Title: The List
By: reversedsam
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: They're not mine, but I promise I'll have them back by midnight.
A/N: All mistakes and British spellings are mine.
Summary: More of a ficlet than a fic.***
I didn't realise it at first, that I loved you. Foolishly I thought it was a crush, slight infatuation, lust, nothing more. I thought I'd get over it, that it would go away, but it hasn't. So I thought I'd try seducing you, get you into bed. We'd have some amazing sex, and then it, you, would be out of my system.That didn't go to plan either, it's not that I didn't try, I did, but I seemed to get mixed up along the way. I neglected to remember the plan. Then the seduction became less about seducing and more about spending time. Great time, fantastic, funny, exciting, exhilarating, comfortable time with you, time that I treasured. It was torture.
You had no clue how I felt, so I suffered in silence. Everyday I noticed something else about you that I loved. I added them all to my list, a list that I didn't want to have in the first place. A list that consumed my every thought until I wasn't sure if there was any of me left, except the part that was in love with you. A list that drove me crazy until I, in a moment of insanity, or perfect clarity, I'm still not sure, decided you needed to know how I felt. Needed to know right now.
"I love your hair."
A cute puzzled look was your only reaction. That's already on the list.
"I love your eyes."
I had you blushing already.
"I love how cute you look when you blush; I love how you're so modest that simple compliments make you blush."
I held up my hand to stop you from talking, I was on a roll. I wasn't about to be interrupted.
"I love your determination; I love your drive, your passion, your fairness, your gentleness, your compassion, your sense of humour, and your thoughtfulness."
I looked you right in the eye as I spoke. I needed to know you were hearing me.
"I love how you accentuate the first A of my name. How your voice sounds when you're tired, your smile, the curve of your neck, your cheekbones, the slight sway of your hips when you walk, and your hands, I love your hands."
I stopped myself when I realised I could ramble on for hours, the list is sure as hell long enough.
"I just love you."
It was quizzical, the look you gave me, a little confused. As if you were processing all the information I'd just given you but hadn't decided what it all meant yet.
"What I'm saying is I love you." I reiterated. More for me than for you. Finally saying it was a huge rush. "I'm in love with you."
Gone was the quizzical look, replaced by a calm look that appeared when I was too busy reveling in the feeling of getting this of my chest to notice.
"I love you too."
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