Title: The truth behind the music
Author: Joyce
Disclamer: Still not mine, stop bugging me!
Note: Hey guys, sorry about the lack of updates. What can I say, work got in the way. That and it's finally summer here in Holland. Believe me, when you live here you need to catch all the sun you can get. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter and as always: Thank you all for reading this story and making my day by reviewing it. I promise to write the next chapter a little faster! Really, I do!
Chapter sixSarah came home feeling more then a little excited. She took a shower before she decided to catch up on some sleep. Setting the alarm she slept for a couple of hours. When she woke up she debated what to wear. Smiling at herself, she was never the kind op person to care about her clothes. But this was different, Warrick was coming over. She needed to look perfect. She took her red dress out of the closet but then decided that wearing that would be to much.
One step at a time she reminded herself. She then picked out a red top, matching it with a pair of jeans. She looked ok she figured. She made her way to the kitchen where she started to make breakfast. Not that she was hungry but she figured that he was. Half an hour later there was a knock on the door and her heart started beating faster immediately. The first thing she saw was him leaning against her door frame, a smile on his face. She could sense that he was eager to see her. She also saw that he was very tired and it made her feel special that he came anyway. She watched him as he waggled his eyebrows.
"Hey Sidle, wanna finish something?"
She blushed, since his words caused all kinds of images to float around in her head.
"Why don't we eat first," she said.
She turned around and he heard her mutter pervert under her breath, it made him grin. He loved her but he also loved teasing her. She was the perfect victim, especially if his teasing was meant sexually. Of course lately she had come up with perfect comebacks but he had no problems with her flirting with him or showing him her bra. She turned towards him, causing him to focus on her instead of images of black bra's.
"Are you hungry? I made some breakfast."
His stomach growled once it heard the word breakfast and he nodded.
"I'm starving, there wasn't much time to eat today."
She walked into the kitchen, yelling at him.
"Did Grissom make you work that hard?"
He answered her question with a loud yes. Although he said nothing further about the subject. Grissom had been acting strange around him. Making him work twice as hard while looking at him like he was trying to figure something out. It had finally registered with his boss that it was odd that he had been the one to call in that Sara wasn't feeling so well. He decided to let that be for now. They were together this morning and he wanted to cherish his time with her without thinking about Grissom or his strange feelings concerning Sara. When she walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food he was again amazed by her beauty and suddenly food or Grissom were the last things on his mind.
Sara walked out of the kitchen to see him stare at her. She recognized the look in his eyes. It was the same one he gave her when he saw her in her bra, when he kissed her in the locker room, when he played his song for her. And the effect was the same too, it made her feel desired. Only this time she shared the emotion. This time she wanted to throw the food away and give in to the temptation. She was fairly certain that making love to him would be mind blowing. Not just because he was sexy as hell but because of the fact that he was Warrick. He was special. But she had just begun to accept her feelings for him. Giving in now would be to fast and she didn't want to do anything to risk this. This..whatever it was that was growing between them. One step at a time she said to herself once again.
Besides, he was tired and when they were going to do this she wanted him to be as fit as possible. That thought made her smile and she saw the curious expression on his face.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
She had a fake innocent expression on her face.
"Nothing, I was just thinking."
He approached her, stopping right in front of her.
"About what?"
She looked up at him, not hiding the truth.
"You."
The smile he gave her was beautiful and cocky at the same time.
"Having trouble resisting my charms, huh?"
She inwardly smiled at his question although she hid her reaction quite well. He was not going to win again. Especially not with that cocky smile on his face. He knew damn well that she was attracted to him but her power over him was just as great and she would use it to her advantage. She reached up to drape her arms around his neck. Seeing that she caught him by surprise she smiled.
"I can resist your charms just fine mister. Now you on the other hand..."
She trailed off and he had a offended expression on his face.
"What's that supposed to mean? I can resist your charms, Sidle. Not a problem."
"Sure, Brown,"she said, while licking her lips and she saw his eyes follow her movements. Grinning she reached up to kiss him. Not a quick peck on the lips this time. She was home now, nobody was going to come in to interrupt this and she poured her feelings for him into the kiss. She released him a couple of minutes later, pointing to the breakfast standing on the table.
"Warrick, your breakfast is getting cold."
He had trouble speaking at this point, still feeling her lips upon his. He just nodded.
