In honor of Sara Ellis' birthday 11/11
Nov. 11th, 2011 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauracollaredI posted this here: http://sara-ellis-fans.livejournal.com/10086.html
but I wanted to also post it in my blog. This is only my 2nd fic, if you don't count the sentence fics I wrote this week.
Pairing: Neal/Sara
Rating: Umm R/NC-17? I don't know, sorry. A little bit of the sex.
Warnings: Adorableness
Word Count: 829
A/N: Written in honor of Sara's birthday! Not beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes in my rush to get a fic for Sara in time for her birthday. :)
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“Happy birthday, Sara,” Neal whispered into Sara’s hair covering her ear.
She was half-asleep, curled up on top of Neal’s naked body. They enjoyed lying this way -- Neal so strong and firm-bodied; Sara so light, delicate, and soft. To Neal, having Sara sleep on top of him, it was almost like hugging a doll or stuffed animal when he was a child. But there was a major difference between Sara and a childhood toy -- Sara was a sexy, grown woman. He would love to hold her on top of him all night, but invariably he would find himself unable to sleep that way. So he would wait til her breath evened out, and her nose made that adorable whistling sound, and he would gently slide her off of his body, and deposit her directly next to him. Of course, much to Sara’s disdain, Neal would then attempt to fall asleep, and would toss and turn all night -- bringing Sara yet another bruise from his tracking anklet.
Neal never fell asleep before Sara, because Sara always ended up lying on top of Neal after sex. Even on the rare occasion that they went to bed without having sex (with promises of wake-up sex, of course), Sara ended up curling up on top of Neal. He never refused this position, because he adored the feel of her body on his. He would place one hand on her head, and play his fingers through her hair, and the other hand would slowly stroke up and down her back, sometimes reaching down to her buttocks. Very often this resting position lead directly to sex. How could it not? With Neal’s hands caressing Sara’s body, and Sara already in her favorite position on top, passions would rise.
This night had been one of those nights. Neal took Sara out on a date-date, the kind that he knew she wanted -- an elegant dinner out, followed by dancing at jazz club. It was perfectly romantic, relaxing, and sexy as hell. Sara asked Neal why the fancy evening, but he just said, “I knew you wanted a real date, and tonight was free for both of us.” But Sara had her suspicions. She knew it was her birthday the next day. She’d mentioned the date of it once to Neal. And he was a damn good liar with a damn good memory. Was this a birthday date? But she didn’t ask, because she didn’t want to make a big deal out of her birthday. If it was just a date, that was good enough for her.
Returning to Neal’s apartment after a delightful evening, Sara wrapped her arms around him and declared, “I think I might be a liiiiittle drunk.”
“You? Nawwww.....,” teased Neal. “And me? I’m completely sober.”
“Oh, please.”
“It’s true. I can prove it.”
“Fine. Prove it, con man.”
In one swift motion, Neal bent his knees, swung an arm below Sara’s knees, and placed the other arm along her back, picking her up in his arms. He twirled her around two times.
“See? Sober. I’m not even going to drop you...” as he jokingly leaned her body in the direction of the floor.
“Neal! Don’t drop me!”
“I won’t. I promise.... well, not here on the ground.”
And he walked over to the bed, gently placed her down, and then proceeded to ravage her body.
Afterwards, as Sara lay in her customary position on top of Neal, and he stroked her back, and played with her hair, he watched the clock. She was completely relaxed and falling asleep. And as usual, he was wide awake. But this time he was especially glad for that.
11:58
11:59
12:00
“Happy birthday, Sara” he whispered into her pile of hair, covering her ear.
“Fmph...”
“Sara....”
“....”
“Sara.” Ahem -- he cleared his throat. “Sara.”
“mmmwhat...”
“Happy birthday.”
“Oh. W- huh...” and she yawned loudly.
“You can just say thank you. That’s enough,” Neal chuckled.
Sara turned her head to face Neal, their eyes looking directly into each other’s.
“Is that what tonight was about?”
“No, tonight was a date-date. Right now, it’s midnight. So it’s your birthday.”
“Oh, so.... well, thanks for the date-date. And thanks for waking me up to wish me happy birthday?” Sara teased, rolling her eyes.
“Well, I didn’t wake you up just to say ‘happy birthday.’”
“You didn’t? Well what on earth did you wake me for?” Sara tempted, brushing her nose and lips up against Neal’s.
“To tell you.... that I’m sorry, but you are probably going to get another bruise from this.” And he flipped her on to her back and began to kiss her passionately once again. She curled her legs up, and he could feel that she was wet with readiness for him. He eagerly pressed inside of her, and as he thrust against her, in between their kisses, he whispered over and over “Happy birthday, Sara... Happy birthday....”
but I wanted to also post it in my blog. This is only my 2nd fic, if you don't count the sentence fics I wrote this week.
