener

Chapter Fifteen

By the time Warrick got through airport security and made his way to the terminal, the plane was already taxiing onto the runway. Sadness plagued his heart, and he knew that he lost Sara forever. He went up to the window, destitute and heart broken as he watched the plane head to the runway. He knew Sara was aboard the plane, alone, and feeling just as guilty as he was.

When the plane took off in its intended direction, he sighed heavily and turned around and headed out of the airport. He felt cold and empty. He began to blame the environment…the traffic, the security, the people who were unaware of his pursuit for the woman that he was helplessly in love with. Knowing how much in love he was with Sara didn't help things either.

Warrick ran a hand over his face and began to walk down the stairs to the baggage terminal where his car was parked. As he made his way through the terminal, there she was. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but they weren't. He saw Sara sitting on her suitcase, looking just as pitiful as he knew he was looking, waiting for the rest of her luggage. He stood a minute to admire her beauty before approaching.

"Sara!" he called as he walked up to her.

He could see her eyes widening, and brimmed with tears as he neared her. She got up and hugged him tightly. She whimpered and cried.

"I couldn't leave! I didn't have the heart!"

Warrick held her closer and he kissed her forehead. He was happy to have her back in his arms.

"I love you so much," Sara wailed. "I can't live without you. I can't stand not being near you. That's how much I love you! I'm sorry for everything I've put you through!"

"Shh," he said. "It's okay. As long as you're here, that's all that matters."

They pulled away and they kissed passionately; something they had not done in nearly a month.

"I love you," Sara whispered against his lips. "I love you, I love you."

"I love you," Warrick said as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Let's go home."

***

As soon as the door closed, they found themselves involved in a deep kiss.

Sara was close to boarding the plane, but she took another look at her engagement ring, and she realized what she'd be leaving behind. She asked that her luggage be thrown off the plane and sent to the baggage terminal and she gave the ticket to someone else.

Running away to San Francisco was not going to solve her problems.

"Mm," Sara mumbled through their kiss. "Let's go to the bedroom, or the couch, or the floor or something."

"How about the wall?" Warrick asked.

When she realized that he wasn't kidding, she kissed him deeper. She didn't care where in the apartment they made love, she just wanted him an only him.

"I don't care," she moaned as he kissed her neck. "Just hurry up and make love to me before I inflict serious pain on you"

They had silently agreed on the couch, and he carried her there. Sara took off her shirt and quickly removed her bra. Warrick didn't waste any time. He immediately began to kiss her breasts as she worked on getting his shirt off.

"Dammit Warrick," Sara cursed. "Why did you have to wear a shirt with buttons?"

They pulled away and took off their remaining clothes then quickly reunited and fell back in a heap on the couch.

Sara arched her back to kiss him yet deeper as she adjusted so that thy could get the best out of their lovemaking on the couch. It wasn't the first time that they'd had sex on the couch. Sara liked the couch and the bed, but her favorite spot was the shower. It gave her a chance to get freaky on Warrick.

"Oh God!" Sara screamed as she tangled her fingers in her hair and writhed underneath him.

"Sara…" he moaned. "God…yeah."

Sara met his every thrust and she shouted in unadulterated pleasure. She had her legs wrapped around him tightly and she pulled him deeper into her each time. They were showing what they couldn't verbalize. Sara wanted Warrick to know that she loved him with her whole heart and that he was her soul mate. She would never leave him again, no matter how rough things got.

They had switched positions and now she was sitting atop of him, riding him wildly, her climax close.

"I love you," she whispered breathlessly. "I…want…oh…"

She began to mumble incoherently as she drove them to their climax. Warrick kissed her tenderly each time she came down upon him. He put his hands on her hips and she felt him deeper within her.

Finally, they climaxed together, and Sara collapsed onto Warrick, sweaty and out of breath.

"I promise you that I won't leave you like that," she said, trying to catch her breath.

She felt him wrap his arms around her small frame and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I don't know what I would do without you," Warrick whispered.

"I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," Sara said.

Sara kissed his shoulder as they recovered from their lovemaking. Everything about Warrick was desirable to her. She wanted to be near him, to hold him, and to love him. She wasn't afraid anymore. She wasn't afraid to admit her feelings anymore. She held them inside too long and now was the time to shatter her half-empty glass of water and move on with her life.

***

As they lay in bed together, Warrick thought about how much he and Sara had been through with each other. They had seen each other through some hard times together, even before they entered in a relationship with each other.

"Warrick?" Sara called quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Did I hurt you by losing the baby?" She asked as she looked up at him.

Warrick looked down at her as she looked up, wonder and anxiety in her eyes.

"No," he said, pulling her closer. "No, you didn't. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," she said, tears brimming her eyes. "That's why I wanted to leave. You looked so hurt and disappointed and I thought it was my fault. It is my fault because I've put you through so much and-"

He interrupted her with a kiss. He had to make her understand that none of the things that happened was her fault.

He kissed her again and then pulled away and pushed a strand of hair from her face. "I love you. Nothing that happened over the past year was your fault."

