Unexpected Results

Sara often thought back to that night, nearly six months ago. She remembered standing with Catherine on the other side of the glass, watching Grissom and Brass interrogating a suspect. He had confessed after being shown the evidence against him by Grissom. Now he leaned forward and whispered something. Both Grissom and Brass leaned forward and the suspect repeated himself. Sara watched as the two men jumped up, Brass telling the uniform to keep an eye on this guy, don’t let him out of your sight, and then leaving the room. Catherine and Sara followed, wondering what was going on.
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They arrived at the man’s house and went to the small shed in the backyard. Grissom pried open the door and then dropped to his knees, pulling up the loose planks. He gasped and stood up. “Get back,” he said and turned to look at Catherine. Sara stood behind Catherine and was surprised when Catherine obeyed and moved. Sara took the opportunity to step forward and see what was going on. She saw the body, the long blonde hair of the girl. She looked so peaceful and who wouldn’t after being relieved of the horror she had been going through? Sara turned away and looked at Catherine who struggled to hold back tears.

Grissom stood and closed the shed doors. Brass was calling David. There was nothing they could do. They had the perpetrator, the scene didn’t need investigating.

Brass stayed behind and the three of them drove back to work.

“I love my job,” Catherine said, breaking the silence, “but I still wonder why I keep on doing it.”

Sara knew how she felt and began to wonder why she continued. She loved her job, couldn’t imagine doing anything else, and yet, she had to stop and wonder if it was worth it. Maybe she could find a job she just liked, one that she could easily leave behind when her shift was over.

“I think we keep doing it because we know that next time, we might be able to save someone. There’s always that hope,” Grissom said.

“So we’re all just optimists?” Catherine asked, wryly.

“Optimistic about our abilities, pessimistic about humanity,” Sara said.

“Maybe that’s it,” Catherine agreed and slumped back in her seat, “Still, it makes me wonder about myself when I can sit here so miserable and know that tomorrow night, I’ll be looking forward to going to work.”

Sara and Grissom nodded, they all felt the same way. It was only once in a while, on cases like these, when somebody had to articulate it so they didn’t feel alone.

Back at the lab, they all went their separate ways. The case was done, but there were still more to be solved. Grissom wandered off to his office, Catherine went to help Warrick process a car, and Sara began to analyze the mold found inside a dead woman’s car.

By the end of shift, Sara was able to put herself in the ‘scientist’ mindset. She wasn’t solving crimes now, she was performing experiments. She was able to separate the two in her mind and it helped focus her on the science. Satisfied that by the end of shift tomorrow, she would have her results, she went back to her locker and got her car keys. She began to walk out and stopped at Grissom’s office.

“Hey,” she said.

“Oh, hey. Going home?”

“Yeah. And you?”

“Yeah, I’m actually ready to get out of here.”

“Wow, are you sick or something?” Sara asked with a smile.

Grissom just smirked and closed the file in front of him. Remembering the last time she had proposed something, Sara took a deep breath and smiled again.

“How about breakfast? My treat,” she said. She tensed when she saw Grissom pause. She wanted to say ‘no, just as a friend. I just don’t want to be alone yet, but I’m not trying anything.’ But she realized that would just make things worse.

“Sure. I can’t resist a free meal,” Grissom said and Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Good, he knew she was asking as a friend.

“Great. Let me run home and change. Mold,” she said, Grissom needing no further explanation.

“Fine. I’ll finish up, sign some papers, then I’ll be by your place. I’m telling you now, I like a big breakfast. It’s going to cost you,” Grissom said. Sara couldn’t believe it, he was actually teasing her. She quickly agreed before he could change his mind and left.

It was a half-hour later and Sara had quickly showered and dressed. She spritzed on some perfume in case any funky smell had lingered and waited for Grissom. He would arrive at any moment. Sara wondered what they would talk about. She was still thinking of the case, but knew she wouldn’t want to talk about that…even if she should. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door.

She opened it and greeted Grissom. Soon the two of them were off to a small diner that Grissom assured her was ‘fantastic’ and ‘full of vegetarian stuff.’ She’d been happy that he’d remembered, she briefly had visions of going to a place where meat was the only thing on the menu. On the drive over, they only discussed the things they saw on their journey: a new show opening, a special concert, a heavyweight boxing match coming to town. Things that had nothing to do with work, nothing to do with them.

