Sessions

He grinned. "Bedroom?" He asked.

"I don't suppose you'd want to carry me?" Sara asked hopefully. He stood up and scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Sara rested her head against Grissom's chest, closing her eyes. He deposited her onto the bed. Sara smiled up at him, reaching her arms out. Grissom's demeanour changed somehow. He reminded her of a frightened, lost little boy. They had done this before but he was wondering why he was so nervous now. He was so scared he was going to lose her and the nightmares lately weren't helping his fears at all.

"Come here, baby. Let me hold you," Sara said softly. He complied and lay in her arms. She was so comforting with just the little gestures. He began to stroke her hair. He loved the way it felt, so silky and soft. Sara pressed soft kisses to his shoulders and down his neck. "I love you, baby."

"Umm" he murmured as his hands traced her body and slid under her shirt.

"That's right," Sara said even as she shivered. "Touch me, baby. I'm real."

"I know you are real, Sara. It’s just...just my subconscious plays tricks on me."

He lifted the shirt up over her head. He gently cupped her breasts and caressed them. He kissed a trail down her collarbone; Sara wrapped her arms around Grissom, closing her eyes. He kissed down her belly, noting her shivers as he did so. He reached for her pants, wanting more access. Sara arched her hips, begging him to take her pants off. He pulled them down slowly because he knew it drove her crazy. Sara bit her lip as she continued to shiver. He pulled them off her long legs throwing them into a pile on the floor. He looked at her drinking in her appearance. Clad only in her petite bikini briefs.

She was also holding back a whimper when he accidentally brushed against a cut on her thigh. He rubbed up her leg purposely avoiding her sore leg. He didn't want to spoil the moment. He gently massaged the flesh of her thighs. Sara’s body slowly relaxed. Her fists unclenched. He slowly moved back up her body kissing her lips. He flipped her over on top of him. He gazed at her beauty, he brown curls framing her face. She was so beautiful and she was all for him. He put his hands on her hips and grinded against her. Sara arched her head back as she moved with him. He slowly went to work on removing his sweatpants. He had to pick Sara off of him to do so. He threw them on the floor with hers and regained his position. Sara immediately began her work. Grissom wiggled under her touches

"Ticklish, huh?"

"Um huh."

"But I like." He cooed.

"How about this?" Sara lightly licked the skin under his arm.

He giggled. "Un huh."

Sara grinned. "Hm...about this?" She nibbled lightly on his stomach.

"Ummmmmm." He growled.

"And this?" She lightly licked his navel.

"Ooh yeah."

He arched his hips towards her.

"Sooo Good." He growled. "So good Sara."

Sara had stopped talking all together. Her only thought was Grissom now. She positioned herself between him and began to slowly move at first. She reached for his arms and put them around her. He grasped her ass and pulled her towards him. He reached for the elastic of her underwear to remove them. He slid them down her hips. He couldn't get the further so he yanked at them until they ripped off of her body.

'You owe me a pair of underwear, Doc," Sara murmured lightly as she kissed his earlobe.

"It is worth it." He hummed continuing on his mission.

'Says you,' Sara grunted as she licked his ear.

"You don't think?" He purred at her.

“Jury's out on that call, “Sara teased.

"Umm." He reached for the waistband of his boxers.

Sara kissed Grissom's chest. She couldn't get enough of him. He was like a drug. His boxers landed somewhere on the floor. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her up to kiss him. He was trembling again. Sara kissed his shoulder.

"Umm love you." She said with passion.

He reached for her breasts and rubbed them gently. "Love you too." He shifted his position a little. "Want you now." He grunted and waited for her to take the lead.

Sara buried her face in Grissom's neck, as she started moving. He arched his hips and moved with her. His hands were on her hips, pacing her slowly as she bobbed up and down. She made him feel so good. Sara's hands suddenly gripped him as a ripple of pleasure ran through her. He thrusted harder as his own climax shuddered throughout his body. When they both came down from their highs, it took Sara a moment to register that Grissom was sobbing. He curled up with his back to her. Sara wasn't deterred. She wrapped her arms around him. He sobbed harder.

Sara slowly rolled Grissom back towards her, cradling him in her arms. He tried to hide his head. He was embarrassed that he was crying in front of Sara especially after something so special.

Sara soothed him. "It's all okay, Grissom."

He couldn't even speak his sobs were taking over. Sara continued to stroke his back as she held him.

Eventually he stopped crying. "Sara." He started. "I'm sorry."

Sara kept holding him. "There's nothing to apologize for."

"I don't deserve you." He leaned in to her neck he was still healing and this was all new to him.

"It's me that doesn't know what I did to deserve you," Sara murmured back softly.

"Sara. Don't be foolish."

"I'm being honest," was the answer.

"Its silly if you think you don't deserve me."

"I'm so lucky." He kissed her nose, then her cheek, and her lips. Sara shivered. "I love you so much, Sara."

"Love you too." She replied softly.

"What now?" He whispered in her ear

"Rest."

"That's not what I meant." He laughed. "I mean what now, with us?" He placed his arms around her. "Where are we going? Sara I'm scared to death I'm going to lose you."

Sara kissed his eyelids. "I'm not going anywhere baby. We won't move any faster than what you're comfortable with."

"But what do you expect from me?" He asked honestly.

"Exactly what you're giving me. Love and honesty."

"You mean so much to me, you know that right." He said as he tangled his fingers with hers.

Sara smiled softly at him. "You do too, baby…to me."

"Umm." His breathing swallowed and he fell asleep on her chest. Sara lightly kissed his forehead and closed her eyes.

Grissom woke up with his head still on Sara's chest. He felt her skin, it was cold. Her eyes were glazed over. She was dead and staring at the ceiling. He felt her cold lifeless body again.