Sessions

I want you anyway I can take you, Gil Grissom. I love you so much. He pulled her into a kiss. Sara sank into it with a soft whimper. He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask about the pancakes, but then she realized it didn't matter. He lay her gently on the bed. He reached for the hem of her shirt. Sara's hands went on top of Grissom's helping him pull it up and off. She whimpered again when she felt his hands on her skin. He reached for the button on her jeans and undid it. He struggled a bit with the zipper. He hated to do anything in a hurry.

"I'll do it," Sara whispered.

She undid the zipper, but let Grissom pull her jeans down. He gently tugged the jeans down her legs. He took her underwear too, not meaning to. "Sorry." He muttered.

"Don't apologize. Just kiss me again," Sara whispered.

He undid the robe and threw it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. He rejoined her on the bed. "I could never refuse a lady..."he said closing his lops on hers. Sara moaned at his taste, squirming a little under him. He nibbled at her ears. "I love the way you smell." He moaned into her neck.

Sara closed her eyes and arched her neck back, giving Grissom better access. He was just so...Sara didn't know. But she did know she wanted more.

"You like this Sara?" He nibbled on her waiting neck. A moan was his only answer. He began to kiss a soft trail down her body. He stopped to kiss her breasts.

"Gil...."

He continued on his mission, kissing his way down to her core.

"GOD!!" Sara suddenly screamed as she arched off the bed and shivered.

He kissed her thighs and caressed the pink folds between her legs. Sara bit her lip as her entire body shivered. He started to rub the swollen nub. He wanted to give her more pleasure. He rubbed it gently with one hand while he began to run his other fingers and placed one inside her ever so gently. Sara bucked violently and licked her lips as pleasure slammed into her. Not wanting to waste the moisture on her lips he leaned back in to kiss her.

"I love you so much, Gil.....I..." Sara moaned again as she shivered again.

Wow, that's like three...not that I'm counting, but I guess you never lost it Big Guy. He smiled at the comment to himself. "I love you too, Sara." He whispered between kisses.

Sara squeezed her eyes shut as her body rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Her hands clenched the sheets. Sara, please, open your eyes." He looked into them and knew she was ready. He took his erect flesh and lined it up and plunged it into her. He bucked his hips to drive the force harder into her.

A solitary tear fell down her face as she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his neck. She whimpered when she felt him. He picked up the pace and rode her faster. He came within her and collapsed onto the bed beside her. The tears continued to fall down Sara's face as she tried to catch her breath.

"Sara, did I hurt you?" The concern was in his voice. She shook her head.

He pulled her into his arms and rested her on his chest, "Then why are you crying, Honey?"

“Better.." she hiccupped "Better than I ever dr....wanted."

"What are you trying to say?" He looked into her eyes and already knew the answer. Her eyes always spoke the truth.

"Don’t have any complaints." Sara finally was able to manage a smile and caressed Grissom's sweaty face.

"Shower?" He asked.

“If you want."

"We are doing something today, aren't we? Or would you prefer we just stay here?" He was grinning like a fool

"Don't tempt me," Sara groaned. Then she kissed Grissom's chest.

"So what are our big, plans? This was originally your idea..."

Yeah I know. "Hadn't actually thought that far," Sara confessed.

"How about I finish cooking those pancakes,” He kissed her gently, "after we take a shower,” He kissed her again, "and we can discuss it."

Careful, Sidle...this still doesn't mean a white wedding and kids She made herself smile again. "'Kay."

Grissom got up out of the bed and offered her his hand. She put her hand in his. They walked to the bathroom, "What is your preference, bath or shower?"

"Well, since I doubt that we'll both fit in the tub, a shower might be better." Sara tried to hide a giggle, but it still escaped her lips.

"So shower it is." Note to self, get bigger tub. He turned the taps on and adjusted the water. Turning the shower on he leaned in to kiss her and help her into the shower. He entered right behind her. The warm mist felt amazing on his body, but not as good as Sara's hands.

"Wanna pass me the soap and I'll do your back?"

"Sure." He passed her the soap and the sponge.

Sara's arms began to tremble against Grissom's skin as she gently ran the cloth down his soft skin. He was enjoying her touch. Showering alone is way overrated. Showering with Sara is just...just. "Oh...Sara...."

"I know, baby," Sara murmured. "Try to relax."