Sara wasn’t surprised when they walked into the diner. It was comfortable, a place where people could duck in for a good cup of coffee and read the newspaper. A place where there was more emphasis on the food than on the décor. She slid into a booth and Grissom sat across from her. They studied their menus and the waitress took their orders. They were left with each other.

“Why did you agree to this?” Sara asked, knowing that she probably shouldn’t, but being unable to resist. Grissom thought for a moment.

“I know that the case got to you Sara. It did to all of us, but you were so quiet. I knew you were hurting,” he said.

Sara looked down at her hands and then shyly back up at him. “You’re trying to cheer me up then?”

“That’s part of it. I was honest before when I said I like a free meal.”

Sara laughed, glad that the tension was relieved. She was touched that he wanted to cheer her up and realized again that he did care for her, even if it was only as a friend now. She could imagine him doing the same thing with Warrick and Nick and that comforted her now, where before it would have infuriated her.

“Well, we all have those certain cases. I’ll be fine. I’ll get over it,” she said.

“I know. It’s just….sometimes it’s easier to get over when you have a friend to help you,” he said.

Sara looked down at her hands again. She marveled at how Grissom could be such an oblivious jerk at one time and yet so obliviously sweet as he was being now.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “So anyway, the other day I was watching Animal Planet and they had this show about bugs….”

Both of them were glad for the change of subject and they discussed the show, which Grissom had also seen. He told her more about the species that interested her and made sure to clarify a point that he thought the show had obscured. The talk then turned to a movie she had watched, what movie was their favorite, which was the first they had seen. It was a nice conversation. Sara sympathized when Grissom confessed he had sobbed like a baby when he first saw Bambi. Grissom laughed when Sara told him she had gotten tossed out of a movie when she started a loud fight with her boyfriend when he kept trying to kiss her and she kept trying to watch the film. Their food came and they ate, keeping up the conversation. They veered off into philosophy and politics. Sara felt that she hadn’t had a good conversation, one that actually made her think, outside of work in a long time. Grissom was so intelligent that he was always able to keep her intrigued, even if they were just discussing movies. She wondered if he felt the same way.

When they had finished and their plates had been cleared, Sara made a grab for the check. Grissom’s reflexes were quick and he took it away from her.

“You didn’t think I was serious did you?” he asked and tilted his head.

“Hey, I offered, you took me up on it. Fair’s fair. Now give it to me,” she protested, but with a smile.

“No, I’ll get it. I won’t let you pay.”

“Grissom, it’s fine. I planned on paying. I do have money, you know.”

“So do I. More than you. I’ll pay,” he said.

“Next time, I get it,” she said, suddenly aware that she was implying a next time.

“Sure thing,” he said and stood up. Sara beamed and followed him.

They walked outside into the bright sunlight and Sara looked around. “Hey, look,” she said, pointing her finger across the street.

“Yeah. You mean you’ve never been there?”

“No. You have? Is it good?”

“It’s great. I haven’t been there for a while. Shall we go?” Grissom asked. Sara quickly agreed and they walked across the street to Bookington’s, a small antiquarian bookstore.

“The owner’s name is actually Sam Bookington. He was predestined,” Grissom said with a smile.

“Oh, wow,” Sara said when they walked through the door. High shelves were filled to capacity with books. “You didn’t have anywhere to go, did you? I just remembered that I’m riding with you.”

“No. Look around as long as you want. I’ll do the same,” Grissom said.

They each went down a different aisle, Grissom to look at poetry, Sara to look at first editions. Each time she acquired a stack of books, she would take them up to the counter and set them there, the older woman working there smiling happily. She noticed once that Grissom also had an armful, but she was leaving him in her dust. She happened to glance up at the clock and noticed that an hour and a half had passed. She could have stayed there much longer, but she did have to sleep before going to work. She felt bad for keeping Grissom there. She walked around until she found him studying an old anthropology textbook.

“Grissom? I’m sorry. I’m ready to go,” she said.

“Sorry? For what?”

“For being here so long.”

“I told you that’s all right,” he said.

“I know, but I’m ready to go. My credit card is definitely telling me to go,” she said.

“Did some damage,huh?” he asked as he followed her to the checkout counter.

“You could say that,” she said, motioning to the two large piles of books sitting there.

Grissom’s eyebrows raised. “Yes, I’d better get you out of here. I’d feel guilty if you kept going and ended up not being able to pay your rent.”

