A/N: I hope you all like this Chapter, its 200 words shorter than the others (you may not have noticed but it is tormenting me) I just couldn't find another 200 words anywhere lol My poor Muse had already moved on to the next chapter! anyway let me know what you think? ;o) - Love Charli xxx
Greg found himself seated on the front porch, his laptop propped on a makeshift table and music removing the eerie silence. It was the only place he could get a signal strong enough for a search, he had spent 20 minutes wandering around the cabin before braving the cold night air. He tapped on the keys and stared at the screen completely engrossed in the job in hand when Robyn appeared behind him.
She carefully leaned over, wrapping the gold quilted comforter she wore around his shoulders. Her lips pressed along his shoulders, the heat from her body embraced him. her hands slowly drew over his chest as she slid the blanket around them both for a few moments her body pressed against his back.
"Why aren't you in bed Mr Sanders?" She smiled, moving across to the chair perched beside him and collapsing into it. A shiver crossed his body as the icy air hit his skin again and he longed for her warmth to return, he longed to be wrapped up in her under the sheets.
"Sorry, I'm working on something for Sara. She wants me to find someone…" He explained, gesturing for her to put her legs on his lap. He absent-mindedly kneaded her foot with one hand as he scanned names on the screen.
"Lost that loving feeling already Greg?" She grinned, making a reference to the music filtering out from the stereo in the corner. "Trying to tell me something?"
"I wasn't even listening" He sighed.
Robyn removed her feet from his lap, leaning forward to rest her hands on either side of his neck and look into his eyes.
"I missed you" She whispered, pressing her lips to his. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, his teeth grazing the soft skin as her sweet, warm breath surrounded him. Her eyes shone in the darkness as she pulled away from him, breathless and quivering.
He stood from the chair, taking her hand and pulling her against him. She gasped quickly as the bite from his cold skin pressed against her body, still warm from the bed. He unfolded the blanket draping it carefully around his own shoulders, encompassing them both in its warm cocoon as he slowly began to sway to the music.
"I missed you too" He responded with a similar hushed tone. She rested her head on his chest with a deep sigh, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. The moonlight reflected off her hair, the scent of her skin swirled around them. Greg drew his hands along the length of her spine, resting them on the curve of her back and holding her body against his.
"You could have put some clothes on" She teased, taking in his bare chest covered with goosebumps and his bright red boxer shorts.
"So could you" Greg retaliated with a wicked smile as he noted that she was wearing only underwear. He slowly stroked his fingertips under the waistband of her panties to illustrate the fact as they continued to sway around on the creaky decking of the porch. He looked down at her, capturing her eye contact for a long moment " And I didn't want to wake you"
Their kiss enveloped them in its warmth and intensity. The rest of the world stood still, the music dulled to silence and the gentle sway of their bodies slowed to a stop. He wanted more than anything to gather her into his arms and take her back to bed. He wanted to have her fingers tangled in his hair and her legs wrapped around him. He wanted his kisses to cover her body and her lips to cover his.
But Sara's broken voice would sound in his subconscious, reminding him that he had made a promise to her and he could never let her down. Not Sara, she deserved his loyalty more than anyone else.
"I was told minimal clothing was mandatory this weekend" She smirked as Greg unfolded himself from the blanket and returned to his seat.
"I didn't expect it to be so cold" He shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to her exposed abdomen now at eye level with him. He drew his thumb across the tattoo of two tiny butterflies she had perched on the curve of her hip bone; one for each of her parents she had explained the first time he saw them.
Robyn playfully swung one leg over his legs, lowering her body so that she was seated on his lap. Her eyes locked with his as she quirked a suggestive eyebrow and twisted her hand behind his neck.
"I know a foolproof way to generate heat" She crooned seductively in his ear.
His hands involuntarily slid down her body to her waist and he tilted her hips against him, the blanket sliding from her shoulders and pooling at his feet. She pressed her forehead lightly against his, her fingers carefully sliding through his hair as she gasped in anticipation.
His breathing became rapid, his blood coursed through his veins at lightning speed and his heart beat hard against his chest. He wondered how one woman could make him lose control so easily as he tore the bra from her shoulders and caressed her shoulders with his lips.
Robyn's nails dug into his back as she hummed in his ear. Her teeth gently scraping the skin and making his body react instantly. He was aroused, well beyond the point where he could stop anything from happening and from the fire in her eye when she pulled back she had no intention of making him stop.
He looped his fingers around her panties, removing them quickly before gently dancing his fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her legs trembled as he stroked his thumb across her, pressing kisses across the outline of her pelvis. She threw her head back as a groan played on her lips and she pushed her body into his again, lowering herself onto him once more.
She rocked her hips against him, gasping as her body adjusted to his. The rhythm she maintained drove him crazy, tension knotting in his lower abdomen as he pressed back against the chair, his hands gently guiding her body. Her whispers disappeared in puffs of breath in the cold night air but their passion wasn't a raging inferno. It never was. It was always slow, emotionally charged and incredibly intense.
Her body tensed against him, her eyes clouding over with an emotion he couldn't read as she arched her back. His hands braced, supporting her body while she leaned backwards exposing her whole body to his eyes. He dipped his head to shower her body with kisses . The tremble crossing her body was delicious, the groan that escaped her lips sending him cascading into oblivion himself.
They settled in the post coital afterglow clinging to each others bodies as their breath turned to smoke in the air and the cold bit at their skin. A violent shiver shook her body and she sucked in her breath. Robyn gently kissed his lips, the tremble still evident in her legs as she unwound from him and retrieved the blanket from the floor.
