Retribution

Chapter: 41

Sara woke first as the morning sun beamed through a slight gap in the curtains. She sighed happily as her eyes opened to see the man she loved sleeping heavily under her. His arms still wrapped around her. She was just happy to watch him sleeping for a while. Totally entranced by him. After several long moments of just looking at him, she couldn’t help the fact that she was dying for the bathroom. She tried to shuffle softly from his grip but he held her too firmly. She wriggled a bit harder and then she felt him stir. His eyes fluttered open to meet her adoring gaze.

“Good morning”, he said softly, stretching slightly.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He smiled and pulled her close. Kissing her softly.

“It’s ok. Can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have wake me up.”

She smiled lovingly at him. “I need to pee!”

“Oh! Sorry”, he smiled, releasing her.

“S ok”, she replied. She pushed herself off the bed and headed for the bathroom, hobbling slightly. She winced feeling a little fragile from last nights activities.

Grissom stretched heavily. Awakening ever muscle in his body. God he felt good. Tired but oh so good.

Sara looked at herself in the mirror. Spotting a rather large bruise on her right hip.

“Was worth it”, she mumbled to herself, hobbling back into the bedroom. Grissom noticed the way she was walking as she grabbed a robe from the dresser.

“Hey...are you ok?”

She wrapped herself in the robe and sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand through his already messy hair.

She smiled at him. “I’m fine”.

“But your walking funny”.

“Yesss…”, she hissed. “Just a little…erm….tender. But I’m fine, stop worrying.”

He frowned at her.

Sara placed a finger softly over his lips to stop him speaking.

“Shush”.

He smiled under her finger.

“I’m hungry”, Sara stated. “You?”

“Starving”.

“Hmm we have a dilemma here Mr Grissom.”

“What?”

“Food or shower?”

“I’d go for food first”, Grissom said grinning.

“Oh…whys that?”

He slowly reached inside her robe. “Were going to need all our strength for our shower”.

Sara raised an eyebrow at him. “Our shower?”

“Hmmmm”. He said nodding.

Sara, despite the slight discomfort in her backside liked the sound of that. She shot towards the door. “I’ll go start breakfast.”

Grissom watched her leave and looked at the clock. 7.15am. Even though he’d been unconscious for many months he still found it strange waking at this hour. It seemed odd sleeping at night and waking with the morning light. He slowly crawled from the bed, made a pit stop in the bathroom, grabbed a robe and headed for the kitchen.

He could smell pancakes and heard his stomach rumble. Sara was by the stove. He quickly sneaked behind her and placed his arms around her waist.

“Jeeez! Gil! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!”

“Sorry”, he said nuzzling her neck. His beard tickling her. She giggled.

“Hey…easy…or we’ll never make it through breakfast.”

He smiled and released her. She dished up breakfast and handed him a plate.

“Thanks.”

“Welcome”.

“No really, thank you”.

“For what?”

“For making me the happiest man in the world.”

Sara chocked a little but smiled broadly. He smiled back, they sat and ate.

Sara turned on the water to their roomy glass shower. Big enough for 4 people let alone 2. She felt Grissom’s arms encircle her once again and she leaned into him.

“What time did you say we had to pick up Mike?” She gasping as he undid the belt on her robe.

Nibbling on her neck, “Anytime before noon”, he muffled through her skin as her robe fell to the floor.

She turned to face him.

“Your sure your up to this?” he asked lightly.

Sara just smiled and pushed his robe from his shoulders, sending it to the floor to meet hers. She looked down to see him standing proud and well to attention. Taking his hand she pulled him into the shower and closed the door.

Immediately his lips were on hers as the water poured over them. Her hands caressed his neck and chest as his worked slowly up and down her back. Skimming softly over her scars. She pulled away from his kiss, smiling as the water continued to trickle over them. She reached for a bottle of gel. His eyes never left her as she squeezed a little of the gel into her hands, reaching them up to his chest to clean him. Softly and slowly she ran her hands over every part of skin she could find. Replenishing the gel every once in a while as he watched her. He was getting harder by the second, his eyes misting over. His desire for her growing. She worked up his leg and reached his upper thigh. She grinned up at him as she took his hardness in her hands. He hissed slightly as she slowly massaged him. Every inch of him oh so softly. A slight moan escaped from his lips as she cleansed his balls.

“Ssssara…..”, he whispered.

She stepped away slightly and allowed him to rinse.

“Yes?”

“Gel!” He demanded, palm open. She handed him the bottle.

“Turn around”, he requested softly.

Sara gave him a sexy look and slowly turned around. Grissom then returned her favour.