Author: Joyce

Title: The Consequences of Flirting

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine!

Note: It's been a while but I'm back. This story had two more chapters to go and then it's finished. In advance, I want to thank you all for your awesome replies! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

A special breakfast

Warrick pulled up in his driveway, more then a little happy to see his home in front of him. He had made it, he had lived trough one of the longest shifts in his life. The case had been boring and Grissom had been demanding but he was home now and all he planned to do was sleep. He walked into his living room, leaving clothes as he made his way towards his bedroom and when his head hit his pillow he was already asleep.

He woke up sometime later, frowning when he felt something pressed against him. His hand tentatively reached out and he felt soft warm skin under his touch, spooned against his back. She was breathing with short even intervals, leaving a trail of hot air on his back every time she exhaled and he smiled before he turned around to see her because he knew. He would always know when Sara Sidle was lying in bed with him, holding him protectively. She was wearing one of his shirts and her long lashes were lying peacefully on her face. For a moment he pretended that she was as carefree as she looked right now, lying here in bed with him. She stirred somewhat when she felt him move and a couple of seconds later sleepy eyes were looking at him.

"You're awake," she whispered, looking a bit uncomfortable and he smiled his Warrick smile. The one that women had long ago called irresistible and that he had learned to use on special occasions only. Lately she was the only one receiving them and he couldn't picture ever giving them to someone else again.

"Yeah," he told her, brushing some hair out of her face. It had looked fine but he had felt the need to touch her. "This is a nice surprise," he continued and she blushed.

"My guy had a tough shift," she explained and his smile intensified when he heard her use the phrase 'my guy.'

"Oh, really," he said dryly, "Maybe you should go comfort your guy then."

She narrowed her eyes but the smile remained on her face.

"Yeah," she responded. "I'll make sure I'll go see him once we're done here."

His laugh tickled the hairs in her neck and he felt her shiver against him.

"Are you cold?" he asked her, a worried look on his face.

"No," she replied, her eyes never leaving his face. "Frankly, I think it's quite hot in here."

"Oh," he said, moving away from her. "I can turn the heat down if you like."

She stopped him by grabbing his wrist and pulling him back against her body.

"I don't feel hot because it's warm you moron," she half laughed before she pressed her lips against his and he happily pulled her closer, loving the feel of her long legs against his.

"How did you get in?" he whispered while trailing a path of kisses from her lips to her neck.

"I..." she answered, panting a little when he reached up and removed the t-shirt she was wearing. "Nicky has a key," he finally managed to say and he chuckled against her skin.

"I'll make sure you get one too," he managed to tell her between kisses before his lips found her breasts.

"Yeah," Sara said, sounding very content. "You do that..." she half whispered. "You know," she told him out of breath, "I was actually here to make you breakfast."

Her statement made him look up briefly. "That's nice," he told her before he went back to his task.

"I thought so too," she responded while arching her back.

"Sara?" he mumbled while her fingers were clawing in his hair.

"What?" she answered a bit distracted, lost in the feelings he was creating inside of her.

"Stop talking," he ordered and for once she was happy to obey someone.


A while later he woke up again, feeling her arm around his waist while she was laying contently against him. Her naked body was pressed against his and she had a satisfied smile on her face.

"That was better then breakfast," she mumbled with her eyes still closed and he shook with laughter.

"It was," he agreed, wrapping both his arms around her. "I could get used to waking up beside you," he admitted and she looked up but without the fear he had expected to see on her face after making such a statement.

"I think that can be arranged," she told him while smiling and she placed a kiss on his chest. "I'd like that," she added and he knew that slowly her walls were crumbling.

"Good," he commented before he managed to get out of bed.

"What are you doing?" she half whined, even though she was enjoying her view immensely.

"Making sure we get something to eat," he responded while putting some boxers on and he heard her sight in disappointment.

"You don't want something to eat?" he asked her while turning around and she shook her head. "I don't want you dressed," she said with a devilish spark in her eyes.

He rolled his eyes in response, trying to refrain from laughing although he was failing quite miserably.

"You're just here because you think I'm hot," he exclaimed and he tried to look as hurt as possible.

Sara wasn't that impressed however. "Duh," was her simple answer and he walked out of the room, grinning from ear to ear.

"You're an animal, Sidle," she heard him scream from his kitchen and she laughed while trying to find her t-shirt, joining him a couple of seconds later.

"Why does my shirt look so damn good on you?" he asked her, taking his time to look at her, his eyes darkening and she winked at him.

"You're an animal, Brown," she replied and he nodded contently, not even bothering to deny it.

"Bacon and eggs?" he asked her, changing the subject and she agreed with his choice.

"I'm starving," he heard her mutter and he had a proud smirk on his face.

"Did I wear you out?" he asked her arrogantly. " Not really," she replied with a straight face, "I've had better."

"What!" he exclaimed, turning around and forgetting about his eggs. "You have not," he told her, a somewhat scared look on his face.

"It was nice," she said, looking him straight in the eyes and he took a step towards her, waving his spatula in front of her face.

"You call that nice?" he questioned, gesturing wildly to make his point. "That was not nice, that was amazing!" he huffed, "I gave you some of my best moves," he continued and she broke down laughing.

"You're funny when your male pride is on the line," she told him, still shaking with laughter.

"And you're mean," he replied, some of his anxiety gone. "I don't care what you say, you were the best I ever had."

"I was?"she asked him, her laugher stopping immediately and a genuine look of surprise on her face. "But you've had a whole lot of women," she said.

He just nodded, not really wanting to elaborate on that point.

"But none of them were you," he whispered before he kissed her and she kissed him back until she saw smoke coming from behind him.

"Rick, your eggs are on fire," she told him calmly and she smiled while she watched him clean up the mess in his kitchen.

"You want a cheese sandwich?" he asked her somewhat sheepishly once he was done and she nodded. "That's fine too," she told him.

Half an hour later they were sitting in front of the TV, both chewing on the last bite of their sandwich.

"So," he drawled. "What do you wanna do today? We could see a movie or take a walk."

"Nah," she replied, "I want to stay here."

"Really?" he asked her with a smirk on his face.

"Of course," she deadpanned. "Why would I want to take a walk when there's a bedroom here?"

"Hmmmm" he said, pretending to give her suggestion some thought. "Well, ok," he agreed, scooping her up from the couch and carrying her to his bedroom.

"Warrick," she whispered in his ear, "You're the best I've ever had too."

"I knew it!" was the last thing that was heard from his bedroom.

Tbc...