AN Thanks to WeasleyIsOurKing4 for pointing out a rather large error...I hope it's been fixed. :)
It was embarrassing how vivid that dream had been and Sara for the life of her could not get it out of her head. She actually found herself watching Greg's fingers while he worked wondering what they'd feel like on her skin. She shook her head, 'this is insane', she thought and moved on.
Until two weeks later when it happened again:
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Sara got home from work and plunked her keys down on the side table by her front door. She kicked the door shut with her foot…except it didn't shut.
"You speed you know that?" He asked into the back of her neck as he stepped into the apartment with her, shutting the door properly.
She turned around and backed him up against the door, "You gotta stop following me." She said into his ear nibbling the lobe playfully.
He laughed and kissed her, hard. "You know you love it."
"Like you wouldn't believe…" She laughed and kissed him hungrily. Flipping around so she was against the door she started undoing his belt.
"Against the door?" He looked at her with a surprised smile.
"For starters." She said with a smirk.
"You minx." His chuckle was low as he watched her with growing anticipation.
She pulled him by the belt loops toward her, "You have no idea."
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Sitting bolt upright Sara had to clutch her chest to stop her heart from beating right out of it. "Damnit." She muttered.
The shower dream happened twice that night and again the following night. Greg was always in the dreams. A strong seducer and she had to admit it, in the dreams he was amazing. It was getting very difficult to look him in the eye at work.
Sara made a beeline for the coffee pot one morning.
"I could go shopping with those bags."
"Shut up." Sara mumbled as she stirred her favorite concoction into the black liquid.
"Hey I'm just making an observation. Are you not getting much sleep?"
"Even less than normal." Sara admitted. She was much too tired to be guarded.
"You wanna talk about it?"
Taking a sip of her coffee Sara contemplated refusing the offer, but at the last moment figured Catherine might give her some insight, "Do you ever have dreams with a recurring theme?"
"Sometimes," Catherine raised her eyebrows, "What sort of dream are we talking about?"
Sara blushed and looked down, "I thought it was a one time thing a few weeks ago, but it's been happening again, almost nightly. I'm so wide awake afterwards I can't fall back asleep."
"Wow these must be amazing dreams."
"You have no idea." She blushed harder recalling having said that in a few of the dreams. Damn this had to stop!
"I probably do," Catherine said with a smile catching on to everything Sara wasn't saying, except for who was staring in these dreams. "Who is it?"
Sara shook her head, "That doesn't matter I really just need a way for it to stop."
"For what to stop?" Grissom asked entering the room at the end of her sentence.
"Sara's dreams," Catherine said in way of explanation.
"Dreams are a way for our subconscious thoughts and desires to come closer to our conscious." Grissom said sagely.
"Do you have a book of those in your pocket or something?" Sara rolled her eyes, "I just need a way to make sure I can sleep."
"Well figure out whatever desire the dreams represent and purge that thought from your head." Grissom suggested.
The idea that she was harboring any sort of subconscious sexual desire for Greg Sanders scared the shit out of her so she shook her head, "That's not an option."
"What's not an option?" Warrick asked swaggering into the break room and pouring a cup of coffee for himself.
Sara sighed and explained before Grissom and Catherine could, "I'm having some…"
"…romantic dreams." Catherine jumped in, Warrick's eyebrows raised in surprise at Sara.
"Something like that," Sara glared at Catherine then continued, "Either way they are keeping me up."
"And I suggested purging the thought from her head." Grissom said, "Of course that was before I realized the nature of her dreams."
"Nature of whose dreams?" Nick came into the rapidly crowded break room.
"Sara's." Grissom, Catherine and Warrick said at the same time.
Sara was very much regretting having brought up this topic. "Never mind I'll think of something, don't we have assignments or possibly work?"
"Just figure out the desire…" Nick started.
"And purge it." Grissom, Warrick and Catherine chimed in.
"Do you three practice in between shift?" Sara mumbled, no one paid attention to her.
Nick looked at them funny. "I said that already." Grissom explained.
"We really, really need to drop this subject." Sara sighed.
"What subject?" Greg asked the last to arrive for the beginning of shift meeting.
Oh dear God, Sara thought, this is it I'm toast.
Before anyone could explain to Greg Brass arrived, "No assignment tonight folks, we have a dead hooker in a senator's hotel room. High priority, high classification."
Without another word the team followed Brass out of the break room to their vehicles.
Greg trailed after Sara, "What subject?" He asked again.
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"I had no idea the backseat of your car was so roomy." Sara lay, sated, in Greg's arms.
He chuckled, "To be honest I had no idea it was either."
"Glad I could help you figure that out."
"I'll have to remember to thank you." He murmured onto the top of her head.
She smiled against his chest then glanced over to the front, "Wow hanging from the rearview mirror, nice toss."
Greg looked over at her bra swaying from its perch, "Well everybody has a CD or dice, I like to change it up."
"You're bad," She whispered as she started kissing along his collarbone and up his neck.
He pulled her till she was straddling him, "You tire me out."
She laughed and kissed him, "Someone has to."
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Sara didn't sit up anymore. They were becoming more elaborate, in fact for all intents and purposes her dreams were basically a subconscious relationship with Greg. Something had to be done and it had to be done soon or she was sure she'd go out of her mind from lack of sleep or worse, real desire for Greg Sanders.
The following week:
"You know Sara, warm milk always helps me."
"Gravol, gravol just makes you drowsy enough to have a restless sleep."
"Have you ever thought of purging…"
If Sara got one more damn piece of advice on how to sleep she thought she just might scream. It had to be a pure act of God that Greg hadn't figured out what was going on. Although, as astute as the man was she was pretty sure he wouldn't figure out that he was the star of her racy dreams at night. She was starting to realize that there really was only one solution out of this problem and as the days went on, it wasn't actually that bad of an idea. If it worked.