The Consequences of Swimming
Rated: M
Summery: When Sara agreed to leave with Greg Sanders, she couldn't have possibly seen what she had ahead of her.
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Oh to all who celebrate it like me, Happy Easter!
"What the hell?" she asked herself under her breath.
Lindsey leaned over the railing of the steps, looking down at the bodies strolled around her house downstairs. From a distance, they might have looked dead, but Lindsey knew that they were just some idiots her mother brought home after work.
She rolled her eyes, her light red hair falling in front of her face, much like her mothers. She walked down the steps, singing to the invisible music that was played repeatedly in her head.
"Sit tight I'm going to need you to keep time, come on snap those fingers for me," she whispered quietly.
She tiptoed across the living room, stopping and staring at the two laying on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms.
"Mom!" she yelled, "They're strangers on the couch!"
She sniggered, smirking as the rather attractive blond nuzzled his head into the brunettes back.
She raised her eye brows, walking into the kitchen, stepping over the African American she immediately recognized as Warrick. He had been over her house quiet a few times. He was nice, but sometimes he got a too bossy for Lindsey's taste.
She pulled out a glass of orange juice, trying not to step on the other male in the kitchen floor. She looked down at them, blanket thrown over them as he bare legs poked out of the ends. The blanket only reached up to mid torso, so his nice six pack was just waiting for her to admire it.
"Man he looks good," she thought to herself, "Nice abs."
She grabbed the jug of orange juice out and poured a glass, on her way toward the living room. She 'accidentally' stepped on Warrick as she walked out, giggling like mad.
"Damn Lindsey watch your feet!" he muttered.
"Now, now, now, language," she teased.
"Language my ass," he grumbled, sitting up, "You didn't step on Nick."
"But I like to tease you, you're my buddy."
"Sure Linds'"
"MOM! Get these love sick idiots off my couch!" she screeched. "I am missing Tyra!"
"Where's the fire!" Nick yelled sitting up rigidly.
Lindsey cackled, just before Nick launched his pillow at the amused teen.
"MOM!"
"Lindsey! Shhhhh!" Warrick hissed pointing franticly at Greg and Sara.
"I want the love sick idiots off my couch!" she hissed back.
Lindsey marched up the steps and before the boys could stop her stormed into the bed room, where her mother was getting rather cozy with her supervisor.
"MOM!"
"What Lindsey?"
"Get the love sick idiots off my couch!"
"No, sit in the floor."
"I will not! Momma I am missing Tyra."
"You can watch Trya in the floor," she hissed back as she slipped out of the bed.
Lindsey glared at her mother and marched down back stairs angrily.
Sara nuzzled in to warmth of the couch, pressing herself into the warmth of the body wrapped around her.
Wait a second . . .
Couch?
Warm body wrapped around her?
Sara was terrified to open her eyes, afraid who or possibly, what she was laying with and on.
"Oh god what if its Gil!" she thought panicking.
"Please, please God let it be anyone but him. I would rather it be Greg than him!" she hissed quietly.
"Well that's good."
Sara's eyes shot open, her pupils bombarded with light. She batted her eyes for a moment, to adjust to the room and looked around to she a red head sitting against the couch fiddling with a remote.
"Holy shit where am I?"
"Where do you think you are?"
"Lindsey? Oh no, oh god no please let this be dream," she pleaded putting her head in her hands.
Memories flooded Sara's mind to quickly for her to register them almost. The pool, and the events afterward.
She was so thankful they stopped them.
Flashback
Panic flooded her as she looked back from Greg to Gil. Guilt inside her increased, so quickly she couldn't bare it. Before she could stop to think, she shoved Greg off her and pulled her clothes on before running away.
"Sar'! Sara please wait!"
But she kept running and didn't stop until she collapsed on ground, tears running out of her eyes.
He sat down beside her, his thumb gently racking away the tears.
"You didn't plan this did you?" she asked softly.
"Sara! Yeah I planned to take my best friend to Catherine's house to get her naked!" he teased sarcastically.
"Good to know," she whispered softly, smiling.
"You know I don't plan anything SarBear, period."
"I know, it was an accident."
Greg nodded agreeing, "We both haven't been laid for a while and had pent up sexual frustrations."
Sara gasped and punched her friends, eyeing him amused and shook her head. "I have no problem in that department. You might have, but I don't."
"Sure SarBear sure. But wouldn't that mean you wanted me?"
Sara's face went blank as she looked off.
"Sara, stick to the truth. It's what your good at. Don't deny it either. You want me."
"Who said I was denying it?" she teased before heading back into the house.
End Of Flashback
She felt the arms slip around her waist, pulling her into him protectively. She let out a little squeak, her body rigid in an awkward fear. But the more she loosened up, the more she enjoyed being wrapped in him. His body was warm, and soft, perfect for her to melt in and fall asleep.
Sara yawned slightly as she looked out the window. Much time had passed since they had started, and she was ever so tired from reliving her life of passion all over again. But her Granddaughter on the other hand, she was just getting started.
"Oh Grandmamma!" the blond pleaded, "Please don't stop there! Please?"
Sara chuckled as Diane begged, the spitting image of her Grandfather. She began to pout and looked as if ready to grovel on her knees.
"You really like listening to this don't you?" she asked surprised.
"Why wouldn't I?" she began, "It's about Papa, I don't really remember him."
"Yes, he died a bit after you were born," she said solemnly, " But let me tell you something. You were still exactly like him."
She reached out for her Granddaughters hand, her eyes swelling with tears but she pressed on. She needed to hear this just as much as Sara needed to say it.
"The day you were born, I swear that man went through seven rolls of film and equal amount of video tape. He did for the ones before you as well, but you, you were special to him. His sons first born. After all, his oldest and only son's child was something."
She paused a moment letting out a slow breath, "You and him were inseparable. The day you were born, he fed you first, not your Mom, but Greg. You didn't even want to leave his site. You might not remember him well, but when you were little, even a month old, you never forgot him. You worshiped him like a hero even as a newborn."
"Really?" she said, a ray of hope in her voice.
"Really," she agreed. "Now, where were we?"
"Aunt Lindsey was throwing a fit about missing Tyra," the twenty year old giggled.
"Oh yes," she whispered before she continued with the story.
"At first I didn't even know it was your Papa I was with. I didn't remember a thing from that night."
"Do did you go all the way?"
"No heavens. Gil 'accidentally' tripped outside before we could I wish that man hadn't came outside. Though at the time I was thankful."
"Grandmamma!"
"What? A old woman is still a woman and we still think about that you know."