--Badgirl
Strike a Pose
Later, lying in a sweaty tangled heap on the living room floor, Sara rubbed her sore knees. Tiny red patches had started to sting; she hoped she wouldn't have to kneel at work for a least a couple of days. The last time this had happened, Catherine had looked speculatively at her in the locker room as they'd changed, Sara had claimed she'd tripped while jogging.
"I keep getting rug burns from this carpet you know," she raised up her leg and showed Greg the pale skin marred by the tender red patch. He leaned over a grabbed her knee and kissed it.
"Well if you weren't such a nympho maybe we could make it into my bedroom once in a while," he drawled lazily.
"Me? Whatever, you're the one who's all," she lowered her voice "I need you so much, gotta have you, baby…"
Greg snorted. "Yeah well, I'm pretty sure everyone in the complex heard the noises you were making."
Sara blushed. As hard as she tried to keep it down, she sort of forgot herself and where she was. It never used to happen, maybe it was part of that sexual peak turning thirty was supposed to bring on. She covered her face in embarrassment. She thought she'd been getting some funny looks from some of Greg's neighbors; she thanked god they worked at night, and were only offending a few.
"I wasn't that loud. And try not to look so damn pleased with yourself when you say that," she punched him in the shoulder, not too hard, but hard enough to wipe the satisfied smile off his face.
"Ow. Hey, what's with all the hitting, maybe I should get you a whip…"
"You'd love that wouldn't you?"
"My birthday is coming up you know."
"Dream on, weirdo." She rolled and snuggled closer to him, sleepy now, Greg reached up and dragged a blanket off of the couch and threw it over them.
"Dear Penthouse…I never thought it would happen to me but my girlfriend surprised me one day with a birthday spanking I'll never forget," he spread his hands overhead as if envisioning the article. Sara giggled drowsily and closed her eyes. She felt Greg's arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her close. She knew she'd be stiff from sleeping on the floor, later, but right now she felt too wonderful to move.
"It's a gift that would keep on giving," he teased.
"Yerafreak," she mumbled, drifting on the edge of sleep.
She heard the tiny beeps as he set the alarm on his watch; they couldn't afford to both oversleep for shift again. She was pretty sure Grissom hadn't completely bought her excuse of a flat tire, seeing as Greg had said the exact same thing. Note to self: they must remember to coordinate the white lies next time.
"Yeah, but you love it."
She pressed her lips into her favorite spot on the side of his neck, mouth feeling the rippled skin from his burn scar as she nuzzled him.
"Yeah…I do…I love…" she managed before her breathing evened out as she slipped into a doze. Greg settled himself more comfortably against her and listened to the faint diesel rhythm of her snoring.
"Love it too, every minute with you," Greg breathed into her ear, oblivious to the slight smile that flitted across her face before she sank deeper into sleep.
Next… Sara goes shopping…and discovers Rosalind.