Easy Choices

Grissom strolled into the lab and placed three swabs in front of Greg. “Think you can have these done for me tomorrow?” he asked.

“Sure, I don’t see why not. From the Griffin case?” Greg replied. Grissom nodded and turned to leave. “Oh, hey, Grissom wait. Sara wanted me to tell you she’s leaving today.”

Grissom stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly back to Greg. “Leaving?”

“Yeah. She stopped by to clear out her locker earlier.”

Grissom continued to stand firmly rooted to the spot. He was silent for a few moments and then looked back at Greg. “You seem to be quite calm about this.”

“Yeah, well what I can I do?” Greg said and shrugged.

Grissom nodded and then quickly walked out of the laboratory. He walked quickly towards the doors, patting his pocket to make sure he had his keys. He passed Warrick who started to ask him a question, but he quickly got rid of him with “Not now. Later, later” and kept on walking. His mind was racing and before he knew it, he had arrived at Sara’s apartment. He realized that not even being able to remember how he had gotten there was dangerous, obviously he hadn’t been concentrating on driving. He quickly admonished himself and knocked firmly on Sara’s door.

“I’ll be right there,” he heard her shout from inside. A few moments later and she swung the door open. “Grissom? What are you doing here?”

He barged past her into the apartment. He saw her suitcase, but noticed that nothing was put away in boxes. Maybe he wasn’t too late.

“Greg told me you’re leaving,” he said.

“Yeah. I thought you were the cab driver.”

“You can’t leave Sara. You can’t. This isn’t right. You need to be here. I need you to be here.”

“You do? What about Catherine, I thought she….” Sara began before being cut off by Grissom.

“There’s nothing with Catherine. I need you to be here Sara. I’m in love with you. You can’t leave me,” Grissom quickly said.

The two of them stood there for a moment. Grissom watched a variety of emotions flicker in Sara’s eyes and he felt frustrated at not being able to decipher them all. Finally, she sighed and looked back at him.

“But I thought Ecklie said one of us has to be certified,” she said.

“I don’t care what Ecklie thinks, he can…..what?” Grissom said, clearly confused.

“I thought that somebody from the night shift has to be certified in Patriot Act regulations.”

They stared at each other for a bit longer and then Grissom spoke. Both of them seemed to have 10 second delays in their ability to process information and speak.

“Certified?” Grissom asked.

“Yeah. It’s not like I want to go to Seattle, but I’ll be back in three days. Catherine said she would cover for me. You’ve known about this since last month. You filled out the paperwork. I don’t understand.”

“Seattle. That’s where you’re going? To the convention?”

“Yeah. What did you think?”

“I thought you were leaving for good. Greg told me you had cleaned out your locker.”

“I did. They sent down those binders,” she said, motioning to three large binders crammed with papers, “I had them in my locker and I had to pick them up. I also wanted to talk to Greg because I knew he was still a little upset at not being chosen to go. We talked and then I told him to let you know I was leaving today. Do you really think I would just leave for good without saying anything?”

“Well, no, that’s why I was so surprised,” Grissom responded. Then there was silence again as they stared at each other.

“So you’re in love with me?” Sara asked quietly and Grissom closed his eyes tightly. Of course there was no way she could have forgotten that. His brain still on delay, he took some time to come up with his answer.

“That’s what I said,” he said, shrugging.

“But did you mean it? Or were you just trying to get me to stay…for the lab?” she said and Grissom caught the small waver in her voice. He looked down at his shoes, noticing the scuff on one and brought it up to rub against his pant leg. When he looked back up at Sara, she was standing with her arms folded across her chest, almost daring him to speak.

“I said it because…because I mean it. Sara, I, you…you don’t know how much this scares me, telling you that. But I did mean it. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I never wanted to…” Grissom said and then was shut up when Sara put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a fierce kiss. His eyes were open and wide, disbelief clearly on his face. He didn’t resist at all, however, and when Sara leaned back he let out a breath.