“Oh, shush,” Sara said with a mock frown.

Grissom laughed. “Actually, I was the same way the first time I came in here. Now I restrain myself.” He held up the six books he was buying as proof.

A few minutes later, they walked out of the store. Both of them carried books. The clerk had been horrified to find that she didn’t have any bags to put them in and now Sara and Grissom expertly balanced large stacks against their chests. When they arrived at Grissom’s car, Sara quickly stuck out a hand and opened her door, then squatted a bit and released the books into the back seat. Grissom did the same.

“Thanks. I realize now I went a little overboard,” Sara laughed.

“No, not at all,” Grissom said sarcastically and got into his car. They drove back towards Sara’s apartment. She chatted about the books she had bought and paged through one. An old anatomy textbook she had bought. She read some of the arcane “science” and they both laughed.

When Grissom stopped in front of her building, he turned and looked at her with a smirk. “I buy you breakfast and I have to break my back carrying your books?”

“Oh, don’t try it! But yes, you do have to help me carry them in,” Sara replied.

Grissom rolled his eyes and sighed, but then smiled and climbed out of the car. They loaded up the books, just as before, and walked up to Sara’s apartment. She set her pile down and fished for her keys. She opened the door and stepped aside to let Grissom pass.

“Where should I put them?” he asked.

“Just on the table. That’s good for now,” she replied as she picked her books up again and carried them in, kicking the door shut behind her. Grissom set them on the table with a solid thud and then quickly steadied the books so they didn’t topple all over. Sara came up beside him and put her books down as well.

“Whew, now I’ve got to shelve them. What did I get myself into?” she said.

“That you can do on your own. I’m sure you have your own system,” Grissom replied and then reached out to grab a small volume, “Hey, I have this one. I didn’t know you liked poetry.”

“I do. I have to confess though, I like mushy poetry. Flowers and all that jazz,” Sara said.

Grissom grinned and randomly opened the book. “Oh, Madison Cawein,” he said and began to read,
“If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gate that leads to her door;
Over the meadows,
To wait, 'mid the shadows,
The shadows that circle her door,
For the heart of my heart and more.
And there in the clover
Close by her,
Over and over
I'd sigh her:
"Your eyes are as brown
As the Night's, looking down
On waters that sleep
With the moon in their deep" . . .
If I were her lover to sigh her.”

Grissom stopped then and looked up into Sara’s brown eyes.

“That’s kinda mushy,” Sara said. Grissom swallowed and nodded. He closed the book and set it back on the table. He looked again at Sara. She looked at him, biting her lower lip, an expression on her face that moved him unexpectedly. He wondered why he had chosen that poem, he'd never read it before. He hadn’t expected it to turn into that. The poem chose him, he thought to himself, grimly.

He continued to look into Sara’s eyes and she took a step forward so that they were nearly touching. Grissom cleared his throat.

“In that old anthropology textbook, it said that people who stare at each other for more than five seconds are either going to fight or make love…..it was an old book, probably very inaccurate,” he said quietly.

“I don’t feel angry,” Sara said after a moment.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Grissom said huskily.

“We haven’t done anything,” Sara protested.

“We shouldn’t do what we’re going to.”

“It’s inevitable?”

“Isn’t it?” he asked.

Sara regarded him for a moment and then threw her arms around him and kissed him. He responded, wrapping one arm around her and putting his other hand gently on the back of her head. Sara closed her eyes and wondered how she had ever lived without this. It had been hard, she’d tried to deny it, then she’d moved on to just wanting to be his friend. Now this. Now his soft lips were on hers and she felt like everything had been worth it. The years of frustration, the wariness and disappointment. She would do it all again just to have this. This one moment. Grissom pulled back from her and looked in her eyes again.

“It is inevitable,” she said.

“And the anthropologists were right,” he said. She felt her eyes fill with tears and she closed them, leaning forward to kiss him again. His arm slid down her back and then she was suddenly pulled into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him and she broke the kiss, taking her arms and enveloping him in them. She held his head and stroked his hair as he walked the short journey to her bedroom.

“Oh, Gil,” she whispered, “I want this. I want this so much.”

Grissom couldn’t respond. He felt overwhelmed. He wished that his tongue would catch up with his brain and tell her that he wanted this to, he had for so long and he couldn’t believe it was happening. But he kept his mouth shut, afraid his mouth would turn against his heart and tell her it was a mistake.

