Author: Joyce
Title: The Consequences of Flirting
Disclaimer: Eh...does anybody even read these? Well, fine, they are not mine. Everybody happy now?
Note: As always, thank you for the enormous amount of reviews this story has been receiving. I love the huge response and I swear, you guys helped to get this story where it is now. I love writing this story and I hope you guys continue to love reading it. There are a few chapters left but the end is near. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Dating the one you love
Dress casually, he had told her at the end of shift before he took off with a wink and a impossible smirk on his face. One that she had wanted to kiss right of his face. Sighing, Sara stood in front of her closet. Debating how you could wear something casual and still be sexy at the same time. Eventually she decided that a nice halter top was ok. It wasn't her fault that it showed some skin, it was casual. And the jeans...yes, they were tight and clung to her like a second skin but it was casual. The fact that she wore make-up was also casual. She had managed to dress exactly like he wanted her to. If he wanted casual then he would get casual. A knock on her door erased the proud smile she was wearing and she walked towards the door, nervous and excited at the same time.
"Hi," he greeted her, looking utterly relaxed in jeans and a green sleeveless shirt. "Casual suits you," he complemented, his eyes traveling over her body.
"You too," she responded before she gave up all pretense and stepped closer, kissing him in a way that left him speechless when she released him.
"I just wanted to do that," she explained, an innocent expression on her face before she turned around and grabbed her coat. "Let's go," she told him and he walked towards his car, stopping halfway and turning back to her.
"Your eyes are burning a whole in my butt," he said with the biggest grin on his face and she just smiled, not even bothering to deny the accusation.
"That would be a real shame," was her only comment and when he laughed she just watched him. Amazed by the fact that this was Warrick, still one of her best friends, her co-worker and someone she could trust with her life but also the man she had fallen in love with. A fact that was still mind numbing to her.
"We're going to have a great time, Sara," he promised her before he started the engine and she nodded, not doubting that for a minute.
Half an hour later she was starting to have some doubts when she took in her surroundings, a somewhat scared look on her face."Are you kidding me?"" she asked him and he shook his head.
"Nope," was his calm reply. "You once told me that you loved this as a kid but then life got in the way and you had to give it up. I figured this would be a good way to find a part of your inner kid again. Besides," he whispered in her ear. "It's been ages for me too, I hope I still know how to climb on."
"You make everything dirty, Rick," she told him, even though she was smiling a bit, her eyes fixed on the two horses standing before them before she focused her attention on the man who was saddling them up.
"Is it safe for us to ride them?" she asked the man, who introduced himself as Billy and then assured her that it were sweetest horses she could ever hope to find.
"I'm sure they are," she replied with an uneasy smile. "They look kinda big though."
"Don't let big things scare you, Sara," Warrick told her with a wink and she narrowed her eyes at him while he hopped on the horse with a grace that made her suspect that he went riding every week.
"Fine," she mumbled, managing to get on the horse the second time she tried, although she had some help from Billy. Meanwhile she tried to ignore the amused look that Warrick was sending her way.
"Looking good, Sidle," he drawled, happily waving to Billy before he took off with the horse, all elegance and ease.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, slowly getting used to the feeling of being on a horse again before she followed him, catching up with him a couple of seconds later.
"You're really something, Brown," she admitted once they were riding next to each other and green eyes sparkled when he looked at her. "Yeah, I'm a mystery," he smirked, remembering a time when he had told Catherine the same thing.
"I told you the story of my horse riding days years ago," she remembered, a puzzled look on her face and he nodded next to her. "I tend to remember the things that matter to me," was his simple answer.
"I'm glad you do," Sara told him, her fear slowly fading because Billy had been right, this horse was easy to ride on. Relaxing somewhat she took in her surroundings, they were riding on a ranch just outside of Vegas and for a while it was easy to forget about the pressure of the job or the stress you got from living in a city that never sleeps. Looking over at the man next to her she saw that he was watching her, all caring and gorgeous, and for the first time in her life Sara felt truly happy.
Some time later they stopped near a fence, securing the horses and allowing them to rest a bit.
"You like my idea?" he asked her and the smile she gave him was the answer he needed.
"I love it," she told him, stepping closer to him while she leaned against him and he responded by wrapping both his arms around her.
"It's not to cheesy?" he wanted to know and she grinned.
"A little bit," she admitted before she turned around in his embrace. "But that's ok, Rick. I haven't had much cheesy moments in my life and this one...It may be cheesy but I'm having a blast."
"Good," he answered before he lowered his head and kissed her and she allowed herself to get lost in his touch for a while, giving as good as she was getting.
"Who thought you how to kiss like that?" he mumbled against her lips a while later and she laughed. "What can I say?" she said somewhat teasingly, "I'm a mystery."
"Yeah," he agreed, pulling back to look at her and suddenly completely serious. "But I like unraveling the mystery that is Sara Sidle."
"That's good to know," she said before she stepped out of his arms. "We should get back or they'll send out a search party."
"Picture that," she heard him mutter and she climbed back on her horse, watching him do the same.
"Looking good, Brown," she teased him and the ride back was spend with them talking and laughing.
A while later Warrick pulled up in front of her house, turning of the engine and looking at the woman sitting next to him.
"I liked spending the day with you," he told her with a somewhat shy smile on his face. "I could get used to that," he continued, taking a chance and she turned towards him.
"Me too," was her answer and she stopped, debating whether or not she should ask him this. "Why doesn't this feel weird?" she finally managed to ask and he raised both his eyebrows.
"What do you mean, Sara?" he questioned, not following the sudden turn in the conversation.
"You and me," she began. "We hated each other when we first met and then we became friends, good friend and for such a long time that was all we were," she stopped, pausing to take a deep breath, "And then all of a sudden we were flirting and I couldn't stop thinking about you and now we're on our way to become.."
"Lovers?" he finished for her and she nodded.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, "Lovers and this should feel weird but it doens't. Why doesn't it feel weird, Warrick?"
He shrugged, taking his time to think about it.
"I don't know," he told her. "In my experience, if things are right then it never feels weird."
"You think we're right together?" she asked him in a small voice and he kissed her before he got out of the car and walked her towards her door, kissing her again once they got there.
"You know we are, Sara," was the last thing he told her before he turned around and drove off and she watched him leave.
"Yeah, I know," she whispered, entering her house with the biggest smile on her face.
Tbc...
