Unbelievably Unbearable

Chapter 5

A/N I went back and made minor corrections to the previous
chapters, nothing that changes the story. Bonus points
to anyone who can explain the refrence to Donnie Phaster.

Sara returned to find Grissom sitting on her couch flipping
through a small family photo album.
"You were a cute kid, Sara," Grissom complemted.
"I was chubby, Gris, and you know it."
"Nah, just healthy," he corrected her assessment.
"Well, after my father died, I lost my appetite for a
good while, and luckily, I never put the weight back on."
"Oh," was Grissom's only reply.
"Your pants are ready. You can step into the bathroom and
change if you like."
Grissom took the proffered garment and headed the way Sara
had indicated into her bathroom. He hadn't realized how
intimate another person's bathroom could be. He had used
the toilet at Warrick's, Nick's, and Jim's houses but they were
all basically the same. They had a shower or a tub, a toilet,
a cabinet for toiletries, a rug, a toilet paper holder of some
sort, and of course a magazine rack. But Sara's bathroom was
not at all what he had expected. Grissom had thought his own
bathroom at home was clean until he had seen Sara's. It was
absolutely emmaculate. He couldn't help think that it was more
like a sanctuary. To begin with it was huge compared to the
rest of her apartment. Sara had not only a shower stall but
also a clawfooted bathtub. Her decor was carnation pink which
coupled with the image of Sara's panties that was still emblazoned
in his brain, was beginning to obliterate Grissom's image of Sara
as a tomboy. No, Sara was very feminine indeed. She had all
sorts of body washes, oils, and lotions. She had enough candles
to be the envy of Donnie Phaster. Candles were placed in
varying places in the room, one on the back of the toilet, one on
either side of the taps, two votives and one centerpiece candle
were half burned down and sat on a stand near the porcelain tub.
A vision of Sara's glistening body enjoying a candlelight
bubble bath began to take shape in Grissom's brain. I didn't
take long for the image to stir other parts of his anatomy.
"Gris, you okay in there?" Sara lightly rapped on the door.
She wondered what was taking him so long. She hoped she hadn't
left anything embarrassing in the bathroom. Like period panties
that were waiting to be hand washed or God forbid one of her dildos.
Grissom filed the image of Sara away for later fantasies.
"I'm fine, be out in minute," Grissom answered.
"Well, I didn't get breakfast so I am going throw something
together, you want anything?" she called as she headed for the
kitchen.
"No, thanks."
Sara rummaged through the fridge for a while before settling on
cottage cheese and pineapple slices. Just as she was spooning the
clumps onto her fruit, Grissom emerged from the restroom completely
dressed. But he had forgotten to zip his fly. 'Damn,' she thought,
'must be the dildo.'
"I should get going, enjoy your breakfast," Grissom said as he hit
the door running. Sara didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.

As Grissom reached down for his seatbelt he realized that his pants
were unzipped. "Damn, why can't I do anything right around that woman?"
Grissom sat in the Denali a minute contemplating just going back up there
and making things right with Sara. He knew she was the only one for him
and knew she felt the same but there were so many obstacles. Age, yes, work,
obviously, but Grissom knew that those could be worked around. It
was his deeper darker secrets that he tried to hide from even himself
that he thought Sara could never bear. He knew Sara was pretty vanilla
when it came to sex. He had seen her reactions to cases involving alternative
sex. He was afraid he would scare her off. But then again she had said
she liked being tickled. And that bathroom, that bathroon, that was
the haven of a sensualist if he had ever seen one. Sara liked being
touched and pampered, just maybe it would work. He would have to think
about it and now was not the time. He had to go home get rid of this
damn erection so he could think clearly about the matter. Finally,
he cranked the engine and headed home.

After Grissom's abrupt departure, Sara ran into the bathroom to
see what had caused Grissom's odd behavior. To her nothing looked
out of place, just you ordinary everyday bathroom.