Chances

What on earth are you doing?

Those words kept sounding through her head as they made their way into the elevator. She wasn’t really sure she was ready for this. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted this man–no, that wasn’t the problem. Physically, she was ready. The sheer thought of him touching her again like he had last night made her quiver inside. It was the mental...always the damned mental with you, Sara, you fruitcake.

As they started out of the elevator and to her door, she began to fumble for her keys. Finally finding them in the bottom of her purse, she unlocked the door and led him in. “Please, have a seat...make yourself at home,” she said as she started toward the door to the bedroom. “I have to get out of this dress....”

Sara stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Leaning her back up against the door, she closed her eyes. You can do this, Sara...don’t blow it this time. She quickly slid out of the shoes and stockings that she wore, and quickly fumbled through her suitcase for something more comfortable to put on. At least you didn’t say that to him, she laughed to herself. She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard, so she settled for a pair of grey jersey pants and an oversized navy blue t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think how silly she was being. You look like you’re going to a slumber party. Deciding that understated was better than overkill, she opened the door.

Gil had taken off his suit jacket and had thrown it over the back of the chair. He had propped his feet up on the ottoman and was resting his head on the back of the small sofa. It appeared that he had fallen asleep, but as she started toward him, she noticed his eyelids flutter and slowly open.

“Sorry that took so long...I couldn’t handle that dress anymore.” She walked over and sat down beside him. “Those shoes were a killer on my feet.”

“Oh really?” he said, giving her a once over. “I bet if you asked nicely, I might help you with that problem.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that?”

He took his hand and pushed her back where her back was resting up against the armrest of the sofa, and took one of her feet into his lap. Starting at the heel, he used both of his thumbs to knead upward toward her toes.

“That feels wonderful,” she cooed, the chills running up her leg. She was happy that she had put on the long pants, so that he wouldn’t see them. “And just what do I have to do to get you to finish that?”

He took his finger and placed it to her lips. “You just have to give me a simple kiss, that’s all.”

“That’s a bargain,” she said as she scooted over close to where he sat. Guiding her face toward hers, he took her cheeks in his hands.

“Oh no you don’t, Bugman,” she said with a snicker. “You said I had to kiss you, and here you go, taking the lead. I’ll not have that.”

The serious look on his face made her laugh even more. “Here, let’s try this again.” This time, she leaned in toward him, taking his chin in her hands. She slowly pressed her lips to his, grazing them lightly with hers before pressing a bit harder. She slightly sucked in on his bottom lip again, nibbling gently on the tender skin. He pulled her in a bit closer, his hands slowly rubbing the back of her head and neck. Satisfied that she had kissed him the way she wanted to kiss him, she pulled back. “Will that work?”

He sat silently, and then looked over at her. “I think I owe you more than a foot massage now.”

She lay back on the arm of the sofa as Gil pulled her feet up into his lap and began to rub her toes individually. “I could get used to this,” she mumbled as he started to knead her soles in his hands.

“Shhhhh” he whispered, patting her on the leg. “Just enjoy, OK?”

Obeying his command, she closed her eyes and wiped all thoughts out of her mind. Apparently, she allowed herself to relax too much, as she barely stirred when he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.


She woke up to find herself lying in her bed. It must have all been a dream, she thought. That was, until she felt the shifting behind her. Her back tingled. Her neck tingled. And she felt his soft, warm hand, busily at work, making her hip tingle. She blinked and stared into the darkness, still groggy, yet feeling wide awake at the same time. Grissom. The hand was his. She would recognize his touch anywhere. Long, soft fingers. A gentle palm that moved over her skin like velvet.

Rolling onto her back, she looked over at him. In the moonlight that spilled through the sliding glass door, she saw his features lined in silver, his mouth turning up in a grin as he smoothed her hair away from her face. “Hi...” he whispered. “Did I wake you?”

She returned his smile, and then blinked sleepily. “What are you doing?” she questioned, as his fingertips still trailed over her outer thigh, setting her skin ablaze.

“Nothing.”

It didn’t feel like nothing– as a matter of fact, it felt right. No anticipation. No nervousness. To simply awaken in his arms, already tingling from his touch was heaven. His fingertips were tracing higher, working their way up the curve of her hip, causing the skin beneath her thin pants to feel as if it were on fire. His thumb brushed slightly over that most sensitive area, and nearly robbed her of her breath.

“Griss?”

“I’m right here,” he whispered, leaning into her so that he could gently nibble on her neck. She let her head fall back to aid him. And as his mouth trailed lower, he continued. “And here....and right here, and ....”

“Gil?” she said again, her breath starting to become ragged.

“Yes ma’am...that’s my name. You can continue to say it as much as you want, and as loud as you want, as long as this is what you want to happen-- is it?”

