Who Makes You Feel (Ready For Your Love)
By: FlowerPotBloom
Summary: I do like sex… WS post-Face Lift Warrick and Sara's romantic night gets briefly interrupted by a nervous Sara. Content Warning: lovemaking
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, nor any of its characters. They are the sole creative property of Anthony E. Zuiker.
Saturday, March 17, 2001
Sara was nervous, and she feared that she'd ruined things.
They'd been planning tonight all week, and she'd been a little less than professional with her sultry gazes, her teasing Warrick by milking David's crush on her to support her now debunked theory of spontaneous combustion, and her hints about bedroom wear. Warrick took it all in stride, exhibiting excellent focus and self control, while she was a hot mess. After work though, all bets were off, and Warrick teased her right back with his lusty kisses, hints about how he liked when she wore navy blue, and lingering caresses.
Their night was finally happening, and up until now, things had been going just as they'd planned: dinner, wine, candles, dancing, then the bedroom, where she'd slinked into his bathroom and changed into a satin navy blue camisole and panty lingerie set and when Sara presented herself to Warrick, he'd definitely liked what he saw. She joined him in bed, and they were kissing languid and sweet, and caressing and enjoying the moment, but then, she got too much into her own head.
The last three months of shared meals, morning walks, soft kisses, then eventually outright making out and heavy petting led up to this point, a point they both so clearly wanted to get to, so why was she about to get anxious, sweaty pits in Warrick's bathroom?
She fanned her armpits, then she took deep breaths as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her hair was a little mussed, her lips were swollen from passionate kissing, and her face, neck and chest were aglow with a pink, rosy blush… She was all kinds of hot and bothered from Warrick's kisses and his hand in her panties, and the ache between her legs was unbearable, arousal pooling there like molten lava, and she wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than to have Warrick ease that ache.
But.
Sara took a deep breath.
Well, it wasn't like she was a virgin or anything; that cherry was popped ages ago, and she was loathe to even remember it. She'd been too young, and unfortunately, it set her on a course of consistently bad sex over the years. Even sex on a plane wasn't a good experience, and she'd really liked Kurt. She thought then, if she couldn't even enjoy sex on a plane with a guy she liked at the time, then she was doomed. As a result, she focused on work and friends, and hadn't had sex in three years.
Oh how she missed sex…she liked sex…she guessed.
Oh God…
She wasn't even sure that she liked sex…
This was a problem.
She was a cold fish! A flopping, slippery, cold fish!
Wait.
Obviously, from how turned on she was at the moment, she wasn't that cold…
A knock on the door brought her out of her racing thoughts.
"Sara? Are you okay?"
Okay, moment of truth.
Don't be a coward, she instructed herself, then she opened up the door to Warrick on the other side, his shirt mostly unbuttoned, looking at her with concern.
"Hi."
"Hi," he said, looking her over. "You alright? You've been shut up in there for a while…"
"Um…"
She walked past him and went over and got back onto his bed, and he followed.
"Sara, what's going on, babe?" He asked, ever patient. "I can almost see the wheels turning in your head."
She sighed. "I'm nervous…"
"About what this means for us?" He inquired.
"No, it's not that," she said. "I'm excited for what this means for us…I just…I've been celibate for three years, and the last time I had sex, it was awful. Let me just level with you, 'Rick: I've only ever had terrible sex."
Warrick furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, that's unfortunate…"
"I think it's me," she said.
He gave her a once over and smirked. "Trust me babe, it's not you."
"What is it then?" She asked, putting her hands on his chest. "I don't want our night to be ruined because I'm a cold fish."
He embraced her, caressing his hands over her backside and he kissed her deep and passionate, and she immediately responded to him, moaning softly and pressing herself into him.
He broke their kiss and looked into her eyes. "Hmm…you liked that, so you're definitely not a cold fish."
She leaned in and kissed him lustily.
"I want you to…help me enjoy this… Before, I would just lay there like a slug. This is like…remedial for me…"
Warrick raked his eyes over her and he saw the rosy blush return.
He smirked. "You're somethin' else, you know that, babe?"
"Mmhm," she grinned.
"Why don't you tell me what you want and like?" He suggested.
"That's the thing, 'Rick, I don't really know," she admitted. "Please, help me, sweetie."
Warrick adored this woman, was thoroughly in love with her, but hadn't told her as much yet, but he loved her, was willing to do anything for her, and he wanted her to not just enjoy their lovemaking, but enjoy lovemaking with him.
He kissed her tenderly.
"Okay," he said.
Sara helped him undress, and he kissed her slow and sensual as he slipped his hand into her panties and slid his fingers through her slick sex, and she moaned and shuddered. Well. She obviously liked that.
Once Warrick was completely nude, he got into bed with her, settling half on, half off of her and he captured her lips with his in a sweet kiss, then he kissed along her neck, down, down, pulling a strap of her camisole down, revealing her pert breast, and he kissed her there, gently sucking her nipple, making her gasp and arch up into his mouth as she fisted the sheets at her sides.
He kissed his way down, down her slender body, pushing her camisole up and kissing over her flat abdomen, then back up to her lips, caressing her arms.
"You can touch me, babe," he said. "It's okay."
She caressed her hands over his bare chest, down over his abdomen, down, down until she was stroking him, and she purred and kissed him deeply.
Warrick pushed her panties down, and she kicked them off of her and she gasped when he slid his fingers inside her. She was scorching, silky, and tight inside, and he ached for her even more. He teased her with his fingers until Sara whimpered, and clutched at him, and squirmed and begged.
"Inside me," she begged, wrapping her legs around him. "Please."
He kissed her hot and deep, both of them moaning as he joined them and made love to her.
Later, they collapsed onto the bed, and Sara slid limply off of Warrick onto her back beside him, both of them breathless, sweaty, dizzy, and sated.
"Damn girl," he said, trying to catch his breath.
"Whoa," she panted. "I do like sex…"
"Yeah you do, babe," he husked as he leaned in and kissed her languid and sweet. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I did," she purred between kisses. "Thank you, sweetie."
"Anytime, babe," he said, reaching his hand up and caressing her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "Anything, anytime for you, Sara. I'm in love with you. I love you."
She looked at him incredulously. "You love me?"
"Yes," he said, gently drawing her closer to him. "You're incredible, intelligent, beautiful, and you gave me a chance to be a better man for you. I love you."
She hooked her arms under his and kissed him softly.
"I love you too, 'Rick," she said. "You're an amazing man. You're my man."
"You're my woman."
They kissed sweetly before they curled up together and let their afterglow lull them into contented, restful sleep.
Thanks you for reading! I have more planned for this particular universe. Feedback will be much appreciated!