Story Title: Love Changes Us
Chapter Title: Bodily Fluids
Summary: Sara comes home to a man sleeping on her couch.
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Spoilers: As I plan to ignore pretty much everything that actually goes on during the episodes, I'd say you're pretty much safe here. I'll warn people if that changes.
And, on with the show:
"Sara," Catherine called after the woman as she pulled at the handle to open the door, "are you going to talk to him today?"
Sara stopped and turned. "I don't know, Cath. We've never talked about it. I don't even know where to start. I'm just afraid that he'll say no." She pulled her jacket tighter around herself and fingered the fabric nervously.
"You've got to tell him sometime. This isn't something that's just going to go away you know."
"I know, I know. I'm going to tell him, I just need to figure out someway to broach the subject. That's all." Thinking that they were done, Sara turned again to leave, but the other woman placed a hand upon her shoulder, staying her.
"Sara, he's not going to turn tail and run away, trust me. When I first had this discussion with Eddie, I had the same thoughts going through my head. But I was just overreacting, he didn't."
With a timid smile upon her face, Sara turns back and gives her friend a quick hug. "I know, I'm just worried I guess. I've got to go now, he's expecting me. I'll talk to you tonight, okay?"
Holding on for just a moment, trying to give a little encouragement through the hug, Catherine nods and pulls away. "Good luck," she says quietly to Sara's retreating form, "to both of you."
Sara pulled her keys out of her jacket pocket and tried to open the door quietly. Once inside, she pulled off her jacket and dropped it at her feet, "Later," she decided as she contemplated picking it up. She put her hand on the wall and used that to find her way through the house, she didn't want to turn the lights on if she didn't have to.
She found him in the living room lying on the couch, wearing just a pair of paint-stained sweatpants and a t-shirt. His shoes and socks were on the floor, barely visible. His eyes were closed and one arm hung down to touch the floor, the other as a pillow between his head and the armrest. From the magazine that was half falling off his chest, she could tell that he'd been reading there, waiting for her to come home, when he'd fallen asleep.
Beauty wasn't a word that she'd normally associate with this man, unless one was talking about his eyes. No, normally she'd have called him handsome, maybe even rugged, maybe, but only after a few drinks. But right, in sleep, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And he was hers.
She toed off her shoes in the doorway, still watching him sleep, and then went over to kneel at his side, placing a kiss on his forehead. He stirred immediately at the touch of her hot lips to his cool skin.
"Hey," he said smiling, "sorry, I was waiting for you, I guess I fell asleep." He swung his legs off the couch and sat up as she stood up. "You're home early," he said and grabbed her arm to pull her onto his lap.
"Slow night, Catherine sent me home to take care of you. But you must be feeling better then? Because if you are, I can just go back to work..." She grinned evilly.
"You know, as far as Catherine's concerned, I've still got that flu you gave me. So, wanna go to bed and collect some fluid samples? You know, for diagnostic purposes only?" His hands started to move from their place on her back to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up just a little bit, and slipping his thumb under the fabric to rub his thumb in circles over her bare skin.
She smiled and leaned into him to catch her mouth with his. "Tell you what," she said after pulling away from him, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip as she did so, "I'm going to go take a shower and when I'm done, we can find out just how much fluid-swapping you're up for." She patted him on the knee and then got up out of his embrace.
When she reached the doorway to the hall, she turned back to look at him, thinking back on her conversation with Catherine earlier. Now was as good a time as any to talk to him. "Hey, Gris," she said.
"Hmmm," he responded, pausing.
He stood there looking at her. She could see his desire for her, as well as the sleep still fading from his eyes, and decided that now was not the right time.
Now was a time for making love and feeling love--not for discussing things that could threaten the happiness in her heart. And so, as with her jacket earlier, she decided that tomorrow would be a better day.
"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, that's all."
He stood up straight, "Sara, I...I love you too."