Affliction

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Chapter 7.

Grissom and Sara walked back into the reception area and headed to the desk. They were greeted immediately by Angela.

“Mr. and Mrs. Grissom, hello again. Thank you for being so patient.”

She held out a key card. “Please accept this luxury suite with our apologies. It’s the highest grade possible for the resort. You have a private bungalow towards the north of the resort, including a private pool, garden, hot tub and twenty four hour room service. You are also very close to the restaurants, shops and leisure facilities. Please… if you need anything, just pick up the telephone.”

Grissom and Sara looked at each other and smiled.

Grissom took the key card. “Thanks. Erm, have our bags been taken already?”

“Yes, Sir, and here is a map that will guide you to your bungalow. Are you okay on your own, or would you like me to get Rico to take you over?”

Grissom looked at Sara quickly. “No, thank you. We’ll find it just fine.”

Angela nodded. “Well, enjoy your stay. Sorry, once again, about the mix up and if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you,” they both said, and headed off to find their honeymoon home.


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After a leisurely 10 minute stroll Grissom and Sara found their bungalow.

“Wow!” Sara said as they approached. “It looks like a private mansion, it’s even got a fence,” she giggled.

“So, no one can see what you’re up to!” Grissom smirked as he pushed open the gate.

They headed to the door and Grissom slipped the key card into the lock. Pushing the door open, he stepped aside to allow Sara to enter.

“After you my dear.”

Sara chuckled and entered. “Wow!” Sara gasped as she looked around their bungalow. “Gil this is amazing.”

The bungalow was exquisite. Sara went in search of the bedroom as Grissom walked to the patio doors, looking outside. He smiled.

“Gil!” Sara shouted. “Come look at this.”

Grissom entered the bedroom. It was huge.

“Sara?”

“In here.”

He headed to an open door at the back of the bedroom to find Sara looking around the bathroom.

“Isn’t this fantastic?”

Grissom looked around, it certainly was. Everything was marble, the tub was large enough for an entire family and the shower was in an element of its own.

“We gotta get us one those.” Sara said pointing at the shower.

“You think this is impressive come take a look out here.”

“What?”

Grissom took her hand and pulled her outside onto the patio.

Sara’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my…..”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Before them, a large garden, their own pool, hot tub and a large hammock swinging gently in the breeze.

“We only have 3 days here? Damn, can’t we just move here?” Sara laughed.

Grissom pulled her into a tight embrace. “So, the money I spent, you’ve let me off the hook?”

Sara smiled and kissed him softly. “Yes, you’re off the hook.”

With that Sara yawned loudly.

“Oh, am I that boring?”

“Sorry, feel a little tired all of a sudden. It’s been a busy day and all this, well it’s…”

“A lot to take in?”

Sara nodded.

Grissom looked at his watch. “Well, you want to take a nap? The sun’s setting now, so we can’t really do any sightseeing. Maybe a quick nap, and then dinner?”

Sara ran her hands up his back. “Sounds like a good plan to me, you sure you don’t mind?”

Now Grissom smiled. “No, I don’t mind at all, you should rest. Come on.” He took her hand and led her back inside.


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Grissom turned onto his side and reached out for Sara. His eyes popped open when he was greeted by a cold pillow. He frowned and pulled himself from the bed. Clad only in his boxers, he went in search of his wife.

A cool breeze swept over him as he exited the bedroom. He looked down to find his shirt on the floor. Sara had been wearing it in bed. As he approached the patio doors he came across one more item; Sara’s thong. He picked it up and grinned to himself, feeling a sharp twinge in his boxers. She was outside and she was naked!

He walked out onto the patio to hear splashing. Then he stopped, gasping slightly. The pool lights along with the moon illuminated Sara’s body perfectly. She was on her back, floating as naked as the day she was born. Grissom groaned.

Quietly sitting on a chair by the edge of the pool, he watched her happily. He was sure he could watch her forever. Sara continued floating, totally oblivious to his presence. It didn’t take long for the feeling in his boxers to become an almighty bulge. He shifted slightly, making the chair creek. Sara lifted her head and spun around to see Grissom watching her.

Sara smiled as she swam towards him. “Hello, stranger…”

“Hi.”

”How long have you been watching me?” Sara reached the edge of the pool by her husband.

“Long enough.”

“Long enough for…what?” Sara said seductively.