She nodded her head, and drew in a deep breath as his hand slid down to the hem of her t-shirt and started to work it upward, but not before gently kissing her breast over the fabric, coaxing her nipple to stand at attention beneath the cotton. He succeeded to pull the shirt off rather swiftly, followed by her bra, and blew softly, the coolness of his breath shivering over her flesh, making her nipple harden even more. She gasped as he took it between his teeth and gently tugged. Sara felt herself starting to involuntarily writhe beneath his command, the sensations he was giving her filling her body with electricity from head to toe.

“Oh Sara,” he whispered against her, even the gentle movement of his breath across her chest a seduction. “I’ve dreamed of you…dreamed of this.” He raised his head to look her in the eyes. “Will you let me make love to you?” She nodded her head gently. “No, please, I want to hear you say it–please Sara, say it.”

In a raspy breath, she mumbled the words. “Gil, please, take me. Make love to me. I want you.”

His mouth closed over hers then, so sharply that she lost her breath. She cried out, her moans muffled by his trespassing tongue, her back arching to feel his body pressed against hers. Within moments, he had masterfully undressed her and himself.

“Sara?”

“Yes, sir. That’s my name. Say it as often as you want and as loud as you want...” she said, mocking what he had said just moments ago.

Her mockery only made him devour her more playfully, as he paid the same careful attention to her other breast as he had the first one. He then continued the delicious assault; moving downward to her stomach, then back up again, each time diving a bit lower, until she felt his tongue gently flicking at her navel.

“Oh, dear...stop, I can’t think!” she muttered, her hands grabbing for the sheet covering the bed. His touch was driving her out of her mind.

“That’s good...I love your mind, Sara, but...it’s so much fun to make you lose it...” With that he sighed and bent his head downward, except this time he missed her navel. Completely.

Sara’s shoulders came clear up off the mattress as she felt his tongue tease the outside of her wetness. Bracing her weight on one elbow, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, slowly running her fingers through the graying curls and down his neck. The slow then quick movements of his tongue inside her soon turned her body into the consistency of a noodle. She was done for. Dead. But loving it, as he was bringing her so close to the brink, then letting her fall back down, only to bring her to the edge again. “Gil, please,” she moaned as he continued this delightful torture. Knowing that she needed release, he gave it to her, increasing pressure and tempo, until the wave of orgasm swept over her entire body.

Afterward, he rose over her, his eyes glittering in the shadows as he looked down at her golden skin. Sara could feel his hard, throbbing shaft pressing against her thigh. . Through the shadows, she watched him lower himself down to where their flesh met, still not having entered her. “Sara, I–I....I love you.” he said as he slowly slid his silky head inside her.

His words caught her off guard. “You? Love me?” she said, quite sure she had misunderstood him.

“Yes,” he said, the smile creeping across his lips. “I. Love. You. Do you need proof?” The glimmer in his eye told her that he was truthful, and simply not saying it because he thought it was what she wanted to hear.

“Oh yes, and I think this will do nicely,” she purred as she took her hands and cupped his buttocks, forcing his full length inside of her. The sense of fullness filled her as she could feel her excitement starting to build once again.

Bracing himself on his arms, he continued his thrusts inside her, almost removing himself completely before pushing himself back deep inside, all the while smothering her with deep, long, wet kisses. She watched him with wonder as his well-muscled shoulders and arms bore his weight. Increasing his tempo slightly, she could start to feel the sensations deep inside her. As her body quickened around him, he felt the change.

“Come with me,” he whispered to her.

“Where?” she asked.

Before she could get any more words out of her mouth, he had rolled her atop him. Sitting up, he lifted her, his hardened member still deep inside her, and pressed her against the cool brick of the wall. “I’ve wanted to have you so many times before. I’ve dreamt of you, of your body, of the way it would feel to have you…make love to you…” He rained sweet kisses down her neck, all the while supporting her buttocks with his hands as he held her tight to the wall.

“Gil,” she rasped, “I love you too.”, then consumed his mouth in a passionate kiss. Holding onto him tightly, she felt him drive into her hard and fast, holding nothing back. One thrust, then two...and her mind lost all function. She tightened her legs around his waist as she felt him burst inside her, the wave of orgasm sweeping them both away.

“That...was different,” she whispered as her legs started to loosen around his waist, falling back down to touch the ground. “I’m not so sure I can walk.”

“I can take care of that,” he said, sweeping her back up into his arms and carrying her back into the bed. Laying her down, he lifted the gauze-like blanket and covered both of their bodies with it.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair. “I do love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I didn’t want to admit it, because of my luck in that department, but I can’t deny it. I am in love with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sara looked at him with amazement, the soft moonlight making his eyes look a deep grey.

“I was afraid.”

“Afraid? Of what?” she questioned as he pulled her head to rest upon his chest.

“Of rejection. Of not being the man you needed me to be for you.”

“Oh, you silly man. What did you think the dinner invites were for? Why did you think I wanted to always work cases with you? I’ve had a thing for you since Berkeley.”

Gil smiled sweetly. “Me, too.” As he twirled her hair with his fingers, she smiled a sweet smile, and then drifted off into a gorgeous sleep, wrapped in his arms, and in his love.