Relax, how does she expect me to relax when she is in the shower with me, washing my body. He pulled her into an embrace. "I love you, you know." He kissed her forehead. "Can I wash your hair?" He kissed her hair. "And your body?" He began to kiss her shoulders.

That'd be great."

He put out his hand to take the soap and the cloth from her. She passed it over to him. Sara leaned back so he could soap her up better. He turned her under the water to rinse her off. He took the shampoo into his hand and rubbed it into her hair. She leaned his head back and massaged it through her hair.

Sara’s eyes closed at how good his hands felt on her. She was shivering again under Grissom's hands.

"Feels good..." she murmured.

He put her under the water again to rinse the soap from her hair. "Done."

Somewhere in the background, the buzzer on the dryer sounded. "My clothes?" He asked.

"Yeah." Sara's tone sounded curiously regretful..

"Can they wait?"

A shot of cold water hit Sara's back, sending her into Grissom's embrace. She reached behind her with one hand to turn the taps off. "We ran out of hot water. I guess that is a sign we have been in the shower too long." Grissom was laughing as he stepped out of the shower. Sara's arms didn't let go of him right away. He picked her up and brought her with him, grabbing the towel he carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Sara sighed in contentment. He began to dry her off gently with the towel

"You smell good." Now why did I say that?

"You smell the same way." He groaned into her neck. Sara gave his neck a soft kiss.

"Are we going to stay here." He kissed her gently. "Or go try to eat pancakes for the second time in the same day?" He was snickering.

Turning red, Sara let Grissom go and sat up. He passed her the robe and put his own on himself. He started for the kitchen. The plate of cold blueberry pancakes sat on the counter and the leftover batter sat in a bowl by the stove. Sara watched Grissom leave before she took the robe off and put on her clothes again. He started to put the pancakes on the griddle to cook, big one for Sara, just like she requested.

Sara showed up clothed holding his clothes out to him. "I forgot about those." He said rather embarrassed.

"I'll just put them back in the bedroom," Sara said, disappearing once again down the hallway.

He dished up the pancakes on a plate and put it down for Sara, placing some more on the griddle for himself. He found the coffee and made a pot. He poured her a glass of juice while he waited for the coffee.

In the meantime Sara had given herself another talking to.... she admitted she loved Grissom...being with him was the best thing in the world...but she still had to work on not pushing...that meant no more slips and letting him go at his own pace. She was afraid of pushing him away. Sara was perfectly composed again by the time she rejoined Grissom in the kitchen. "MM...Smells good."

"There's yours." He was pointing to the plate. "Juice is there, we're waiting on the coffee."

"Sounds good to me."

"So what are we going to do today?" He popped a piece of the pancake in his mouth and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. He emerged in a few minutes to join Sara fully clothed.

"Well...I was kinda thinking about a picnic." Stay off the topic of your emotions...he's not ready for that yet.

"I don't think I have ever been on a picnic, but I always wanted to because of the ants."

Sara couldn't resist a small smile at that. "Figures."

"Entomologist, Sara, what do you expect." He smiled as he shoved another mouthful in his mouth. "Coffee?"

"Thanks." Sara continued eating her pancakes, carefully swallowing after each bite.

He poured her a cup of coffee and then his own. "So what will we take on our picnic?" He finished his last bite and put the plate and glass in the sink.

"Well, what do you like to eat?" Keep it about him... but don't tell him about your dreams

"Roast Beef sandwiches, with pickles." Sara nodded. "You don't like meat, so will it gross you out if I eat meat. I could get a salad if you want."

"I can make an exception this once."

He was beside her. He kissed her lips. "You taste like sugar, yum."

“Powdered sugar. What do you expect?" she murmured, shivering.

"I have a new appreciation for powdered sugar."

Sara didn't trust herself to answer. She pressed a soft kiss to Grissom's cheek and took her plate to the sink.

"So where are we going first?" He asked drawing her close to him.

"I was thinking the grocery store." Sara carefully kept her face away from Grissom so he couldn't see the battle of emotions going on inside her. If he could see her eyes...

"Ok, your car or mine?"

She cleared her throat. "Yours is fine."

He grabbed his keys and started for the door. "You coming?"

"Yeah..." Sara trailed off, biting her lip as she pushed the last of the images of marrying Grissom away.

"Did you grab a blanket?" He said reaching for the doorknob.

"Right. I'll...I'll meet you in the car."

He headed for the car and waited for Sara to join him.