Grissom looked down to his boxers and Sara followed his gaze. Sara couldn’t help but giggle. “Y-yes, that’s certainly long enough.”

Grissom stood as Sara clung to the side of the pool. “Are you sure? You don’t think that maybe, it could be a little longer…” Grissom teased.

Sara grinned. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

Sara’s grin broadened as she turned and swam towards the pool steps. Grissom watched her every move, his breathing heavier and heavier as Sara pulled herself from the pool. She was like a goddess sent to enslave him. The way the water shimmied down her naked body, making tiny puddles around her feet as she slowly walked towards him. The way her wet skin glistened in the tender light, and the sultry sway of her hips, it was all driving him crazy.

As Sara reached his personal space she couldn’t help but note the expression on his face. His eyes pierced through hers as the swirls of desire trapped within them rolled black with lust.

Sara looked down once again to his boxers.

“Did you enjoy watching me?”

Grissom tilted his head slightly, watching a single drop of water run from Sara’s brow, down her check, her elegant throat to finally rest upon her right breast.

“Oooh, you have no idea.” Grissom groaned.

Sara smiled, “Oh, I think I have a little inkling.”

Grissom fought the urge to grin, he had other things on his mind.

“Sooo…” Sara began. “Fancy a dip?”

Grissom’s mouth twitched as once again he eyed Sara from head to toe. “Yes I do, but not in the pool.”

Sara’s eyes glazed as the desire for her husband grew. She stepped forward that tiny bit more for her body to brush against him. Bare skin on bare skin, her breasts against his chest. She could have sworn they moaned simultaneously as the heat from their respective bodies entwined. Her lips found his and as their tongues danced, Sara’s hand slithered down his body to cup his hardness in her hand.

He jumped a little, groaning into her mouth. She pulled away. “These off, now!” She demanded. Grissom quickly did as told, shimmying quickly out of his boxers and kicking them across the patio.
Sara’s hands found his shoulders and she pushed him backwards, the back of his legs caught the chair and he fell backwards into it. His eyes never left hers. She straddled him quickly, her hands cupping his face to pull him into another searing kiss.

She pulled away. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She breathed heavily as her tongue slithered around to his ear, her teeth nipping at the lobe, then her lips moved south.

“Would you like to do the honours?” Grissom barely mumbled as she continued her assault of his neck.

Sara grinned into him and reached down between them, lifting her hips slightly she took him softly in her palm.

“Ahhhh…” The feeling of her stroking him was pure bliss. “Unless you want this to be a solo effort, now would be good.”

Sara smirked and guided him to her opening her arms entwining strongly around his shoulders as she lowered herself onto him. Sara moaned welcoming him inside her. Whimpering softly as his full length disappeared within her.

Sara closed her eyes gnawing slightly on his skin as he thrust up into her, she met his movements perfectly. Their rhythm began. Over and over again he thrust and over and over again Sara matched him. The chair creaked, struggling to cope with the demands brought upon it, but it was holding in there, barely. Their lips roughly found one another’s once again in a quick rough reunion before parting.

“God…Sara…I love you…” Grissom moaned between his thrusts, pushing up into her, harder and harder.

Sara tried to reply, but all she could muster was a gasp as her mind and body wondered. Her only focus was the feeling of him pounding into her. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as she felt that blissful destination approaching.

“Gil….” She moaned, her orgasm advancing fast.

Grissom grunted heavily struggling to hang on. His lips suddenly found the sensitive spot of her neck and she moaned loudly, her muscles clenching him tighter within her.

“God Sara…” Grissom breathed into her as he felt the change. His moan was enough to send her over the edge. Her body thrashed around him as her climax swept through every muscle, every pore, every cell.
She fell forward and wept softly into his shoulder.

Grissom could hold on no longer. One last thrust and he was there. Sara’s name vibrating from his lips as he spilled completely within her.

Grissom slumped back into the chair, pulling Sara with him. His head resting between her breasts, her chin on his shoulder, both their chests rising and falling rapidly as they sought some well needed air.

There they stayed until both had the strength to move. It took a while. Finally Grissom pushed Sara up. She smiled and softly ran her hand through his hair.

Grissom grinned and then felt Sara shuddering slightly. “Are you cold?”

Sara tilted her head. “A little.”

“I’ll tell you what…”

”What?”

“How about a little room service and an early night? I think we could both use it.”