He opened his mouth, but closed it again when he heard a knock. Sara strode past him and walked to her door. She opened it and Grissom saw the taxi driver standing there. “I’ll be right down,” Sara told him and he nodded and left. Sara walked back towards Grissom and picked up her coat, putting it over her arm, and then went over to stuff the binders into a carry-on bag and put the strap over her shoulder. Finally, she grabbed the handle to her rolling suitcase and came and stood in front of Grissom.

“I love you, too,” she said. Grissom’s eyebrows raised and then he smiled a relieved smile.

“I’ll help you,” he said and reached down to take the suitcase handle from her. She relented and he walked out of the apartment in front of her. She stopped and locked her door and they continued down to the waiting car. He put the suitcase in the trunk and then opened the door for Sara. “I’m glad you’ll be coming back.”

“So am I,” Sara said and then she quickly pecked Grissom on the cheek and got into the car. Grissom closed the door and watched the taxi drive away. He didn’t know how to feel. He was scared, relieved, but mostly…happy, he realized. He smiled to himself and walked back to his car. He sat for a minute before starting it. That was it. She knew how he felt about her, he knew how she felt. Of course, if he was honest with himself he would’ve admitted that he knew how she felt for a long time now. He wondered how much longer they would have danced around each other if there had not been this misunderstanding. It was a wake up call to Grissom that he needed to keep better track of the papers he signed, but for the moment, he was glad that he’d been absent-minded this time.

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Three days later, Sara walked into work as though she had never left. “Sara,” Grissom said when he saw her, “you didn’t have to come in tonight. You must be exhausted.”

“Not too bad actually. Plus, I want to get back on schedule. But if it’s all right with you, I’d rather stay in tonight. I don’t want to mess up any scenes from being off my game.”

“Sure, that’s fine. If you can find Nick or Warrick, they’d probably be forever grateful if you offered to strip a Lexus in the garage.”

“Ok,” Sara said and Grissom looked down at the file in front of him. He looked back up when Sara cleared her throat. He thought she’d gone.

“So, um, did you want to do something after work?”

Grissom hesitated for just a second. “Did you have something in mind?”

“No, just…well, anything would be fine. Unless you’re busy or have other plans or something,” Sara said before forcing herself to shut up and stop talking.

“Actually, I do have an idea. I’ll see you after shift,” he said.

Sara was so relieved that she just smiled and left, not thinking to ask him where they were going.

By the end of shift, Sara had managed not only to dismantle the Lexus, but also a Mercedes and a BMW that Catherine had brought in. “I feel like I work in a high end chop shop,” she said to Greg and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“It’s not just any woman that can take 3 luxury cars apart while operating on little sleep,” he said and they both laughed. She left Greg to carry the fibers to the lab and went to the locker room. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She was far from looking her best. She reached up to get rid of a small splotch of grease, but only smeared it. She glared at herself and then got some wet paper towels to dab her face. Well, it was a little better than before. She pulled her hair into an efficient ponytail and went to her locker to collect her things. She slammed the door shut and then went to Grissom’s office, extremely curious to see what he had planned.

“Hey,” she said while lightly tapping on the doorframe. Grissom looked up at her and then removed his glasses. He leaned back in his chair, as if waiting for her to say something. “Um, it’s end of shift.”

“I know. It’s a surprise where I’m taking you. Did you want to leave with me and then come back here for your car or did you want to go home first?”

“I’d prefer to go home,” she said.

“Ok. I’ll be there,” he said. Sara waited for him to say something more, but he just went back to his papers.

She quickly drove home and spruced up a bit, washed her face, brushed her teeth and hair. She changed clothes, but into an outfit similar to what she would wear at work. She was going through her mail when she heard the doorbell. The two of them got into his car and he started to drive.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

“What?”

“Close your eyes. I told you it’s a surprise.”

“How long do I have to keep them closed?” she asked.

