Dreams Come True
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Category: CSI - Ship Ahoy!
> Sara/other male
, Sara Sidle
Genres: First Time
, RomanceWarnings: None
Sara/Lockwood. Cyrus isn't a man given to flights of fancy
Cyrus Lockwood is not a man given to flights of fancy. A realist by nature, a cop by profession, he's never been what you'd call a dreamer.
Then he meets the girl of his dreams.
It's a meeting straight out of the movies, if the movie in question is a B-grade horror flick, complete with drug-induced hallucinations and eviscerated cheerleaders. He finds it hard to keep his horror at bay, but Sara doesn't flinch, not in front of him anyway, and her tenacity in uncovering the truth, tempered with her compassion for not only the victim, but the culprit as well, bowls him over, makes him think that she might be something special.
But she has a boyfriend, and rumour has it that she's also hung up on her boss, so he contents himself with being her friend, tells himself that that's enough.
It doesn't stop him dreaming of more.
Nick Stokes as fairy godmother is quite the bit of casting against type, but he's the one who grants Cyrus's wish, setting them up on a date, even though both of them have told him not to. Nick doesn't listen, and Cyrus is glad, casts caution to the wind and lays it on the line for her, tells her that he'd like to get to know her a little better.
She pauses, then she smiles, and he thinks his dreams have come true.
Which is also what he thinks when they end up slow dancing in his living room. And what he thinks when he kisses her for the first time.
He knows now that he was wrong all three times, because this, right now, is all his dreams coming true.
He is in Sara's apartment, in Sara's bed, his lips on hers, hands roving across skin, exploring bodies. There are scratches on her face and the bandage on her hand is rough against his skin, but her eyes are clear, and when he looks at her, they burn lasers into his. A shaking hand is lifted to his face, shaking not because of the explosion, but for other reasons entirely, and he takes it, presses a kiss to the palm. It's an action that makes her smile, makes her arch against him, her free hand pulling him closer, and he can't resist the softness of the swell of her stomach, the curve of her hip, deploys his hands there. The resulting moan that comes from her lips is music to his ears, and thanks to his lips on her neck, he feels it as well as hears it, and damn if it's not the sexiest sound he's ever heard.
At least, it is until she calls his name, her eyes closed, head thrown back, looking as beautiful as Cyrus ever dreamed she would.
The one thought in his mind before he joins her in bliss is that this is how he wants to spend the rest of his life.