Author's Note: STOP, CEASE AND DESIST RIGHT NOW! PAUSE YOUR READING RIGHT THIS INSTANT! Now that I have your attention...
I would like to reemphasize the fact that this story deals with a meaningful and loving relationship between two women. Sara and Sofia, specifically. The following chapter dances the line between borderline smut and defentite fluff. If, for whatever reason, you are offeneded by obvious displays of femeslash affection or implied sex of the same variety, give this chapter a pass and go to the next one. Why am I putting this here? Good question, I don't have an answer, but it's a damn good question.
Chapter XXIV
Mine
She knelt between Sara's knees. Beside her sat an open first aid kit. Between her steady hands were Sara's two beaten and bloody, but still beautiful hands. She kissed each knuckle and tenderly checked each finger for fractures.
Sara stared down at Sofia, her soft blonde was brushing against her thighs. Sara felt tears crawl up her throat. No one had ever made her feel so...special, so beautiful. She tugged her smarting hands out of Sofia's grasp.
Sofia looked up and met Sara's gaze. The other woman's dark and intense eyes were shining with unshed tears. "Sara?"
Sara bent her head and caught Sofia's lips in a soft kiss. Her hands delved into silky soft blonde hair. She heard Sofia's low throaty moan and that propelled her further, pushed her harder, it ignited their kiss and when Sara's eyes closed, she saw sparks in the darkness behind her lids.
Sofia, without breaking the kiss, moved her hands from their place on Sara's knees. They slid up Sara's thighs and up her sides. She moved up, subtly, slowly, smoothly until she was straddling Sara's thighs. Her hands found a comfortable grip on Sara's shoulders and she felt Sara's hands curl around her neck. Sofia was wrapped up in Sara - in her grasp, in her scent, in the very essence of the woman - and she didn't want to ever come up for air. That realization lit a fire in her and she did pull back. She ran a finger across Sara's jaw and pushed a strand of her dark hair back behind her ear. Their eyes were locked together, a deep sea blue and a mysterious chocolate brown. Sara's voice, husky with desire, broke their almost magical silence. "Sofia?" Sofia's thumb traced a path across Sara's bottom lip. They were standing on the edge of an abyss and she wanted to fall, but she didn't want to go alone. "Bed?" A smile spread across Sara's face, bright and beautiful and she leaned forward and kissed Sofia again. "Yes."
That started a passion-driven race through Sofia's tastefully decorated condo. They discarded articles of clothing one by one, spreading them haphazardly behind them. Sara's bra ended up hanging off the corner of a bookshelf and Sofia's pants were thrown towards the bedroom's doorway.
They came together, skin to skin, with all the heat of a volcano and the unstoppable power of a typhoon. Their touches were needy, their mouths greedy.
They were finally together and they embraced the beauty of the moment. Later, when the frantic first time had come and gone, their touches softened to slow caresses. Their passion did not dim, it just became sweeter, more involved and special.
When they were limp, spent and utterly satisfied, they collapsed together on the ravaged bed. Sofia pulled the sheet over their bodies and pressed a kiss to Sara's sweaty temple. Sara snuggled up against her, and both women were completely and blissfully happy. The day's worries, the week's frustrations and the dark ominous doubts of tomorrow were only distant blips on their radars.
Sara laid her head on Sofia's shoulder and reached for Sofia's hand. Their fingers intertwined and they lay together. Sara floated on that silver lined cloud that all women did when they had been truly made love to, and she smiled. She snuggled closer and pressed a kiss to Sofia's collar bone. She might just be in love with this woman.
Sofia awoke with the wonderful weight of Sara on her chest. The brunette's hair was fanned out on her bare shoulder and their hands were still linked. In the shadows of her bedroom, she took in the sight of a naked Sara. She was only half covered by the blue satin sheet and she looked like an angel, perfect in every way. Sleep took away all of the worry lines and fatigue from Sara's face. Sofia felt a tug in her gut and she knew that she would be spending a lot of time watching Sara sleep. Her lover...Her Sara. Yes, Sara Sidle was many things, a good friend, a genius scientist, a dedicated CSI, a beautiful woman. Her woman. Sara Sidle was hers and Heaven help if anyone tried to take her away. Sofia pulled Sara closer to her and pressed a kiss to Sara's cheek. As she surrendered once more to Morpheus's pull, her last thought was 'mine'.
Author's Note 2.0: You all have no idea how long it took me to write this. It's the opposite of angst, so it was challenging. I hope you guys liked it... Review...pretty please.