“Oh, not too long. Are they closed?” he asked. She nodded and he waved a hand in front of her face to make sure she was telling the truth. “Ok, keep ‘em that way.”

They chatted while they drove, about work, which Sara found quite odd considering she couldn’t see anything. She would turn her head in his direction and she imagined she must have looked quite funny with her eyes closed “staring” at him.

“We’re here,” he said and the car came to a stop. “Open them.”

Sara did and gasped. “The body farm!” she squealed. Grissom smiled and gave a sigh of relief. She was too good to be true, he realized. What other woman could possibly share his enthusiasm for the body farm?

She climbed out of the car and Grissom followed. They made their presence known to the scientists working there and then Grissom led Sara through a cluster of trees. Sara was happy she’d worn appropriate shoes as she walked on the soft earth.

“See? Up there,” Grissom said, pointing above them.

Sara looked up and saw a body hanging there, suspended from a rope. “Cool,” she said, and again, Grissom was awed by her reaction.

They studied the body for a while, both of them coming up with excellent observations and related stories of cases that this situation would fit. Then Grissom led her around some more. He described some of the insects they found, using a tweezers he had brought with him. When they came upon a clearing, Sara stopped and looked around.

“You know,” she said, “if not for the smell, this would be a peaceful place.”

Grissom nodded solemnly and then they looked at each other. They both started laughing at the same time.

“We’re weird Gris, you know that?”

“I do. Good thing we found each other,” he said. Sara glanced at him, oddly touched by his comment. ‘I really am weird,’ Sara thought to herself, ‘feeling all romantic in the middle of a body farm.’

Grissom looked down at his watch. “We probably should be going. They’ll have a class from UNLV coming through here soon.”

“Ok, but we have to come back sometime,” Sara said and Grissom promised. They started to walk, taking a different route back. Grissom walked in front of Sara, not to be rude, but he didn’t want her to end up tripping over a body or something. Suddenly, Grissom’s foot sunk into the dirt with a squelch. Sara stopped behind him.

“Ew,” was all she said.

“Yeah,” Grissom said and looked at the path in front of him. He could see that the mud ended about ten feet away. He turned back to look at Sara. “Have you ever seen ‘It Happened One Night?’”

“Yeah, why?”

“Remember when they had to cross the…”

“Grissom, are you telling me you want to carry me across the mud?” Sara asked with a smile on her face.

“Well, actually I was going to suggest you carry me, but your way makes more sense,” he said. Sara laughed and looked behind her.

“Can’t we just go back?” Sara asked.

“I’ve already got a muddy foot. Why, don’t you trust me?” Grissom said and extended his hand. Sara hesitated and then stepped forward.

“How do you want me?” Sara said and then quickly felt her face turn red. She managed to keep looking at Grissom, challenging him to respond. Grissom blinked and decided to take the high road.

“Your choice,” he said and cleared his throat. Sara smiled and then stepped forward. Grissom moved closer to her, as far as he could with his one foot in the mud. She walked up to him and, before she could say anything, Grissom hoisted her up so she was over his shoulder, her butt close to his face.

“I thought you said it was my choice!” Sara protested.

“I know, but this is how Clark Gable carried Claudette Colbert. We’ve got standards to maintain,” he said and began to walk. Sara laughed at the obscene noises caused by Grissom’s feet in the mud and she laughed at the thought of this happening at all. Never in a million years would she think that Grissom, on their first date, would be carrying her across a muddy path at the body farm. Grissom walked about fifteen paces and then felt solid ground again. He leaned forward and Sara felt her feet touch the ground. They were close to each other now and, for a moment, the two of them looked into each other’s eyes and Sara could practically feel the tension between them.

“Thank you Clark,” Sara said quietly and Grissom smiled. They continued walking, Grissom stopping now and then to shake his feet, splattering mud everywhere. When they arrived back to the small cabin that housed the scientists, he stuck his head inside and asked if they had any paper towels. They did and, along with some water, Grissom cleaned his shoes until they were actually decently clean.