"Payback is a bitch, isn't it?" she said laughing. Referring to their earlier scene in the locker room. He was shaken out of his trance by the look of victory in her eyes. For a moment he plotted his revenge but then he shook his head and started to laugh too.
"Ok, so I can't resist your charms. You kissed me to prove your point. From now on you can win all arguments as far as I'm concerned. Wouldn't bother me at all."
He reached up to stroke her cheek, loving how her skin felt under his fingers.
"And Sara... payback was wonderful, it wasn't a bitch." His voice sounded deep and husky and for a moment she wanted to throw all caution in the wind and just drag him to her bedroom. She was saved by him stepping away from her, walking over to his breakfast.
"I'm so hungry," he muttered. He took a seat and started eating. Sara just watched him, wondering why him sitting in her living room felt so right. Meanwhile Warrick enjoyed his breakfast. She made him some scrambled eggs and toast and it tasted delicious. Of course, after the kiss she just gave him he would find anything she made eatable. He still couldn't get over the fact that she actually had kissed him and when he looked over at her he saw that look in her eyes again. That look that told him that maybe, just maybe, they had a chance together.
When he finished eating he yawned and he saw her suppress a smile. He was tired, even more so now that he had eaten. And while he loved this time with her he also knew that he needed his sleep. His next shift would start in ten hours and he needed to be on top of his game. Especially with Grissom watching his every move like a hawk.
"Sara, I hate to do this but I really need to go home and sleep."
Warrick saw the disappointment in her eyes and he wanted to take that look away.
"Look sweetie, I can come back another time. Like tomorrow after shift."
Sara felt a pang of disappointment when he told that he had to go. It was quickly replaced by a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. He just called her sweetie and he didn't even realize it. She acted on impulse, not wanting to say goodbye to him so soon.
"You can sleep here."
He raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face a mixture of amusement and desire.
"Is that so?"
By now she didn't hide her smile.
"Get your mind out of the gutter. You can sleep on the couch."
His eyes wandered over to her couch, taking in the seize of it. He calculated that he would probably fit on it, barely.
"That doesn't look that comfortable, Sidle. Don't you have a bed or something?"
She couldn't handle seeing him in her bed right now. She just knew that she would end up joining him and then sleep would be the last thing on both of their minds.
"It's the couch or nothing, take it or leave it."
He smiled, looking over at the door before he walked over to the couch. Sara saw him laying down it, adjusting himself to find a comfortable position. It was in this moment that it became clear to her how much he would do for her. How much he cared. He looked at her, his eyes a bright green in the light of her living room.
"Do you at least have a blanket?"
She nodded, walking into her bedroom. When she came out she had a playful look in her eyes and no blanket. She had a better idea. Walking over to the couch she crawled on top of him, laughing to see that she definitely startled him.
"What are you doing?"
She stretched out on top of him, her head finding a perfect position in the crook of his neck.
"I'm giving you a blanket."
She felt his laugh rumbling trough her body and she snuggled closer.
"Sidle, how the hell am I supposed to sleep like this?"
When she looked up at him she was suddenly very close to him and she realized that maybe this hadn't been a very good idea. But seeing the amused twinkle in his eyes she decided that this felt right. Just laying here with him felt good. It fitted perfectly into her 'one step at a time' programme.
"Stop wining and start sleeping, Warrick. Just be glad that I care enough about you to keep you warm."
His put his arms around her, pulling her even closer against his body.
"Fine," he said, closing his eyes. "But if I become addicted to my new blanket it's all your fault."
She just grinned, closing her eyes herself while listening to his heartbeat. She woke up two hours later. He was fast asleep but his hold on her was still strong. She took the time to study him. He was simply beautiful but what made this man irresistible was his personality. He was strong, faithful, a good friend. He had done anything in his power this last couple of days to make her happy. Going shopping with her, taking her boxing, joking around with her to take her mind of work, playing his song for her. But in the end it was neither of these things that made her happy. It was him, he made her happy. Even when he was asleep and she was just watching him. He made her feel good about herself, gave her confidence, comforted her. He had become everything to her. She reached up to stroke his cheek. Suprised that he tightened his hold on her. He didn't wake up though.
"I'm so in love with you, Warrick Brown," she whispered.
It felt strange saying it out loud but it also gave her a newfound feeling of peace. She lay her head back down, finding the crook of his neck again. And before she drifted of to sleep she promised herself that she was going to find out exactly how her felt about her. She needed him. Now she just hoped he needed her just as much...
Tbc...