Her long fingers ran through his curls and Sara sighed with the pleasure of being able to touch the hair she had always thought was so beautiful. She lazily lay her head on his shoulder and smiled. She couldn’t stop smiling, she didn’t care if she looked foolish. She wanted to smile and cry and laugh.

They reached the bedroom and Grissom put Sara on her feet. They stood beside the bed.

“No regrets?” she asked.

“Only that this didn’t happen sooner,” he said.

She smiled again and their lips met. She could feel the body heat rising off of him. They held each other in a long kiss. Their tongues gently met and Sara involuntarily groaned. Grissom smiled through the kiss, glad that he had such an effect. He realized that he only wanted her to be happy. He knew that no matter what, even if she stopped, he would be deliriously happy to have the memories, the ability to recall what her lips felt like on his. How her arms felt on his back, how her fingers felt in his hair. He couldn’t let himself forget it.

They parted and smiled shyly at each other. Sara reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. He watched her fingers and noticed his breathing increase. She reached the final button and then took her hands up to his chest and swept the shirt from his shoulders. She smiled and unconsciously licked her lips when she saw him. His chest was smooth and strong. It was beautiful and she looked up at Grissom with happiness in her eyes. Then she leaned forward and gently kissed his collarbone. He inhaled sharply. He gently placed his hands on her upper arms and pushed her back. She looked up at him, questions in her eyes, but he smiled to reassure her.

His fingers lightly touched the bottom of her shirt, as though afraid to go any further. She put her hands on his and began to pull the shirt up, then let him finish the job. He was reassured and she lifted her arms above her head as he slowly pulled the shirt away. They stood there for a moment and then Sara reached for his belt. Both of them just wanted to see each other, wanted to shed their clothes before they started to explore each other.

She undid his belt and then undid his pants. They dropped and Grissom quickly removed his shoes and socks, Sara did the same, and then kicked the pants away. ‘Your turn,’ her eyes seemed to say and he undid her pants, looking in her eyes all the while, until they too fell and were tossed away. They stood in their underwear. Sara blinked and then took a deep breath. She kept her focus on Grissom’s blue eyes and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let it fall from her shoulders and then pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them, closer to Grissom.

She reached out and hooked her fingers on the waistband of his boxers. They were skin to skin now and she pushed them down. She hugged him then, kissing his lips, then his cheek and his strong arms wrapped around her.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder for a brief moment and then opened them and looked straight ahead. The mirror on her large armoire stood straight across from them and Sara smiled at the reflection of Grissom’s backside. She looked at the unusually strong muscles in his back. Then, her eyes drifted downwards and she fought back an immature squeal when she saw Grissom’s rather lovely rear end. Her hands drifted down and gently squeezed his rear, causing him to jump a bit.

“Nice butt,” she said to respond to his surprised look.

He turned his head and saw himself reflected in the mirror. “Why, that hardly seems fair,” he said and then tightened his grip around her. “Your turn,” he declared and lifted her lightly off the ground and turned around so that Sara was now reflected in the mirror.
Sara laughed and kissed Gil’s chin. Her mouth opened and she gasped when his large hands traveled down her slender back and came to her bottom. He gave a squeeze in return and smiled at her.

“Yours isn’t so bad either,” he said.

“Flatterer,” she replied and they both laughed. Sara was amazed that the two of them were standing there naked, able to laugh and kiss and do all of the wonderful things that she had dreamed of, but had never believed would come to fruition.

They smiled at each other and then Sara pecked his lips again and stepped away from him. Grissom looked down, both of them now seeing the other’s fronts for the first time. He felt a definite surge of enthusiasm, which Sara couldn’t help responding to. Her eyes went from his chest down to his stomach, down to…she took a sharp breath. She should have known. His forearms were thick, his legs were thick, his chest was thick. Why should this be any different? Still, Sara was taken aback and unconsciously squeezed her thighs together. The sight of him had excited her tremendously.

Grissom was studying her form, not noticing her response to his until he saw her thighs contract. Then he looked up to see her flushed face looking down at him and his chest swelled a bit with pride. He didn’t dwell on it however, he was busy taking her in. She was beautiful. He felt that her body was begging him to kiss her, to kiss her all over and savor the flavor of her skin. He thought of kissing her breasts and had to close his eyes. He still couldn’t believe that he could do these things. If he reached out right now to stroke her body, she wouldn’t stop him. This was a hard concept to wrap his mind around.