Grissom drove Sara back to her apartment. When they arrived, he got out before she could say anything and opened her door. He walked her to her apartment’s door and then stood there as she put the keys in the lock and opened the door. Then she stopped and they looked at each other. Again, Sara could feel the tension between them.

“This was fun. You really know how to woo a girl,” Sara said and they both laughed. Sara was so taken by Grissom’s smile that, without thinking, she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. She moved back just a little and looked into his eyes. She saw no protestations so she leaned forward again and kissed his lips this time. It was a sweet, chaste kiss that made Sara’s toes tingle.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked, wondering if the woman with the husky voice was actually her.
“No,” Grissom replied quickly and then began spluttering when he saw the hurt look on her face. “I mean, yes, I do, desperately, but no, I can’t…we shouldn’t, I…” he babbled before stopping and taking a breath to calm himself.

“What I mean is…Sara, you don’t know how scared I am of messing this up. I don’t want this to move too fast and somehow go wrong because I just couldn’t take that. It’s been so long that I’ve thought of this and I still can’t believe that it’s true. I can’t believe we went out and I can’t believe that you’re happy to go to a body farm. That’s just…incredible to me. I just don’t want to rush and scare you off,” he said.

Sara watched as he looked down at his shoes, waiting for her to respond. “And all this time,” she said, “I thought I was the one that scared you off.”

“No, I only scare myself with how much I love you,” Grissom said. Sara brought up a hand and rested it on his cheek.

“I’m scared of messing this up too. And I think you’re right. We should go slow. We’ll just take the nice, slow pace of a couple that told each other they were in love before they even went out on a first date,” she said, making him smile.

Grissom took her hand and kissed her palm, making Sara melt inside. He held it against his chest and looked in her eyes. “I should go,” he said and Sara nodded slightly. He kissed her hand again, the fingers this time, and then released it. Sara unconsciously brought it up to her mouth and watched as Grissom walked down the sidewalk, back to his car.


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The next couple of weeks passed by in a happy blur for Sara. She and Grissom had gone out five more times. Three on what Grissom called “a proper date” meaning a restaurant and then a movie or museum. Each time he had brought her flowers, first a mixed bouquet, then gardenias, then roses. The other two dates had consisted of activities only two crime-fighting science geeks could love. First, Grissom included a little bit of work into their personal lives and they spent a couple of hours testing explosives, both of them smiling at each other from behind the blast-proof glass when they’d successfully recreated a bomb from a case they were working. The second date involved traveling to a special exhibit at the science museum on the history of mummification. Most visitors were Egypt enthusiasts, but Grissom and Sara came to see if they could learn any more about desert temperatures and the resultant effects on bodies. After each date, Grissom would walk her to her door and they would kiss. Sara noticed a definite increase in the intensity of each kiss. She wondered if he was getting as anxious as she was. They would always kiss a little longer, hold each other a little tighter, and then Grissom would break from her and quickly walk away. At first Sara wondered why he did this, but then she began to suspect that their kissing affected Grissom in a way that he would prefer Sara not see for the time being. The thought of being able to arouse Grissom made Sara very, very happy. The thought of being able to arouse Grissom, but not do anything about it made Sara very, very frustrated.

Not that she didn’t love just kissing him. He was always so gentle, at least at first, before Sara would sweep her tongue across his lower lip. Then he would moan or growl a little and kiss her harder. She loved his mouth, the softness of his lips, the way his beard would lightly tickle her face. He asked her if she wanted him to shave, but she told him no. She asked him if he wanted her to stop wearing lipstick, since it seemed no matter what the different brands promised, it always ended up smeared on his lips. He’d told her not to, that he liked being able to have evidence of her to see in his mirror when he got home. She had smiled because she felt the same way when she could see the bit of redness caused by the ‘beard burn.’

