Disclaimer: See first chapter.
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I don't really have a reason for the delay. This has been written since the beginning of the week but there was something that I didn't like about it so I needed some more time to play around with it, which I find funny because Last Kiss is actually the song that inspired this whole story. But I changed my first idea a bit. I feel like there's still something a bit... off .. with this chapter, but I don't know what, so I'm posting anyway.
So... Enjoy!
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Last Kiss
Taylor Swift
And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in
I'm not much for dancing, but for you I did
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It was one of the few formal events sponsored by the Clark County Police Department. Catherine was flirting with an officer on days by the bar, Warrick and Nick were off to the side discussing a recent football game and glancing every so often to laugh at Greg as he tried to pick up a girl, Grissom and Sara had been talking casually all night, sitting across from each other at the night shift's table. Greg had dragged Sara out to the dance floor and she had cast a pleading look towards Grissom, silently asking him to rescue her, but he shrugged his shoulders and she stuck her tongue out at him.
Greg dropped her off back at the table, kissing her cheek in thanks for the dance, and then wandering off for a new dance partner. Sara sipped her wine to recover from what Greg declared were his "rad" dance skills. After a few moments Grissom stood from his chair and offered Sara his hand just as a slow song began to play.
"May I have this dance?" he asked with a soft smile. Sara rolled her eyes and looked a little uncertain.
"You're serious?" she asked. "Here?" He nodded. "But what if people think-"
"Sara, you just danced with Greg, and I shared a dance with Catherine earlier. There's no reason for anyone to assume anything," Grissom said.
"Well… okay," Sara resigned, taking his hand and standing. She was surprised by his willingness for the open display of affection, especially in front of their coworkers. Sara blamed it on the fair amount of wine he had consumed, and blamed her acceptance on the same.
They started dancing with the least amount of contact possible. His fingers rested lightly on her hips and her hands held his shoulders. As they gently swayed with the music the distance between their bodies shortened. Her fingers were interlaced at the nape of his neck, tickled by his grey curls. His arms had come to wrap around her waist, meeting at the small of her back. As the song played on Sara's eyes fluttered shut as her head rested on his shoulder, face tucked into the crook of his neck. She inhaled deeply, overwhelmed by his comforting scent. She sighed contentedly and let the soft strings of music filter around them. Yes, this was exactly where she wanted to be.
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A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who has been reviewing! You guys are just great! Please tell me what you thought of this chapter ;)