This pairing. This fic. THIS PAIRING. *goes haywire*
[…] “Rachel’s really going to love you for that one,” Sarah commented from the couch.
Seated at the kitchen table with her laptop and a pile of backlogged case files, Olivia answered without looking away from the monitor. “She doesn’t mind when Savannah stays, you know that.” Olivia was rather glad the redhead had asked to continue her night with Ella. As Sarah had so bluntly pointed out before, the girl needed out of here, needed to be away from all the stress and sadness.
“Usually she doesn’t mind,” Sarah agreed. “But they’re hopped up on ten pounds of sugar. Be lucky if they’re in bed by sun-up. So again, she’ll love you for that one.”
Olivia tore her eyes from the screen to throw out a retort, mainly that the kids were on a sugar high because of Sarah’s plan. No words left her lips, though her tongue did dart out to wet them, an unconscious gesture. Sarah was stretched out on the sofa, one arm hanging limp above her wild mane of raven hair. The other rested on her stomach. Her right leg was crooked slightly, matching the small smirk on her lips. It was a comfortable, easy pose that had Olivia’s pulse rate picking up dramatically.
Sarah’s smirk widened. “Sorry. Don’t let me distract you. I know your schedule’s been a mess lately.”
Olivia shook that off, not wanting to think about all the chemo sessions and doctor visits she’d accompanied Sarah to lately. The blonde was wearing the black-framed reading glasses she sometimes fell back on when there was too much research or too many reports to wade through. She adjusted them now, mostly to give her hands something to do. Because Sarah wasn’t sorry at all. Like usual, she knew precisely what she was doing, the effect she was having.