Sara watched silently from the bed as Warrick dressed. When she woke up, he had just gotten out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist and his hair still damp from the shower. Her first instinct was to chide him for letting her sleep in, but when she saw him in his current state of undress, she decided to enjoy the view instead. By the time he had his jeans on and was buttoning up his shirt, she decided that it was almost a shame to cover up a body like his, and that a great number of women would probably kill to be in her place right now.
Well, too bad, she thought, reaching over to grab his pillow and hold it close, feeling its warmth and inhaling his lingering scent.
At the sound of rustling sheets, Warrick turned around to face the bed. When he saw that she was finally awake, his lips curved into a smile.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered with an almost dreamy smile. Warrick watched as she raised her arms above her head and stretched languidly. The movement caused the sheet that covered her to move lower, exposing the top curve of her breasts. Sara's cheeks flamed when she noticed Warrick's gaze follow the sheet, and pulled the sheet up higher around her, tucking it in place under her arms. Warrick raised an eyebrow and chuckled, well aware of the effect his heated gazes had on Sara.
"I'm going across the street to get us some bagels and coffee," he told her, shrugging into his jacket.
"You should've woken me up, then we could go together," she said, although she was loathed at the thought of having to leave the haven of his huge, ridiculously comfortable bed.
"Nah. That would mean you'd have to get dressed and up out of my bed," he said, walking towards her. "And we don't want that."
"Hmmm. No we don't," she agreed, tugging at the edge of his jacket when he was close enough.
Warrick dutifully leaned down, intending to give her a quick goodbye kiss on the lips. But when she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, he was lost. She was almost pulling him down back on the bed, when they both heard her stomach slightly rumble. They broke apart, laughing.
"I won't be long," he told her, getting to his feet.
"Don't forget the cream cheese," she reminded him as he was on his way to the door.
"I won't," he answered over his shoulder. "And I don't want you moving until I get back."
"Not a problem," she yelled, before she heard him close the door.
She sighed, burrowing herself deeper under the covers. She had a feeling it was going to be one of those days when she and Warrick would just stay in bed and watch TV or read the paper together and eat take-out.
She couldn't think of a better way to spend the day.
THE END.