Sara smiled running her finger over his lips. “Great idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but can I do one thing before we go to bed?”

“What?” Sara bit her lip a little, and Grissom smiled. “You want to call home?”

“How did you know?”

“I know you…and this is the first time we’ve left Mike, so…”

“So, you don’t mind?”

Grissom laughed a little. “Of course I don’t mind.”

Sara kissed him softly. “Thank you…for everything.”

With that, Grissom stood, scooping Sara into his arms. She smiled broadly as he carried her inside.


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Grissom opened his eyes as the sunlight beamed through a slight gap in the curtains. He turned to be once again greeted by an empty bed. He looked at the bed side clock. 10am. He had slept for a very long time. Grissom couldn’t actually recall the last time he’d slept so well, or so long. He scooted out of bed and grabbed a robe.

“Sara?” He called.

“In the kitchen.”

Grissom headed for the kitchen, slithering his arms around Sara’s waist the first chance he got.

“You want coffee?”

“Sure. How long have you been up? You should have woke me.”

Sara smiled. “I’ve been up a while so….”

Grissom frowned as he took the coffee from her. “How long is a while?”

Sara shrugged her shoulders. “Since about six I think.”

“Six? That early? Honey…are you ok?”

Sara smiled. “I’m fine. Just feel…a little off this morning, don’t know why.”

“Is it the baby?”

“NO…no…I’m ok really, just feel a little strange. Feels like there’s something I should know, but don’t…I don’t know babe. I’m fine really.”

“You’re sure?”

”Yes…I’m sure.”

“Ok…so you want to go see some sites?” Grissom put his coffee down and pulled her close.

Sara thought for a second and began fingering the top of his robe, averting his gaze. “If you don’t mind…can we just relax around here for a little while? I don’t really feel like going anywhere right now.”

She felt Grissom stiffen a little. “Honey…” His whispered concern was now evident in his voice.

Sara chuckled a little. “I really am fine, Gil, I just want to be with you, no one else, just us for a little while. Is that okay?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Sara nodded.

“Then it’s ok.”

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The hammock swung lightly under the heavy weight occupying it. Sara breathed softly, sound asleep on Grissom’s chest. His arm protectively wrapped around her and their unborn child. He played lightly with her hair as he listened to the sound of her sleeping. He could never get enough of that sound. The sound of the utter comfort he knew she found in him.

Grissom groaned when he heard a knock at the door. He tried to move, to get out without disturbing Sara but it was no good. She had him pinned.

“Honey…” He whispered lightly in her ear.

Sara stirred a little. “Go away…we don’t want any,” she mumbled.

Grissom grinned, but then frowned as the knock came again.

“Honey…” He said again, but a little louder this time.

Sara’s eyes slowly opened.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I need to get up. There’s someone at the door.”

“Who?” She moaned.

Grissom gave her a ‘stupid question’ look and shrugged his shoulders.

Sara sat up allowing Grissom to swing off the hammock. She followed a few seconds later.

Grissom opened the door and took a shocked step back when he saw Nick and Brass looking back at him.

Grissom didn’t have a chance to speak before Sara appeared behind him.

“Who is it?”

Grissom opened the door wider, so she could see.

Sara stood, more than a little shocked. She knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on? What are you guys doing here?”

Nick looked at Brass. “Can we come in?”

Grissom stepped aside and allowed them to enter before closing the door and moving to stand by Sara.

“So what’s going on Nick? Jim? This is supposed to be our honeymoon and you two are the last…”

“I’m sorry Griss….” Nick stopped him. “We, erm, just didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”

Grissom looked at Sara. “Tell us what?” His voice shook a little.

“Maybe you should sit down.” Nick suggested.

Sara felt her stomach tighten and folded her arms firmly across her chest. Something was very, very wrong. “I don’t want to sit down! Tell us what’s going on.” Sara said firmly.

Nick looked at Brass again. “Ok,” he said, “but please understand, we are doing all we can.”

Grissom frowned. “All you can for what?”

Brass continued. “Kate Stevens escaped from custody yesterday.”

Sara felt her stomach clench and her jaw drop.

“She was being transferred. The bus was run off the road. She got away.”

Grissom took a firm grip on Sara’s hand. “That’s not all, is it, Jim?” Grissom knew they could have been told this in a phone call. His voice was afraid, very, very afraid.

“Oh god!” It hit Sara. “Jim where’s Mike?”