Author: Calleigh Anderson
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 114-ish.
Author's Notes: My first attempt. I saw the community (whipcrackers) and bam! Lots of images. Cross posted to csi_femslash.
Dedicated to dejavoodoo because i wasn't ignoring you and because you're the most crazy marg fan i've ever met. I mean that in a good way. ;)
She appreciates you and that's what draws you to her. Her profession is that of an artist, it's not something you can just do, you have to have the gift. Those words were hers.
Her fingers trace patterns across your back and you roll onto your side to face her. Your hand reaches up and brushes some loose strands out of her face before you press your lips to her.
'Can you do me a favour?' she asks between kisses.
You nod and pull away for a moment.
'Dance for me?'
You smile and nod again. You don't mind dancing for her because she appreciates you and your art like Sara never did.