Title: Rude Awaking
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sara wakes up in the arms of someone special
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Sara shifted her legs under the covers. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Sunbeams pierced her brown eyes causing her squeeze her eyes. Finally adjusting them the sun, Sara glanced around the room. ' Where the hell am I' She didn't know where she was. Her heart began to race. Sara felt a hand rest lightly on her breasts. Looking down at herself, she was naked. Sara Sidle was naked in a strange bed. Raising herself off the bed, she pulled the sheet tightly around her. She gazed at the man in bed with her. Studying the man, she knew him instantly. The cute little chin, the young face, the soft lips, the ……. spiky hair.
" GREG!!" Sara screamed, jumping out the bed. Still clutching the sheet, she flipped the lab rat out the bed, sending him tumbling to the floor.
" Sara" Greg stumbled to his feet. Greg was only dressed in boxers. " You're up"
" What the hell is going on? Why was I in your bed" She clasp the sheet to her tightly to her body.
Pulling a t-shirt over his head, Greg said, " You don't remember last night"
" What? Don't tell me we had sex"
" No, No. Too much to my dismay. No we didn't"
" Greg!!"
" Ok..Ok I met you at the bar. Well, not met you, kinda of ran into you. You had too much to drink. I wouldn't let you drive. So…. I drove your car to my place to sober up. I don't live far. I walked to the bar."
Sara shook her head try to remember. Blurry memory came flooding back to her. Her sitting on bar, laughing, offering to show her 'assets' to a group of guys.
" Ok. But where are my clothes?"
" After you puked on my sidewalk, I took you inside. You started stripping off your clothes asking me if I wanted to see your 'assets'.
" Oh my God"
" That's what I was saying last night"
" I don't believe this" Sara shook her head in disbelief
" Do you wanna hear the rest?"
" Maybe"
" I jumped on my bed, whining for me to come play with you. I told you to calm down. Minutes later, you were asleep."
Sara shocked by his words, she remained silent. Walking around the room, she gathered thrown clothes and headed to the bathroom.
" Greg, you better not be lying" Sara yelled from inside the bathroom.
" Ms. Sidle, you wound me. I would never lie."
Sara opened the bathroom door, fully dressed now; she walked out of Greg's bedroom.
" I have a question. Why was your hand on my breast when I woke up, Greg?"
"Can't hurt a guy for trying" Greg smiled.
Sara shook her head and walked to her car. Calling back over her shoulder " Greg, this never happened"
" Right" Greg answered, walking back in his house.
Starting the engine, Sara mental kicked herself for getting that drunk. Oh well, at least, she wound up in the arms of a friend.