Sessions

Sara's eyes closed against tears. He said it...he meant it.....can I pinch myself now? Then she opened her eyes again and smiled at Grissom. He saw the tear falling down her cheeks and reached with his thumb to wipe them away. He placed soft kisses on her eyes and her cheeks. She smiled a little, trying to control the shivers, but to no avail. "Feel good," she murmured.

He gently sucked on her earlobe and traced the line of her jaw to the other one. "You like this Sara?" He asked.

“Mmmmmm." was the softly groaned response.

"Do you want to keep dancing?" He asked as the next song kicked in on the CD player.

"Mhm."

He picked up the bottom of her shirt and began to raise it up to reveal some flesh. "Would you like it if I took your shirt off, Sara?" He whispered in her ear softly.

"Mmmhmm." Sara nuzzled into Grissom's neck.

He pulled the t-shirt the rest of the way off of her leaving her standing only in her bra and jeans.

"Touch me," she murmured.

He did as he was told, she didn't have to tell her twice. His hands were on her body. She was so soft and so warm. She felt so good in his arms. He reached behind her back and unclasped her bra Sara softly sighed when she felt his caresses. He dove his face into her breasts. They felt so nice. He teased the nipples with his tongue.

"Gri...ssom," she moaned.

His hand fell on the button of her jeans, Sara whimpered. His fingers played with the waistband and he undid the button and then the zipper. He pulled them down ever so gently. Sara clung to Grissom's body even as she felt him pulling her jeans down. He could smell her arousal.

"Griss...." she whispered.

His finger toyed with the waist band of her underwear. He lowered them off of her. Sara pressed more kisses to Grissom's neck. She was completely naked. I guess no red nightie tonight. Part of Sara's brain warned her of her state....but the majority of her didn't care.

He took her by the hand. "Couch or bed?" He whispered in her ear.

"Bed."

He led her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He stood back to admire her beauty. Sara lay on the bed, telling herself to relax and let him take his time. He knelt over her looking into her eyes. She smiled at him. He kissed her and trailed the kissed down her body stopping ever so often to savour her skin and nip at it. Sara closed her eyes and simply relished the sensations that he was causing. He reached her thighs and nipped at the flesh there. Making her gasp and bite her lip. Her center longed for him to touch it. He gently licked it with his tongue savouring the taste of Sara. She arched up.

"You like Sara?" He hoarsed out.

A whimper was his answer. He took that as a yes and he lapped at her juices a while longer. He began to play with the hard nub with his tongue.

"Grissom...." she whimpered again, her eyes still shut.

He continued sucking and licking until her juices flooded his face. Sara continued to writhe on the bed. He kissed his way back up to her breasts and kissed them gently and made the path back to her lips. Sara's body slowly started to relax when his lips met hers. Her fists began to unclench at her sides. During the kiss he realized he still had his clothes on. He couldn't feel her soft body on his skin. Grissom could clearly see it on Sara's face that she was struggling to contain the impulse to undress him herself. She laid where he left her.

He went to work on disrobing. Clothes flew everywhere and landed straddled on the floor. Sara lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing. Now completely naked, he joined her on the bed. Her face relaxed into a contented smile when she felt his skin on hers. He nuzzled in and started to kiss her neck Her eyes closed for a second time as her hands curled at her sides. He reached over and caressed her skin with his hands. Sara emitted a soft moan of contentment, then immediately bit her lip.

He whispered softly, "What are you thinking, Honey?"

"That it's wonderful," she whispered back. And I don't want to wreck it.

"What's wonderful?"

"You."

He could feel his face getting flush. "So are you." The smile wasn't quite there, but she tried. He wrapped he arms around her and held her in an embrace.

She lightly kissed his forehead. "Wanna just turn in early? You had a busy day."

"What do you want to do Sara? I'm open to suggestions." He grinned.

"Don’t worry about me." He added for good measure.

"Well, I did have one idea."

"What's that?" He kissed her shoulder.

"Dessert in bed."

He arched his brow. "Yum sounds delightful."

She lightly kissed him. "You stay right here. I'll be back."

He rolled over onto his back staring at the ceiling. She was wearing the nightgown when she came back, he saw.

"Umm" he growled lightly when she got into earshot of him.

"Brought the cupcakes," Sara said in a conversational way. "Hope crumbs in bed don't bother you."

He didn't care about the cupcakes; he just wanted to devour her. "Nope."

She settled the plate between the two of them. He picked up one and placed a dollop of icing on his index finger and placed it to Sara’s lips. She giggled and licked it off. He liked the way it felt so he continued. He put a bit of icing on her cheek and went to work on licking it off.

"Grissom, that tickles," Sara continued to giggle.

He put a little on her neck and licked it off of there too. Sara couldn't help herself. She kept right on giggling. His hands hit the fabric of the nightgown. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric.

"Dr Grissom, you are entirely incorrigible, you know that?" Sara managed to gasp between giggling fits.

He just laughed. He slowly slid the nightgown up her body until it was coming off over her head. He looked at her, "You didn't thing you were wearing that all night did you?"

"Well, I ‘was’ going to give you a full body massage, but now I'm seriously reconsidering."

"Oh." His voice was soft and sad.

"Hey.... buck up old boy. There are other nights."

He tried to smile. She called him old. He began to pull away from her.

"Grissom...” Sara took him in her arms. He was silent. "I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."

"Do you even know what upset me?"

"Me calling you old."

"Do you think I'm old?"

"No, I don't."

"Then...why...this is what I was worried about."

“What are you worried about Griss?" One hand stroked his shoulder.

"This, us me giving you my all and then you realizing I'm old and leaving me all alone again." A solitary tear rolled down his face. "I'm not sure I could do it again."

“That's not true at all." Sara said softly, "I don't think that."

"I’m insecure. It is part of my nature."

"I'm aware of that. " A smile.

"I know I can't survive without you Sara." He touched her face. "Please don't make me try."

"I need you too much, Grissom." He smiled. She lightly kissed him. "Now. You gonna finish that cupcake?"

"If you feed it to me." He teased.

"That was the plan." His smile grew. It was at that moment he knew she was special and she was his. All his.

"That's better," Sara announced with an affectionate smile as she gently stroked his face.

"Umm" he purred at her caresses.

Sara broke off a piece of cake, making train noises as she got a little closer. Grissom giggled like a schoolgirl. As Grissom was giggling, Sara stuck the cake in his mouth.

"More please." he smiled

She kissed his temple. "I love you, baby," she whispered.

"I love you too. More than words can ever express."

"More cake?"

“Can I trade it in for you?" He grinned.