Time seemed to have stood still as they looked at each other, but when she tugged on his hand again, it sped up and Grissom found himself crushing her to him, walking her back to the bed. She lay down on it and then scooted back, opening her arms to him. He gratefully lay on top of her and kissed her. Their bodies relaxed together and he brought his arms up to her shoulders. He kissed her and stroked her hair. He was achingly hard, but he had enough resolve to want to draw this out for as long as he could. He wanted to kiss her lips for hours, until his were bruised from the force of it.

She rubbed his back as they kissed. She lost herself in the feeling of their tongues exploring one another’s. His lips were so soft, his skin so smooth. The muscles of his back flexed and relaxed beneath her fingertips.

He pulled back and looked into her starry eyes. He couldn’t help but smile again and then kissed her cheek, raining a series of kisses on her throat, her shoulders. He moved so that he was to the side of her and let his hands follow the path his mouth had just traveled. Her breathing increased and she wanted desperately to touch him, but she realized she would be denying both of them a pleasure. He would have his chance now. His eyes left hers and went down her body. His hand lightly came down the center of her chest, then down her stomach. He smiled when her abs contracted and she giggled lightly. He bypassed the triangle of soft curls and instead ran his hand along the inside of her thigh and then firmly squeezed. Sara’s eyes fluttered shut and she let herself concentrate only on what he was doing. His hand came back up her hip. It went across her stomach and then between her breasts again. Then she didn’t feel anything and right before she opened her eyes to protest, she felt his hot breath and then his hot mouth on her nipple. His hand caressed the other and Sara gave a long, low moan that went right down Grissom’s spine. He suckled gently and then lightly stroked with his tongue. He ran his tongue around the breast and Sara gasped, never having felt such a pleasurable sensation as Grissom’s hand traced large circles around one breast while his tongue explored the other.

Then she felt the cool air as Grissom’s mouth left her. Again, she wanted to groan with frustration, but didn’t. She sensed that her patience would be greatly rewarded. She was right. Gil now moved his mouth to the other breast, loving it as he had the other and she groaned again. She wanted this to last forever, but realized that she was so ready for him she wondered how much longer she could hold out.

And then Grissom moved down. She felt his lips on the center of her chest, then at the top of her stomach, then in the middle. He stopped to kiss her belly button and she smiled. Then he moved further south and Sara’s realization of what he was doing caused her eyes to fly open and she gripped the sheets of her bed.

“Oh, Gil. You don’t…you don’t have to,” she said.

“But I want to. Don’t you want me to?” he asked.

“I don’t know if I can take it. Everything’s so intense.”

“I’ll be gentle. I only want you to feel good Sara. That’s all I want,” he said.

Sara couldn’t believe this. She silently nodded and Grissom put his hand between her thighs to spread them apart. She complied and she suddenly felt his hot breath on her center.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered before he had even done anything.

Grissom rubbed the outside of her thighs, trying to relax her. He waited until her breathing slowed down and then he gently ran his tongue along her. She immediately groaned again and tensed. Grissom knew to continue and used his tongue to please her, exploring her intimately. She felt like she wanted to cry. She wondered why she was reacting so strongly, why she responded with tears? She realized that she wanted this so badly. It was an overwhelming feeling of pleasure, one that made her respond with tears and nervousness. Suddenly, Grissom loomed over her. He was pushed up onto his hands, looking down at her.

“Sara?” he said.

“Yes?”

“You’re so beautiful Sara. I love you. I really do,” he said.

Suddenly, her nervousness was gone and the tears spilled over onto her cheeks. He knew what she was feeling, what she needed to hear. She just needed to hear the truth. He kissed the tears away and then returned to her center. She felt him gently opening her again and then his soft lips touched her throbbing clit.

Sara immediately bit her lip and groaned. Her hands came down and wound themselves in Grissom’s hair. He lightly kissed her and then his tongue stroked her. He continued this until Sara’s breathing was ragged. She was unaware of the noises she made, but the groans, helpless whimpers, and quiet pleadings excited Grissom even more.

“I’m close, Gil. So close….please, a little more, please, so close…” she said. Grissom heard and then tenderly pulled the swollen bud into his mouth and suckled gently. Sara’s response was to scream. “Oh god, Gil! Coming, I’m coming!” she cried and then her body tensed and shook. The shockwaves of pleasure radiated throughout her body and Sara rode them for as long as she possibly could. She couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of her own heart. Her eyes were closed tightly and her jaw clenched. She’d never felt this intensity before and it surprised her.

