The Late Night
It had been a hard night for Sara, the girl that she was trying to help, had ended up dead. She was sitting in the empty evidence room, wiping away stubborn tears. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Sidle, she was nothing...a street junkie." An insensitive beat cop imparted to her. Part of her wanted to believe that, if only so the pain would go away. But she couldn't and it wouldn't. Now was the time that she wished she still had her cute medic boyfriend to go home to, she wished she had anyone to go home to. She could go to Gil...she knew how he felt about her. It would be too simple to find solace in his arms, plus the next morning would be too hard to face. Sara laid her head on the cool table, sobbing tears that had been building for a long time. She didn't hear or feel the new presence in the room. So as the hands descended on her shoulders, she jumped...startled, but she didn't turn around. The hands were strong as they moved up her neck, caressing the tight muscles caringly. They ascended up and through her dark tresses, landing on her temples. Sara started to turn around, but her head was held in place. She was curious, she wanted to know who her savior was, but she didn't want the attention to stop. So she kept her eyes closed. The hands moved back down to her shoulders, then to her shoulder blades. Sara felt thumbs push into her flesh, pressing her vertebrae into alignment. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped Sara's lips. The hands slipped around her waist, touching her stomach. Sara dared to breathe as the hands slipped under her shirt. They were cool against Sara's warm skin, even caressing the knots from there. Like the whole ordeal, Sara was caught off guard again when lips touched her shoulder. The hands moved up her body, as did the lips. Hands briefly brushed Sara's hardening nipples, onto her upper chest. Lips touched Sara's neck, then her ear, onto her hair, then resting on her forehead. The hands carefully wiped away her tears, and then laid Sara's head back down. When she turned around the mystery angel was gone. Sara felt more amazing than she had in a while. She got her things and made her way out of the building, she went past the row of offices that led to the entrance. She wanted to see if any of her friends had come to her rescue. When she came to Gil's office, she saw a shadow behind the frosted glass. "I knew it was-" Sara started but then stopped when she saw who it was. "Catherine...where's Gil?" She asked. Catherine smiled. "Hun, he left a while ago...it's been at least two hours, are you ok?" She asked. Sara wasn't sure, but she nodded. "And you're the only one here?" Sara asked. Catherine smiled again. "The one and only...why you need a ride home?" She asked with the best poker face in Vegas. Sara thought for a second, and then smiled.
Should I finish?? You decide...Part 2 will only come by popular demand.
It had been a hard night for Sara, the girl that she was trying to help, had ended up dead. She was sitting in the empty evidence room, wiping away stubborn tears. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Sidle, she was nothing...a street junkie." An insensitive beat cop imparted to her. Part of her wanted to believe that, if only so the pain would go away. But she couldn't and it wouldn't. Now was the time that she wished she still had her cute medic boyfriend to go home to, she wished she had anyone to go home to. She could go to Gil...she knew how he felt about her. It would be too simple to find solace in his arms, plus the next morning would be too hard to face. Sara laid her head on the cool table, sobbing tears that had been building for a long time. She didn't hear or feel the new presence in the room. So as the hands descended on her shoulders, she jumped...startled, but she didn't turn around. The hands were strong as they moved up her neck, caressing the tight muscles caringly. They ascended up and through her dark tresses, landing on her temples. Sara started to turn around, but her head was held in place. She was curious, she wanted to know who her savior was, but she didn't want the attention to stop. So she kept her eyes closed. The hands moved back down to her shoulders, then to her shoulder blades. Sara felt thumbs push into her flesh, pressing her vertebrae into alignment. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped Sara's lips. The hands slipped around her waist, touching her stomach. Sara dared to breathe as the hands slipped under her shirt. They were cool against Sara's warm skin, even caressing the knots from there. Like the whole ordeal, Sara was caught off guard again when lips touched her shoulder. The hands moved up her body, as did the lips. Hands briefly brushed Sara's hardening nipples, onto her upper chest. Lips touched Sara's neck, then her ear, onto her hair, then resting on her forehead. The hands carefully wiped away her tears, and then laid Sara's head back down. When she turned around the mystery angel was gone. Sara felt more amazing than she had in a while. She got her things and made her way out of the building, she went past the row of offices that led to the entrance. She wanted to see if any of her friends had come to her rescue. When she came to Gil's office, she saw a shadow behind the frosted glass. "I knew it was-" Sara started but then stopped when she saw who it was. "Catherine...where's Gil?" She asked. Catherine smiled. "Hun, he left a while ago...it's been at least two hours, are you ok?" She asked. Sara wasn't sure, but she nodded. "And you're the only one here?" Sara asked. Catherine smiled again. "The one and only...why you need a ride home?" She asked with the best poker face in Vegas. Sara thought for a second, and then smiled.
Should I finish?? You decide...Part 2 will only come by popular demand.