"I'll make us some hot chocolate" She offered, kissing his forehead and moving back inside.
He was no further in his search when she returned, fully clothed with 2 steaming mugs and his old Stanford Sweater slung over her arm. He gratefully wriggled into the sweater and sipped the cocoa grateful for the interlude in his, so far fruitless search.
"Its beautiful out here" She stated, gazing out over the stillness of the lake stretching into the distance. The moonlight shimmered over the surface making it look like a sheet of silver. She wore a wistful expression, like she was trying hard to hold on to the moments she was being gifted. Like she was scared it was about to be taken away.
"It really is" Greg agreed, keeping his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him. She glanced over at him before averting her eyes and suppressing the smile crossing her lips.
"Stop it" She smiled, the blush crossing her skin more than obvious.
"Stop what?" Greg shrugged.
"Being so damn adorable, that's what!" She rolled her eyes in his direction as she pulled her sweater closer around her body.
"I can't help it" He grinned "I'm just an adorable kind of guy"
"Well all guys say that to get into a girls pants" She said, pressing her lips together.
"Au contraire" Greg smiled "And can I point out...I'm already in your pants?"
Robyn narrowed her eyes, suppressing the smile on her lips by biting on her lower lip.
"I might have to reconsider" She said shrugging one shoulder.
"Reconsider...this?" Greg indicated to his body.
"You're...right...I need someone to keep me warm" She sighed. "I guess I'll have to keep you"
"wow, try not to sound too enthusiastic... you're suffocating me!" Greg teased, raising his hands in the air in mock terror as she tossed a book in his direction.
"So, who are you looking for?" Robyn queried, curling her legs under her body in the chair.
Greg regarded her carefully. She clutched the mug carefully between both her hands, blowing cooling breath into the liquid through her pursed lips. Her eyes were once again fixed on the lake glistening in the moonlight but they were soon drawn back to him as his scrutiny burned into her.
"Oh, its… Sara's looking for a family member. I'm trying to track her down" He shrugged, not wanting to get into the details Sara had emailed him.
He had known she had a traumatic childhood but had only ever been privy to bits and pieces of the story. The email with Amy's details held an insight into Sara's life that she had previously been incredibly talented at hiding.
"They grew apart?" Robyn continued, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
"No… she was adopted" Greg said, turning back to the computer to continue scrolling.
Robyn seemed intrigued, she placed the mug on the floor beside her chair and moved across the porch to lean over his shoulder. Her eyes scanned over the image on the screen as he frowned up at her.
"That site's no good then. A lot of them don't check adoption records" She met his eye with a smile, her soft hand closing over his on the mouse to open a new window. She leaned over him and typed in an address. "Try it now"
Greg stared at her in disbelief, the frown furrowing further on his brow as she simply returned to her seat and raised the mug to her lips.
"How do you know so much about this?" He asked, typing in the words 'Amy Sidle' and sitting back as the computer did its work.
"I've used them before" She shrugged, laughing at his raised eyebrow "I was adopted"
Greg was stunned for a few moments as Robyn turned her eyes to the deep blue of the night sky. He wondered why she had never mentioned it before. She spoke about her parents so often he would never have expected them not to be her birth parents.
"You looked for your real family?" He asked quietly.
Robyn hesitated for a second, a glimmer of sadness crossing her eyes as she pondered his question.
"I looked for my birth mother, after my real mother died. I grew up with my real family" She clarified with a decisive nod.
Greg wondered whether he should press the subject further but he really couldn't help his curiosity from getting the better of him. He had grown up with both his parents, his grandparents and a fully fledged family tree. He couldn't imagine life without his over extended group of cousins and aunts and uncles and stories stemming generations. Families fascinated him.
"Did you find her?" He muttered into the air.
"No...she… she didn't want to know" Robyn shrugged, staring out at the lake again. "Then my dad got sick"
"I'm sorry" Greg muttered, not sure what he should be saying.
"It was a long time ago" She said with a whisper of a smile. "You learn to appreciate what you have, you know?"
Greg nodded thinking about all the memories he had from growing up. His mother's tears when he went to school or the smile from his father when he learned to ride his bike for the first time. He could picture their faces in the crowd when he graduated or the way his mother would bake him fresh cookies every Friday after school. Things he took for granted and yet cherished a great deal.
He wondered if he would see them differently knowing he didn't belong in that family genetically. He wondered if he would feel the same sense of belonging when he went home to visit.
"Don't you ever wonder what they're like or if maybe she's changed her mind?"
Robyn's eyes brimmed with unshed tears she wouldn't let fall. She looked at him sadly with a shake of her head.
"I took losing my Mom and then my Dad as an omen" She shrugged, slightly embarrassed "It was a sign to stop looking"
"It wasn't your fault they died Robyn..." He reassured her. "She could be waiting for you to get in touch again"
"When you've already lost everything you learn not to go looking for things that aren't there" She whimpered before pressing a kiss to his temple and heading inside. Greg sighed and sat back in his seat deciding that giving her space was the best thing to do right now.
His search for Amy Sidle was going nowhere fast, even on the new site Robyn steered him to. He sipped his hot chocolate scanning his eyes over the email Sara had sent him.
As a last ditch attempt he searched for all Amy's born on that date in the San Francisco Area coming up with a list of 13 names that he printed out. Somehow he would narrow it down and find the right one. It was his job after all, he followed the evidence even when it was thin and circumstantial. He would follow it until it led him somewhere.