The next time they went out and both had the night off, Sara had decided, would be “the night.” She’d already prepared for it, like she did for all the most important things in her life. Heck, the day after their first date she’d called up her doctor to get her birth control prescription renewed. She double checked every day to make sure that she hadn’t missed a dose. She’d made a stop at a local lingerie store and picked up several new sets of lace underthings. She went out and bought several toothbrushes so that he would have his choice of brand and bought an unscented bar of soap so that he wouldn’t smell like her and tip everyone off at work. She made herself laugh when she tried to remember the last time she had prepared for something with such intensity and excitement.

So when Grissom asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner on the night they both had off, Sara had quickly offered to cook for him at her place. After being reassured that Sara didn’t mind cooking, Grissom had accepted. Sara didn’t bother to tell Grissom that she would just order take-out for them because she didn’t have the energy to devote to planning and preparing a meal since she’d exhausted herself just getting ready for an event that hopefully might happen, but wasn’t a guarantee.

Grissom laughed when Sara handed him the phone book and told him to order from wherever he wanted. “I thought you were going to cook!” he said, pretending to be offended.

“Trust me. It’s better this way. It’ll save you the strain of having to pretend that my cooking is the best in the world,” she replied.

“I’m sure it would’ve been like everything else you do, perfect,” he murmured as he opened the phone book and Sara felt an odd twinge of happiness at his backhanded compliment. “Chinese ok? We can get one of these that are made for two.”

Sara looked at where his finger was pointing in the book. “Sounds good to me,” she said. “Oh, where are my manners? You’re my guest, I’ll order the food.” Grissom laughed and watched her pick up the phone.

Thirty minutes later Grissom was trying to ward off an attack from Sara’s chopsticks. He batted them away. “I’ve barely even gotten any of this stuff,” he protested.

“You don’t even like tofu! Here, take this one with the shrimp,” Sara retorted. Grissom frowned and looked into the box. He quickly took another bite from the tofu-vegetable mixture and then passed the box on to Sara. She handed him the other box and he snared a shrimp and ate it, pretending to glare at her. Sara just smiled and made an exaggerated “mmmm” noise as she ate.

When they were done, Grissom looked at the empty and half-empty boxes before them. “Well, I guess since you cooked, the least I can do is clean up,” he said. Then, with a heavy sigh he gathered up the boxes and threw the empty ones and away and put the rest in the refrigerator. Sara watched from the couch with a smile on her face.

“Thank you,” she said when he came back and plopped down beside her. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He briefly smirked and then cautiously glanced at her. She noticed and immediately sat up straighter.

“Sara, we need to talk,” he began and Sara felt her stomach lurch.

“About what?” she asked. Grissom heard the tone of her voice and he turned to look at her. He saw the fright on her face and his heart throbbed.

“Nothing bad, sweetheart,” Grissom said and reached out for her. Relieved, she went willingly into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder while he hugged her and stroked her hair. She cuddled against him and put her hand on his side. She felt a little bump in his jacket pocket and she impulsively reached inside and pulled out the contents. Her eyes widened when she realized she was holding up a strip of six condoms. Grissom turned his head and saw them. His jaw dropped. Then he looked at Sara, who looked at him, and then burst out laughing at the horrified expression on his face.

“Six? I’m impressed!” she said. Grissom snatched them out of her hand and stuffed them back into his pocket.

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he grumbled, quite embarrassed. Sara realized that he had been trying to have a serious moment and she felt sorry that she had laughed. She pushed herself off of him and sat up so she could look him in the eye.

“I’m sorry. What did you want to talk about?” she asked. Gil looked at her and saw she was trying her best to be serious which made him smirk.

“Well, actually, they’ve got something to do with it. I just wanted to be prepared…since we don’t have work tonight and we’ve been dating quite a bit and we both love each other, I just thought that maybe we…that maybe this would be a good time, but not if you don’t want to, I just thought that perhaps…”

Sara silenced him with a kiss. He gratefully returned it. She gently touched her tongue to his and was instantly greeted with a groan. When she pulled back, she saw that Gil’s expression had definitely turned into one of lust.

