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Suggested soundtrack: "Secret" by Maroon 5
Sara throws her bag to the floor in the hallway, walks through the cool gray walls of Nick’s house to the living room.
He’s standing by the sliding glass door that leads to the patio; she can see his reflection in the glass as his eyes follow the clouds scudding low across the sky. One of those rare cloudy days you get in the desert. The dim light of the morning makes the walls seem darker than usual. She crosses the floor to him, wrapping her arms around him; resting her forehead against his shoulder.
“I hate this,” she whispers into his shirt.
His hands cover hers but she doesn’t see his soft smile. Dark brown eyes flick down to their linked hands for a moment before he turns his attention back to the backyard.
Another shape moves, dimly, in the glass. He feels Sara press tighter against him as Warrick slides his hands around her waist, pushing her forward. Against his back he can feel Warrick’s left hand skim up Sara’s abdomen, spreading out, his fingers tracing her ribcage. The other hand has made its way into his, and Nick lightly traces Warrick’s joint with his thumb.
“Nothing’s gonna change, Sara,” Warrick whispers in her ear, ticking the junction of her neck and her jaw with his lips. He can feel Sara shiver between them as Warrick runs along the curve of her hip with his nails.
“We’re just going to be better rested than you,” Nick adds, and the reflection of his devilish grin is the brightest thing in the room.
First in a series?
Suggested soundtrack: "Secret" by Maroon 5
Sara throws her bag to the floor in the hallway, walks through the cool gray walls of Nick’s house to the living room.
He’s standing by the sliding glass door that leads to the patio; she can see his reflection in the glass as his eyes follow the clouds scudding low across the sky. One of those rare cloudy days you get in the desert. The dim light of the morning makes the walls seem darker than usual. She crosses the floor to him, wrapping her arms around him; resting her forehead against his shoulder.
“I hate this,” she whispers into his shirt.
His hands cover hers but she doesn’t see his soft smile. Dark brown eyes flick down to their linked hands for a moment before he turns his attention back to the backyard.
Another shape moves, dimly, in the glass. He feels Sara press tighter against him as Warrick slides his hands around her waist, pushing her forward. Against his back he can feel Warrick’s left hand skim up Sara’s abdomen, spreading out, his fingers tracing her ribcage. The other hand has made its way into his, and Nick lightly traces Warrick’s joint with his thumb.
“Nothing’s gonna change, Sara,” Warrick whispers in her ear, ticking the junction of her neck and her jaw with his lips. He can feel Sara shiver between them as Warrick runs along the curve of her hip with his nails.
“We’re just going to be better rested than you,” Nick adds, and the reflection of his devilish grin is the brightest thing in the room.
First in a series?
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Best present EVAR!
Date: 2004-12-08 06:36 pm (UTC)Good lord! Okay, you deserve a present. I have no fic to bring (::cue "Little Drummer Boy"::), but I'll make you an icon of anything you want (within my skill level). -Anything-. I'd surprise you, but I'm currently dead from happy and unable to function at even the lowest brain levels.
Re: Best present EVAR!
Date: 2004-12-09 07:29 am (UTC)THANK YOU FOR OFFERING TO MAKE ME AN ICON!!!!!! *happy dances* That's so awesome of you. Could you make me an angsty Sara (and/or Jorja Fox- whichever) with some LOTR lyrics on it for me? Part of this song, maybe?
Ngîl cennin eriel vi
Menel aduial,
Glingant sui vîr
Síliel mae.
Ngîl cennin firiel vi
Menel aduial,
Dúr, dúr i fuin
Naenol mae.
An i ú nathant
An i naun ului
A chuil, anann cuiannen
A meleth, perónen
I saw a star rise high in the
Evening sky,
It hung like a jewel,
Softly shining.
I saw a star fade in the
Evening sky,
The dark was too deep and so light died,
Softly pining.
For what might have been,
For what never was.
For a life, long lived
For a love half given
Cause that would fucking ROCK!
Re: Best present EVAR!
Date: 2004-12-09 11:54 am (UTC)http://gallery.jorjafox.net/tv/csi-04/81-butterflied24.jpg
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