It was always an adventure, kissing Neal. When their bodies met, she felt the world melt away from around them, and that was exactly what she needed right now. The moment he opened the door and flashed her that knee-weakening smile, she stepped forwards, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
After a minute, he pulled back an inch, and although his mouth was turned up in a smirk, she didn't miss how his impossibly blue eyes were dark with lust. "Someone's happy to see me."
She returned the smirk as she arched her neck, inviting him in. "Hmm. Don't flatter yourself." She exhaled, softly, as he lowered his head and teased her fluttering pulse point.
He pulled her inside, shut the door, and secured her up against the wall. "Long day?"
"The longest," she sighed, threading her fingers through his hair.
His hands settled, warm and heavy, on her hips. "Well, let's see what we can do about that, Ms. Ellis," he murmured suavely, and she giggled as their lips met again and they began to make their way over to the alcove that contained his bed.
She dropped her purse on his nightstand as they fell back onto the covers, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands busily undoing the buttons on her blouse. His lips had found her neck again and she was just pulling up his shirt when an insistent vibrating noise broke through their haze.
She raised her head, confused, and her phone buzzed a second time before she realized what it was. She glanced towards the nightstand even as she felt his hands tighten slightly on her thighs.
"You have to get that, don't you?" he murmured against her throat, and she picked up on the note of recognition in his voice.
She hesitated. The phone buzzed again, and she could just imagine the person on the other line, waiting impatiently for her to answer so that they could carry on with the infuriatingly frustrating case that had been grating on her nerves all day. She sighed, subconsciously pressing herself a little closer to the solid warmth of Neal's chest.
The phone rang a fourth time.
She turned to Neal and smiled at him. "Not at all."
He looked at her for a moment, and she saw surprise flicker across his face; and then he grinned and pulled her in for another long, deep kiss.
Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she realized that her decision had meant more than not picking up a single phone call; it had meant the things that she'd become willing to give up for Neal. She had never turned her back on work for anything, never mind anyone, before. But Neal wasn't just anyone. He was Neal, the man whose touches left tingles lingering on her skin, the man whose kisses filled her with a shot of euphoria, the man who made her feel happier than she had in a long time. And for now, that was enough.
A/N: Just a sweet little Sara/Neal ficlet, because I love them so much and I absolutely cannot wait until January for them to be in my life again. I'm thinking of making this a two-shot, the second from Neal's point of view. Thoughts? Please review :)