Rated: M
Summery: What does black panties, Catherine Willows, and a pool, have in common? Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders are about to find out.
A/N: OMG! I am so surprised I am even able to write! As anyone who has read my profile knows, I am a huge Clay Aiken fan. If you don't, then their you go, I am 16, an 'overly passionate' Claymate and dang proud of it. I got to go to my first Clay concert in Knoxville. He as SO AMAZING! I mean he was absolutely amazing. Worth every penny and more. I got to shake his hand at the bus line! I am still floating . . .inches away from him . . . inches away from Clay in pajama pants, a baggy tee, flip flops and wet hair ( he took a shower before he came out.). Anyways . . . hope you like the chapter . . . read and review while I continue being giddy.
Disclaimer: All right! I don't own CSI! There you got it out of me! If I did though, boy wouldn't that season finale went different . . .The sun was bright, bearing down on the backs of the people going to and fro beneath the wisp of clouds that hung low in the sky. A gentle, dry, breeze flowed through the landscape as people climbed into their high-priced cars driving off to a day off work, and Jessica Miller packing down the car for a long trip to North Carolina for her second and last concert of the summer.
She straightened up her tee shirt, picking a piece of lint of the words "Official Fan Club" and leaned against the car. It always took a ridiculous amount of time for her mother to pack up, honestly being gone for a few days and she behaved like she was leaving the house for a month.
Rolling her green orbs, she catching the neighbor's lawn out of the corner of her eyes. The woman who had owned it, Ms. Willows, had taken her daughter, mother, and supposed 'significant other' on vacation this week. Her daughter, her name escapes her because she never really liked her in the first place, always felt the need to gloat loudly about her new home. Why, Jessica never knew, since the fact remained that they had a house exactly like it. A car was drove haphazardly in the drive, wheels leaning into the wet grass. A pair of high healed knee boots was thrown into the lawn beside the stepping stones, a wet jacket lying near the door along with a dropped pair of keys and a what looked like a pair of black underwear, but from the distance she couldn't be sure.
Her mother came bustling out of the house locking the door and rushing into the car with no time to waste. She thought as she passed the house maybe to mention the mess to her mother, but she readily decided against it. She had a good idea how that got their- and she wasn't to excited to tell her mother why she thought of it in the first place.
When Sara opened her eyes the next morning, she instantly regretted it. Her back ached as well as her head, but what hurt even worse was the throbbing pain between her legs. She groaned, not daring to open her eyes and laid her head on her soft warm pillow. It moved up and down, breathing gently against her bare skin.
Wait.
Pillows. Don't. Breath.
Her eyelids shot open, much to the protest of the sun. She was on top of something- but even worse still. That something was naked. That something was Greg Sanders.
She looked down at her self, then back to Greg and her body flooded with fear. Not for possibly being pregnant- not even that she had sex with her best friend. She was panicking because she couldn't remember- she couldn't remember a thing.
Sara didn't dare to move, in fear she would wake the man below her. She looked down at him, taking a moment to admire the sleeping god below her.
God was an understatement. She wasn't sure how to explain it, but he surly had to be the best thing she had ever looked at. She couldn't help herself when she took a peek below the waist. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her chest. That was why her legs throbbed- to bad she couldn't remember it.
She positioned herself again as she was and he wrapped his arms around her, flipping her over, pushing himself flush against her in her sleep. She felt him against her thigh and she did everything she did not to even breath, not trusting herself the least bit. She took her hand shakily, wrapping them around his neck and gave him a gentle kiss on his neck.
Flashback
"Sara?" a voice called from the shadows.
Sara turned around, beer in her hand, breathing heavily as she watched Greg making his way to her with a drink of his own.
"Hank?" she asked softly, not trusting her voice after the fourth beer.
"Yeah its me. You look great Sara."
"Thanks," she said stiffly.
"I take it he is your date? George isn't it?"
"Yes, and its Greg."
"Oh, yeah well whatever. What I really wanted to do was apoligize. It took me a while to figure out what I did wrong. I am sorry for what I did to you. I am a changed man now, I married her and she knows everything. We just had a son, Aaron, a year and a half."
"Thank you Hank, and good luck with your son."
"Thanks Sara. See you around."
Hank walked away, and Sara felt surly tonight was the best night of her life. Or at least she thought so until she saw an angry face fuming beside her.
"I thought this was our date? Going back to Hank?"
"No Greg-"
"Well, I thought after one round you would get enough-"
"Greg! He wasn't trying to get me! He was apoligzing. I don't want him."
"Oh so you want Grissom again, never good enough am I?"
"Greg! You idiot-"
"I guess I never was-"
"I want you! Not Grissom! Not Hank! I want YOU."
Suddenly she felt herself slammed into the bar, with a flush pair of hot lips against her own.
"Morning love," he whispered. "Had a good night last night?"
"Apparently," she started, "My legs are throbbing like hell. To bad I can't remember it."
"Maybe," he whispering as he flipped her under him. He pressed his lips against her ear, letting his breath tickle her neck, "I can help you remember it."
"I'd like that."
Sara grinned inwardly as his lips met her in a rush of emotion again. "Surly," she thought, "this is the only way to wake up."
And from that day forward, this was exactly how Sara Sidle woke up. Wrapped tightly, in the arms of the man she loved, pure bliss, pure perfection.