**New** Consequences (CSI)
Chapter 2 *** Always Will Be
(Roswell) Chapter 12 **New**
*** Memorable Moments (CSI) Chapter 3
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**New** Consequences (CSI)
Chapter 2 *** Always Will Be
(Roswell) Chapter 12 **New** |
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Drabbles * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Warmth Wet. And oh so cold. Metal shifts, the heft of a wrecked car drifting as sand saturates. A crushing weight, growing ever heavier. Pain. Wet. And oh so cold. The neon of Vegas is far away, no passing cars or twinkling stars break up the blackness. Dark. Pain. Wet. And oh so cold. No voices cutting through the silence. No hands to hold. Alone. Dark. Pain. Wet. And oh so cold. Sara wakes, breathing hard. Two arms envelope her, cradle her. Grissom. Love. Comfort. Home. And oh so warm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Lunch It started with lunch. I lean against the wall and remember… At first we pretended it meant nothing. Just two buddies eating 2am ‘lunch’ at a secluded diner. After 16 nights in a row, it’s harder to pretend. I’m eternally grateful that Greg made the first move. My fear over these new feelings was crippling. I’ve… gotten over that. Grissom and Sara think they’re sneaky, but they don’t have a patch on me and Greg… The memory fades as the supply closet door opens and Greg appears for our ‘lunch date’. “Nick…” he sighs, his lips crashing deliciously into mine… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Fun On A Flat Surface Sara gasped as her thighs hit the edge of the dining table. Grissom’s lips trailed down her neck as he bent her over it. “Gil…” Her suggestion of the bedroom was forgotten as his hands snaked up to tweak her nipples. Her arousal mounting, she reached down to free his straining erection as he edged her skirt up and stripped her of her sopping panties. A single thrust and he was inside. It was fast, and hard, and they were soon crying out their ecstasy. “Remind me to scrub that table before breakfast…” Sara murmured as they stumbled to bed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Falling The first time we met, the first time I looked into those intense blue eyes, I could feel myself falling. Wanted to fall into their azure depths and bask in their warmth. Our first chat over coffee, I felt it again. Those blue eyes were sparkling, but that wasn’t the only thing I was falling for. That dazzling intellect, that dry wit; the whole package intrigued me. Our first date, nearly a decade later, and I was still falling. When I found the courage to tell him, he told me he was glad. From now on, we could fall together. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Breathe The helicopter beam catches the red paint and I have to remind myself to breathe. I tell myself that Sara is doing the same. She will be ok. She has to be. As soon as we touch the ground I am leaping to the sand. Someone calls my name, but I ignore them. Sara’s arm is outstretched, just like in the miniature, and I drop to the ground beside it. I cry her name desperately; my tears spilling over as the next sound reaches my ears. Faint, but undeniable; that voice that I feared I would never hear again. “Gil?” |
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