“I agree one hundred percent with your idea. But, I’m on the pill, so you were over prepared,” she said and kissed his chin.

“It’s the boy scout in me,” he replied and then pulled her against him for another kiss. They kissed deeply and Sara could already feel herself responding to him. She pushed away from him and let out a long breath.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said and stood up. Grissom stood up too, removing his jacket, and took her hand, stopping her before she could drag him down the hall. He cradled her face in his hands and sighed.

“I’m so afraid I’ll mess up. I don’t mean making love to you, I mean the whole thing. This whole relationship. This is a big step,” he said quietly. Sara paused and was touched by the honesty of his statement and the look on his face that begged for reassurance. She hugged him and he held her tightly. She kissed the side of his neck and then leaned to whisper in his ear.

“I’m afraid too, Gil, but then I think of how much I love you and how much I know you love me and I know that even if we have rough spots along the way, that love will always be there no matter what.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and waited for a response. “I love you,” he said finally and she was able to look him in the eyes again.

“Show me,” she said with a devilish smirk that Grissom mirrored.

“Lead the way,” he replied. Sara took his hand and did just that. Grissom smiled at the way she walked quickly down the hallway, a woman on a mission. She led him into the bedroom and immediately pushed him down on the bed. Grissom’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly accepted the situation when Sara straddled him and bent down to kiss him. His hands went to her hair and then down her back. When they pulled apart, Sara sat up and looked down at him. Both of them had the idea of removing the other’s shirt and acted on it at the same time. Sara leaned down, Grissom began to sit up and the result was predictable. Their skulls collided with a crack and they each immediately brought their hands to their forehead.

“Ouch! Geez!” Sara said.

“Ow, ow, ow,” was all Grissom could get out. They both kept their hands tightly against their heads and then slowly opened their eyes to peek at each other. When their gazes locked they immediately burst into laughter. “Are you ok?” Grissom asked and held one hand up to her head.

“I’ll be fine. I know we’re both hard-headed, but damn! We need to work on our choreography,” Sara said, still laughing, then she bent down and kissed the hand covering Grissom’s forehead.

“Practice makes perfect,” Grissom replied and smiled. He loved the way Sara was laughing. He’d wanted everything to be perfect, like out of a movie, but now that was not going to happen and he felt relieved. He realized how much he loved Sara because he didn’t have to try to be anything other than himself.

“Want to try again or should we give up while there’re still no broken bones?” Sara asked.

“I’m willing to take the risks,” Grissom replied and pulled her down for another kiss, “Maybe this will help.” He held her and rolled them over so that he was on top of her now. She heard his shoes clunk on the floor and she quickly removed hers as well. Grissom had himself propped up on his hands, but now he slowly lowered himself down while he kissed her forehead softly and moved his arms so that they were cradled around her head. He kissed her, alternating soft brushes of his lips with deeper kisses that made Sara’s lipstick smear on his lips and his beard burn her skin. Her hands ran down his back and grabbed his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. She began to pull it up, running her fingers along his back as she did so until he finally pushed himself up and quickly removed it, seemingly irritated at the inconvenience of having to leave Sara’s lips. They continued kissing and now Sara relished the opportunity to stroke Grissom’s back, feeling the muscles tightening and relaxing and the prod of his shoulder blades as he shifted his weight.

Grissom felt that he could kiss Sara for hours if she would let him. And right now, he had a feeling that she would be more than happy to make that allowance. He wanted to kiss her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, he couldn’t imagine a place that he didn’t want to feel under his lips.