Sara sighed and lay back down on his chest. "I just want to be happy. I want to be your wife and give you children. Fill the house to the brim with children. I'll have as many as my body can carry, I promise."

"How many kids do you think that we should have?" Warrick chuckled.

"I don't know," Sara said. "Three would be enough. How about you?"

"I don't know," he said. "I was thinking more like one or two."

"I'll give you as many children as you want," Sara said.

Warrick kissed her hand.

The next morning, Warrick woke up and made Sara some breakfast while she took a quick shower. He was glad that she was home with him. He didn't know how he would be if she had gotten on the plane. Of course, he knew that he would go after her. He loved her too much to just let her go and not even attempt to get her back. Another thing was that they had been through so much, that he couldn't just give up what they had, no matter how high the odds were stacked against them.

Sara came in the kitchen, toweling her hair while holding a bath towel to her body. She came up to him and kissed his cheek.

"Mm, that looks so good," she said as she maneuvered around him to get a glass from the cabinet.

He was making an omelet for her. He'd known for a long time that omelets were her favorite breakfast food.

He grinned and pulled her gently to him to kiss her back. She smiled and leaned up into him.

After a few more minutes, they were sitting at the table eating. Sara looked deep in thought about something, and it didn't take long before Warrick began to wonder.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Do you still want to get married?" She asked, looking at her engagement ring.

They had not talked about that subject in a while, and he figured it was about time they did.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm ready if you're ready."

"Are you sure?" Sara asked.

Warrick nodded.

***

"The wedding's still on?" Catherine asked, bouncing with joy.

"Yep," Sara answered. "Everything's ready, and we'll be getting married two weeks from now."

Catherine was reeling with excitement. Sara was thrown a little off balance when Catherine hugged her.

"Whoa, calm down Cath," Sara said in laughter.

"This is so great! Pretty soon you'll be Sara Brown. Or Sidle-Brown…whichever," Catherine said.

Sara was indeed happy that she and Warrick would be getting married soon. She felt free of her personal problems and she knew that she was headed into a life of love. Sara stared at her engagement ring and smiled broadly. She never thought she would see ring on her finger ever. She felt so proud saying that she was getting married. She was proud to be with Warrick, and belong to him.

"Earth to Sara," Nick said as he waved a hand in front of her face.

"Oh, sorry," Sara said. "I was just um, daydreaming."

"Aw look," Nick said teasingly. "You're officially a blushing bride."

For that remark, Sara punched his arm and glared at him. Even though she was getting married soon, she did not like being coined as a "blushing bride". It was embarrassing to her. A blushing bride she was not. She was more like an anxious bride.

"Ow," Nick chuckled, rubbing his arm. "Hey Warrick, come get your fiance here, she's dangerous."

Warrick smirked as he approached her and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "I like her that way."

Sara raised an eyebrow at him suggestively as he walked past her to go get some coffee.

Just then, Grissom walked in with assignments.

Sara really hated not being able to work a case with Warrick. She wanted him to be near her at all times. Not that she was jealous, or paranoid, or possessive, it's just that she liked being around him. She liked being around him even more at home. Sara smiled to herself at those thoughts.

"Hey, I've seen that smile before," Catherine said. "Mind out of the gutter."

Sara sighed and went back to processing the scene.

***

When Warrick and Sara arrived home, she dropped her things at the door and kissed him.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"You shouldn't," Warrick chuckled. "We met for a quick snack and then-"

"I know," she giggled, pressing her forehead to his. "Then we made out like teenagers in the car. You gave me a nice love bite."

Warrick leaned down and kissed her again before she pulled away and went into the kitchen.

"What are you making for breakfast?" Warrick called as he picked up her things and put them in the coat closet.

"Scrambled eggs," she called.

Warrick gave her backside a smack as he passed her to get to the coffee maker. He noticed that they drank a lot of coffee. Actually, Sara was mainly the one that had to have the coffee. She was thrown if she went without it.

"So, how was your case?" Sara asked as she got the eggs out of the fridge.

"Predictable," Warrick answered. "Not even worth talking about. Yours?"

"Pretty interesting," Sara answered as she set the eggs on the counter. "Catherine and I solved it pretty quickly though."

Warrick nodded. He found that he loved Sara even more when she was doing the simple things. She was cracking the eggs and emptying its contents into a mixing bowl. She looked sexy too, as she worked diligently on getting her eggs right. Now that her scarf was off, he could clearly see the love bite that he gave her. It was a purple spot right on her neck. She had enjoyed their "break". It was the first time they had actually escaped anywhere and get some time to themselves. At first, they were talking, then talking led to necking, then necking led to making out.

Warrick grinned as he tried to imagine Sara in her wedding dress. He knew that she would be beautiful. He waited for so long, and now the occasion was finally approaching. Even if she didn't want to get married, he'd still love her and be with her. He was willing to wait for her, no matter how long it took.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked as she stirred the eggs in the pan.

"I was just thinking about you," he admitted. "You are so beautiful."

"You're pretty damn good looking yourself," Sara commented with a smirk.

In a few moments, the eggs were forgotten.