Suddenly, she could hear again and she weakly opened her eyes. She felt Gil kissing her and she shook her head. “No, no more…too sensitive,” she said weakly. Gil smiled and kissed her thigh before moving himself up beside her. He looked at her flushed neck and face and smiled at the beatific expression on her face. She turned her head and looked at him, then smiled and shook her head. She could only shake her head in disbelief. Grissom stroked her hair and then bent down to kiss her. Sara tasted him, herself, and had to close her eyes again at the emotion.

Gil moved to nuzzle her neck while she recovered and when her breathing had slowed a bit, she pulled him back up for more kissing. She pushed on his shoulder for him to move on his back and he complied. She straddled him, kissing and licking his neck. She moved down to lightly bite his shoulders. She pushed herself up and put her hands on his stomach.
“What do you want me to do, Gil?” she asked quietly in a low, sexy voice.

“I….Sara, I…I want so badly to be inside you. I need so badly to be inside you,” he said and Sara trembled at his words.

She lightly wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. They went up and down the length and Sara stared at the throbbing hardness in her hands.

“Why don’t you ask me what I want to do?” she asked.

Grissom looked helplessly at her. “What do you want to do?” he asked with a tight voice.

Sara laid down over him and whispered into his ear. “I want to suck your cock and then I want to put you inside me.”

He throbbed in her hands and Sara sat back up, a triumphant smile on her face. He’d certainly never expected to hear Sara Sidle say those words to him and he swallowed hard.

She licked her lips and then moved back so she was just below his knees. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her eyes and then moved down. She kissed the head and then her tongue flicked out to touch it. Grissom pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbows, able to see what she was doing. She wrapped her hand around the base and slowly let her lips open and took him into her mouth.

“Oh Sara,” Grissom said in a voice that came from deep in his throat.

She sucked gently and moved her hand in connection with her mouth. She would squeeze him lightly now and then, always creating a pleasant groan from Grissom. When her hand left him, he weakly protested, but then felt her gently cup his balls and he closed his eyes. She massaged him while she took more of him in her mouth and Grissom couldn’t take it.

“No more. Sara, no. Inside you,” he said and Sara loved the idea that she had brought Grissom down to the level of barely being able to form sentences. She released her hands from him and moved back to straddling him. His hands came to her hips and she rose up and guided him into her. She put her head back and the two of them moaned in unison as she sank down onto him. He filled her completely and Sara hissed out a sharp breath.

“Oh, you feel good, baby. So good,” she said, her eyes tightly closed. She stayed still for a moment, giving them both a chance to regain their balance. Then she rolled her hips and was rewarded with Gil’s fingers digging into her hips.

“God! Sara, you’re so tight…it’s so good,” he growled, a shiver cascading through Sara. She began to rock, gradually increasing the pace. Grissom suddenly sat up and began to kiss her chest and neck. She immediately clung to him as she moved faster and faster.

“Gil…so good…so good inside me, don’t stop, oh, god, you’re so deep. So deep, Gil,” Sara breathed and Grissom brought a hand up to wrap in her hair and pulled her towards him for a kiss. Their lips crushed together and Sara felt herself hurtling towards the edge. She broke away and held him against her, his lips trailing over her skin. She quickened her pace and then dug her nails into Gil’s shoulders. She could only make incoherent sounds this time. Gil felt her clenching hard around him and he tried to hold back, but it was no use. Sara’s trembling had just stopped when his began. She was glad, she took his head and tipped it back so she could watch his face. His eyes closed and he tightened his jaw. She felt the heat rushing into her. His muscles were so tense and he pulsed into her. He felt as though he would never stop, he emptied himself completely. When he had finally finished, he opened his eyes and met hers. They both smiled and then Grissom slumped back onto the bed, pulling her down with him.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her forehead pressed against his neck. His hands went softly up and down her back. The only sound in the room was their breathing.


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Now, nearly six months later, Sara smiled to herself. She looked at the man sleeping beside her, his face so relaxed and gentle. She reached out to put an errant curl back into place. His skin still shone in the light from the window, the sweat from their lovemaking still cooling. She cuddled up to him and he pulled her against her. She thought of how one of the worst days of her working life became the best day of her personal life. Then she closed her eyes and joined him in sleep.