When he moved to her neck, Sara gasped and brought one hand up to his hair while the other continued to explore his back. She buried her hand in his soft curls and held him against her. He kissed and suckled at her neck, still marveling at how her skin could taste so good. Sara opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She was amazed at how intensely her body responded to his kisses and light touches. She could feel tears sting her eyes, but she was determined to keep them away. She wanted their first time to full of laughter and happiness, not her tears, even if they were tears of happiness. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against Grissom’s hair, glad to have her emotions under control again.

Gil left her neck and moved back to her lips. He kissed her briefly and then looked into her eyes while his hand went down to the hem of her shirt. His hand slid beneath and Sara felt her stomach tremor at his touch. He began to pull the shirt up and Sara quickly complied by lifting herself up a bit so that he could easily pull it off of her. He kissed her again and then moved to her side so he could see her. He rested his hand on her stomach and Sara grinned as his gaze went down her body. He particularly focused on Sara’s new bra and looked up at her with raised eyebrows.

“You’re not the only one that came prepared,” she said and Grissom smiled. He ducked his head down and kissed the center of her chest, his hand coming up to gently rest on her left breast. She inhaled deeply and Gil gently traced his fingertips around her breast, ignoring her nipple for the time being. Sara reflexively groaned and arched her back. Gil smiled into her skin, very pleased at her response. He kissed her chest again, but stopped when he felt Sara’s hand pushing against his shoulder. He quickly looked up, confused, and Sara pushed harder so that he would understand she wanted him on his back. When he realized what she was doing, he wrapped his arms around her and then rolled so that she was on top of him. She quickly began to kiss his neck and lick his chest. She was also pleased when she made him growl, a deep low sound that went straight to Sara’s core. In this new position, she also discovered that Gil was quite aroused and if she could judge correctly by the ridge beneath her, quite well endowed.

Sara gently licked his neck, just below his ear, a spot that she had often found herself gazing at while he stood next to her, peering down into a microscope. His hands skimmed down her back and lightly squeezed her butt before hooking his fingers in the waist of her pants and beginning to push them down. He got them down to her thighs and she leaned down to quickly push them down further and then kick them off her legs. Then she returned to his neck. She lingered there for some time, content to taste his skin, and feel his hands on her back, her butt, her hips. When she decided it was time to move on she sat up and, with a naughty smile, reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Grissom rested his hands on her hips and Sara could feel a definite throb beneath her, which Sara exploited with a small roll of her hips. Grissom’s breath came out ragged as he watched the straps slid off Sara’s shoulders and she finally let the bra fall all the way down. She bit her lip while she watched his face. It seemed that his eyes had become an even darker shade of blue as they swept over her body. His hands moved from her hips up her back and then slowly came around and cradled her breasts. Sara bit her lip harder, feeling the blood rise to the surface, and let out a low moan.

Before Sara could react, Grissom had rolled her onto her back and now looked down at her with an evil grin. Sara couldn’t help but smile back and put a hand in his hair and tried to lightly pull him down to her. He complied and kissed the center of her chest again and then his lips began to lightly explore one breast while his hand came up to caress the other. Sara closed her eyes and gasped.

“You’re beautiful. Your skin is so soft, it tastes so good,” she heard Gil mutter against her skin. Sara kept one hand in his hair, holding him close, while the other went over his back, lightly scraping his skin with her nails.

“Oh, god, Gil!” she cried out when he circled her nipple with his tongue and then let his teeth scrape against it. He loved the way her nails had dug into his back then, without her even realizing what she was doing. She arched up against his mouth and Grissom obliged her by switching to the other breast to repeat his maneuvers. “No more, no more,” she gasped.

Grissom immediately stopped and pushed himself up. “Is something wrong?” he asked in a rush. Sara opened her eyes and looked dreamily at him.

“Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s perfect. I just can’t take any more of this, I need you now,” she panted.

“But I wasn’t done,” Grissom said and Sara almost started laughing at the slightly pouty expression on his face.

