I'm ashamed. I haven't updated in AGES, I know, I'm SORRY. This was my first try at "smutiness," so I kept procrastinating. If it's really bad, tell me. Really. I need to know.

Warrick fumbled for his wallet as he straddled Sara's hips on the seat of the cab. Tossing a twenty the cabby's way, he mumbled through an intense kiss, "Keep the change." Tumbling out of the car, Warrick led Sara backwards towards the door of his house. Impatient with the fact that his key wasn't cooperating, he growled in annoyance.

However, all frustration was forgotten when Sara responded eagerly, fixing her hands around his neck, lacing her fingers in his hair. Key momentarily forgotten, he grabbed her hips roughly and pushed her against the door.

Not missing a beat, Sara wrapped her legs around his waist as he finally unlocked his door. "Warrick," Sara moaned breathlessly. He froze, a white-hot stream of anxiousness shooting through him. His feelings for the woman in her arms ran too deep for him to rush her into anything. "I want you." She finished, heavily-lidded brown eyes spelling it out for him if her words hadn't. He attacked her neck as his door swung open, biting on supple flesh, taking pleasure in gauging her reactions by her gasps and moans.

Pushing her into his home, Warrick's long stride brought the pair against a wall. As his powerful body molded to her, pinning Sara against said wall, she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers explored the expanse of skin she had already uncovered. The determination not to cause harm to Warrick's shirt was abandoned as he practically ripped her top off her body, hands eagerly pioneering the skin they had uncovered. Tugging the two halves of the dark shirt apart, Sara grinned lustily when she was rewarded with five violent pops, then the clatter of plastic buttons on Warrick's hardwood floor.

Sara had never felt a touch so scorching as the brush of Warrick's lips across her collarbone, gently exploring the crevice between her breasts created by her bra. She moaned quietly, and then the annoying piece of cotton and lace was gone.

Warrick's hot, demanding hands slid up her body to palm her breasts, eliciting a throaty whimper. He responded by biting into pliant flesh, just below Sara's ear, hard. Hard enough to shoot waves of feeling through her body, ending between her legs, but soft enough to be loving. She gasped, and bucked her hips against his, her hands fumbling with his belt buckle. He unconsciously kneaded her flushed breasts when he felt her fingers brush his erection as she pulled down both his trousers and boxer shorts.

Warrick quickly dropped a hand down to her hips, the other pressing her body to his for support. Pinching the delicate zipper on the back of Sara's skirt, he yanked it downwards. When it protested, he grunted in agitation, and regretfully breaking their kiss, he simply mimicked her actions with his shirt, tearing the fabric vertically, excruciatingly slowly.

He glanced briefly at the irreparable piece of clothing, then was distracted by Sara's lips on his chest. "Forget about it," she mumbled as she passionately hissed and sucked his nipples. "You're overdressed," he observed, teeth clenched because of Sara's actions. He whispered the words onto smooth skin, indicating her black lace panties.

"How 'bout we change that," he suggested wryly, as he hooked his thumbs into their waistline. His naked body responded well to the encouraging grind of her hips against his as her underwear fell to the floor. Her hands roved urgently down his body, halting at his hips. Thumbs pressing on the edges of his pelvic bone, Sara moaned as her panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. "Sara…" Warrick groaned out haltingly as he lifted her again, and strode into his bedroom, blinded by a cloud of alcohol, lust and surreality.

That was the last thing that was said, until Warrick brought Sara to her first spinning climax. Nonetheless, the conversation was still a mix of gasped names, heavy pants and mumbled declarations. Finally, they came together, the final euphoric event. They both yelled loudly, fireworks exploding before their eyes.

Warrick collapsed on top of Sara, unaware that she was relishing the feeling of his heavy, powerful frame engulfing her, almost crushing her. As he rolled aside, she lay breathy, tired kisses across his collarbone, while his hand tripped lazily across her back, misted with sweat from the intense lovemaking they had shared.

Both pairs of eyes unconsciously fought to stay open, the old adage, "The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner morning will come," rearing it's ugly head. Despite the adamant resistance to meeting morning and what it brought, flinty green and warm brown eyes closed simultaneously, their owners given over to the deep, dreamless sleep of an exhausted prisoner or fated lovers.

So, what'd you think? I was rushed to type it 'cause I wanted it up as soon as I finished it hard-copy. So I have like 15 minutes to take a shower and do 3 days of homework. Aw, crap. Leave a message after the fic! BEEP