Raiting: PG 13
Disclaimer: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters except the original one's...
A/N: Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
Another piece about Sara and Sofia and their life with four children.
This particular scene has been nagging at me and I finally managed to write it down. It was harder to write than the previous ones and I'm not entirely sure whether I succeeded or not - I wanted to focus a bit more on the relationship between Sara and Sofia and show their closeness (is that even a word??) and commitment to each other
Lemme know what you think!
PS: This one is untitled, so if someone has suggestions please make them known...
Every night, between 9.30 and 10 o’clock the children would be sent off to bed. Sofia would brush Jill’s long blonde hair in a, sometimes, futile attempt at preventing it from tangling and then read her a story of princesses and their charming princes. Sara made sure Tommy had his homework done, while JJ sat on his bed clutching a teddy bear about as big as him. JJ also insisted on a bedtime story, read or made up by his mom. Tommy would always complain and proclaim he was too grown up for stories, but mid-way he would be paying more attention to it than his little brother.
With the kids tucked in, Sara would then collapse on the couch and catch up on the news or the latest scientific magazines. Sofia checked on their eldest daughter, who would normally be finishing her homework.
Knocking on the door, she walked in to be greeted by the usual mess of Alex’s room.
“Alex, honestly, how can you find anything in this chaos?” she picked up a few socks, t-shirts and jeans and put them in the laundry basket.
The teenager looked up from the book she was reading. “Mom, this is organized chaos. I know exactly where everything is. Besides, some of my friends’ rooms look much worse.”
Looking skeptically at her daughter, Sofia grabbed a sports magazine off the floor and waved it around “I don’t know. Jack seems to be pretty organized and I know Erik’s mother – she would never allow this kind of disarray. As for the other guys…” the detective grinned “… you may have a point. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re as messy as any boy. And here I thought you were a girl…”
“Mom!! I AM a girl!!” Alex exclaimed sitting up on the bed “It’s not my fault I like doing things most girls don’t. Besides, the only thing they do is moon over boys like Jones.”
“So you’re saying you don’t moon over Jones?” Sofia chuckled at Alex’s horrified look. “I’m just kidding. Of course you don’t… Maybe over his girlfriend…” Alex wasn’t sure whether she had understood her mother about that last part. It had come out rather mumbled, but before she could ask about it, the blonde woman changed the subject “Anyway, is your homework done? Do you want your mom to take a look at it?”
The young brunette frowned at her grinning mom “No, it’s okay. It was easy and it’s all done.”
“Alright, then. Don’t stay up too late. Goodnight!” Sofia waved and left the room, still grinning suspiciously.
Alex frowned even more and followed her mom with her eyes. This ended up being a mistake, because she stretched too far and fell off the bed with a loud yelp and a few choice words.
Grabbing the glass of scotch held out for her, Sofia plopped down next to Sara on the couch. Peering over at the magazine her wife was reading, Sofia chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Sara asked, gazing over. An article on forensic facial reconstruction was hardly considered chuckle-worthy.
“Oh, I was just thinking we could use that to maybe try and understand why Mrs. Jenkins is so grumpy all the time. Maybe she wasn’t all that good looking when she was younger…”
“Sofia!! Honestly!!” the brunette whipped her smirking partner on the arm with her magazine “Why do you insist on antagonizing the woman? You only make it worse!”
“Oh, hush. She was already unpleasant before we moved here. Andrew said she used to…”
“Aren’t you and Andrew really cozy these days?” Sara mocked “Always antagonizing Mrs. Jenkins…” she shook her head and went back to her article.
The blonde’s retort died on her lips, when she noted Sara’s expression. Setting her glass down, she turned to her wife, left leg tucked under her body.
“Hey,” reaching out a hand, she turned the brunette to face her. “You’re not jealous are you?”
Smiling thinly, Sara locked eyes with the blonde. “No… Not entirely…”
“Did something happen today at work?”
“I’m sure someone of my team told you about the case we closed today…” Sara gave a small grin. Sofia smiled sheepishly. She knew Sara was a very independent woman, but she couldn’t help but keep an eye on her, whether it was through the Dayshift CSI’s or the detectives her wife worked with. Surprisingly, when she had found out, the brunette had been more amused at the stuttering and blushing detective than anything else.
Sofia had indeed kept tabs on this particular case. A woman had been murdered by her partner, because of an affair with the handsome next-door neighbour. What was worse was the involvement of the women’s children, which only added to build a gruesome picture.
Pushing an errant strand behind her wife’s ear, the blonde tried to reassure her “You know I would never, could never cheat on you. My mother would hunt me down and I don’t want to think about what Jim would do, with all those fatherly instincts he has towards you, not to mention our children…”
Sara sighed and turned away “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Sof. I do. I really do. It’s just…” The faraway look on her face spurred the other woman into action. Grasping the brunette’s face with both hands, Sofia leaned in and kissed her.
Soft and gentle, nipping at her upper lip and then on the bottom one, Sofia felt Sara slowly giving into the kiss. One hand descended to the CSI’s neck and the kiss was deepened.
They ended up lying down on the couch, the detective on her back and Sara tangled around her, never separating, never breaking their kiss.
Alex carefully shut the door to her room. She leaned back against it and sighed, a smile gracing her features. For all the complaining about visuals she didn’t need, she wished she would one day be as happy as her mothers were with each other…