A/N: OK peeps this is my first ever attempt at fanfic, so please be kind! I'll admit now I am pretty useless at writing but I had this going around my head so I thought I'd give it a bash.
Disclaimer: CSI- not mine, wish it was, but sadly not the case.
As the cobwebs slowly began to clear, Gil Grissom stretched up one hand to rub haphazardly at his eyes. The other hand soon followed as he stretched out his tired, aching muscles. Slowly his surroundings came into view; the walls a deep midnight blue, the night stand sporting his bedside lamp along with a small pile of books, the door leading out to the corridor to the rest of their house.
their house.
The thought made Gil smile.
Slowly he turned over in the large soft bed and let his eyes fall upon the woman he had secretly loved for nearly a decade, her soft brown waves of hair cascading across the pillow, her womanly curves clear through the thin sheet which covered her form.
Perching himself up on his left hand, he smiled and reached out his right hand to gently trace the curves of her profile, never touching, always just a breath away.
"What are you doing?" came the low husky voice, still half asleep.
Gil smiled again . How does she do that? he thought to himself. How does she always know when I'm looking at her?
The form before him gracefully turned until they were finally face to face.
"Well?" she asked again.
Gil took in a deep breath and then let it out again on a long sigh.
"I'm just etching every detail of your body into my mind" he replied.
Sara scrunched up her nose. "Why?" she asked.
"Because I am worried that this is just one amazing dream, and I want to take in every single detail of you before I wake up. " Gill took another long breath "The way you look, the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste, I want to remember it all" he replied, gently running his right hand across her porcelain shoulder and down her long slender left arm.
Sara let out a deep throaty laugh. That laugh that Gil loved so much. The laugh that made him remember that not everything is wrong with the world.
"I'm here, Gil. I'm not a dream. I'm not going anywhere"
"Ah, but if you are in fact just a figment of my imagination, then you would say that" he reasoned. Sara nodded in gentle agreement.
Gil let his index finger trace her face as he drew in another long deep breath. On a sigh, he shook his head, once... twice... and finally, in a voice Sara barely heard, Gil concluded
"No... no, that's not a risk I'm willing to take"
Gil lent forward and softly settled his lips on those of his new wife.