Pairing: Neal/Sara
Rating: Umm R/NC-17? I don't know, sorry. A little bit of the sex.
Warnings: Adorableness
Word Count: 829
A/N: Written in honor of Sara's birthday! Not beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes in my rush to get a fic for Sara in time for her birthday. :)
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“Happy birthday, Sara,” Neal whispered into Sara’s hair covering her ear.
She was half-asleep, curled up on top of Neal’s naked body. They enjoyed lying this way -- Neal so strong and firm-bodied; Sara so light, delicate, and soft. To Neal, having Sara sleep on top of him, it was almost like hugging a doll or stuffed animal when he was a child. But there was a major difference between Sara and a childhood toy -- Sara was a sexy, grown woman. He would love to hold her on top of him all night, but invariably he would find himself unable to sleep that way. So he would wait til her breath evened out, and her nose made that adorable whistling sound, and he would gently slide her off of his body, and deposit her directly next to him. Of course, much to Sara’s disdain, Neal would then attempt to fall asleep, and would toss and turn all night -- bringing Sara yet another bruise from his tracking anklet.
Neal never fell asleep before Sara, because Sara always ended up lying on top of Neal after sex. Even on the rare occasion that they went to bed without having sex (with promises of wake-up sex, of course), Sara ended up curling up on top of Neal. He never refused this position, because he adored the feel of her body on his. He would place one hand on her head, and play his fingers through her hair, and the other hand would slowly stroke up and down her back, sometimes reaching down to her buttocks. Very often this resting position lead directly to sex. How could it not? With Neal’s hands caressing Sara’s body, and Sara already in her favorite position on top, passions would rise.
This night had been one of those nights. Neal took Sara out on a date-date, the kind that he knew she wanted -- an elegant dinner out, followed by dancing at jazz club. It was perfectly romantic, relaxing, and sexy as hell. Sara asked Neal why the fancy evening, but he just said, “I knew you wanted a real date, and tonight was free for both of us.” But Sara had her suspicions. She knew it was her birthday the next day. She’d mentioned the date of it once to Neal. And he was a damn good liar with a damn good memory. Was this a birthday date? But she didn’t ask, because she didn’t want to make a big deal out of her birthday. If it was just a date, that was good enough for her.
Returning to Neal’s apartment after a delightful evening, Sara wrapped her arms around him and declared, “I think I might be a liiiiittle drunk.”
“You? Nawwww.....,” teased Neal. “And me? I’m completely sober.”
“Oh, please.”
“It’s true. I can prove it.”
“Fine. Prove it, con man.”
In one swift motion, Neal bent his knees, swung an arm below Sara’s knees, and placed the other arm along her back, picking her up in his arms. He twirled her around two times.
“See? Sober. I’m not even going to drop you...” as he jokingly leaned her body in the direction of the floor.
“Neal! Don’t drop me!”
“I won’t. I promise.... well, not here on the ground.”
And he walked over to the bed, gently placed her down, and then proceeded to ravage her body.
Afterwards, as Sara lay in her customary position on top of Neal, and he stroked her back, and played with her hair, he watched the clock. She was completely relaxed and falling asleep. And as usual, he was wide awake. But this time he was especially glad for that.
11:58
11:59
12:00
“Happy birthday, Sara” he whispered into her pile of hair, covering her ear.
“Fmph...”
“Sara....”
“....”
“Sara.” Ahem -- he cleared his throat. “Sara.”
“mmmwhat...”
“Happy birthday.”
“Oh. W- huh...” and she yawned loudly.
“You can just say thank you. That’s enough,” Neal chuckled.
Sara turned her head to face Neal, their eyes looking directly into each other’s.
“Is that what tonight was about?”
“No, tonight was a date-date. Right now, it’s midnight. So it’s your birthday.”
“Oh, so.... well, thanks for the date-date. And thanks for waking me up to wish me happy birthday?” Sara teased, rolling her eyes.
“Well, I didn’t wake you up just to say ‘happy birthday.’”
“You didn’t? Well what on earth did you wake me for?” Sara tempted, brushing her nose and lips up against Neal’s.
“To tell you.... that I’m sorry, but you are probably going to get another bruise from this.” And he flipped her on to her back and began to kiss her passionately once again. She curled her legs up, and he could feel that she was wet with readiness for him. He eagerly pressed inside of her, and as he thrust against her, in between their kisses, he whispered over and over “Happy birthday, Sara... Happy birthday....”