“We can do this again you know, but if I don’t have you inside me soon, I’ll go insane,” she said. This spurred Grissom into action and he pushed himself up on his knees, Sara sitting and immediately batting his hands away so that she could undo his pants for herself. She unzipped him and then quickly pushed them down to his knees. She looked at him, fully aroused, for a moment and then slowly brought her eyes up to his gaze. She licked her lips, making Grissom throb, and whispered huskily, “I really need you now.”

Grissom lightly pushed her back down, grabbed her legs and brought them up to rest against his chest and then reached down for her panties, pulling them up and off of her. He laid down between her legs, shucked his pants off, and entered her.

Sara’s breath hitched as she felt him filling her completely. Grissom closed his eyes tightly, amazed by the warmth and tightness he felt around him. They stayed motionless for a moment, Sara’s body still stretching to accommodate him, Grissom desperately trying to regain control over his body. Suddenly, Sara’s hands slid down his back and grabbed his rear end with a tight squeeze and that was it. Gil thrust involuntarily against her and then was lost. He pounded against her and with each thrust, Sara made a helpless moaning sound that turned Grissom on even more than he thought possible. He rested on his forearms, watching her lips open and listening to the sounds escaping them, watching how her eyes would only stay open for a few seconds to gaze into his before she had to shut them and tilt her head back.

They were unable to control themselves now. For a fleeting second, Sara realized that the force with which Gil’s hips pounded against hers would make her sore tomorrow, but it was more than worth it. Her legs were around him, her fingers went up and down his back, but always returned to his ass, trying to pull him against her even more. Grissom moved just a bit, leaning down more to kiss Sara’s face, and the change made him grind against her clit with each thrust. Sara couldn’t even tell him how wonderful she felt, how great he felt inside her, all she could do was concentrate on the intense pleasure building inside her. And then…

Then her world went black and all that was left was the incredibly intense sensations radiating throughout her body. She couldn’t hear herself screaming, couldn’t feel Gil’s skin beneath her hands, all of her consciousness was focused on this pleasure, this insane pleasure that she had waited so long to receive from him. She felt suspended in a haze and it wasn’t until she opened her eyes and saw him staring into hers, sweat beading along his hairline that her senses came back to her.

“Come for me, Gil, it’s so good. Please come,” she whispered and at her words, Grissom’s eyes closed shut. For a brief moment, he almost looked to be in pain, his jaw tightening into a grimace, but then he opened his mouth and released a deep growl, and Sara felt him release into her. He held himself against her for a second and then thrust again, draining himself of everything he had.

He opened his eyes and Sara smiled at his dazed expression before bringing her hands to his shoulder and pulling him to her. He collapsed gratefully into her arms, his forehead pressed against the side of her neck. She put a hand in his hair and stroked it, nuzzling against him, still so incredibly blissful. With her other hand, she felt his back, still able to feel the trembling of his muscles as he recovered. They rested like this, Sara even closing her eyes because she felt so drowsy, until Grissom lifted his head and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

“I’m too heavy,” he murmured and withdrew from her. Sara could feel the wetness between her thighs and smiled. He moved to his back and quickly pulled Sara to him. Now it was her turn to rest her head on his chest and he stroked her hair.

“That was utterly amazing,” Sara sighed and Grissom quickly agreed. They were silent then, Grissom continuing to stroke her hair as she struggled to get even closer to him. She intertwined their legs and put an arm around his waist.

After about five minutes, Grissom lifted his head to kiss her hair and then moved his hand to her back.

“Sara? What would you say if I told you I love you and asked you to marry me?” he asked. He waited for a response and when he didn’t get one he became a little panicked. “Sara?”

Then he heard the soft snore. He smiled, very relieved, and couldn’t help but feel quite proud of himself. He’d managed to exhaust her, the same woman that seemed to never rest. ‘Well,’ he thought to himself, ‘I can always ask again tomorrow…when I’ve finished kissing her everywhere I wanted to tonight.’

Then he closed his eyes and her steady breathing quickly lured him to sleep.