For Tonight
Grissom looks over at the sleeping woman next to him. He had pretended to fall asleep almost an hour before he heard her breathing slow to the lulling pattern it's in now.
He turns his gaze from her to the ceiling and closes his eyes, exhaling softly.
He isn't going to sleep tonight…
It all started with a simple invitation…An, amendment, if you'd go that far, for the painful neglect he'd given her the past few sexually tensioned years. She accepted, shockingly enough, and they ended up sitting on his couch at the end of the night, both knowing it was time for her to leave, but neither of them wanting her to.
Every time he brought up the prospect of their relationship, she would tense and stress the fact that she preferred to take one day at a time.
Grissom knew that she'd want nothing more than to have the satisfaction of waking up next to the same man every morning. He knew she was lying about not wanting to get ahead of herself.
But he understood.
He had hurt her. He regretted it, but he had to face the fact that it was a fact. She didn't want to let herself get swept away and have him pull away just as he had done all those times before.
He couldn't remember how they started kissing.
One moment they were chatting, she had laughed slightly, and he looked at her with new eyes. The next moment her smile faded as he leaned in and kissed her. She chuckled lightly when the kiss broke.
His beard tickled her.
This elicited a smile he couldn't suppress. Shockingly enough, she kissed him next. This of course, went from nervous kissing and necking to a mad attempt to capture every inch of the new partner's skin.
Fingers searched wildly, seeking and finding places that neither had had discovered in a painfully long time.
Without quite knowing how it happened, they ended up in Grissom's spacious bedroom, kissing and sighing and moaning and relishing in the moment they'd been lucky enough to share together.
Finally, he entered her and as they moved against each other, he knew what pure bliss felt like.
The lab and the crimes and the maniacs and the guilt were so far away.
Afterward they lay there, at a loss for words, bathed in each other's sweat.
Neither of them said a word.
Neither of them needed to.
Now, Grissom looks over at her again.
Suddenly her eyes clench tighter and her fingers curl into fists.
He strokes her hair and she finally loosens up.
Her past will never let her go and he knows this. He knows she's riddled with issues that no one will be able to help her out of completely.
Her hair is mussed and her breath is sourly escaping her agape lips.
Her stomach isn't as flat and her breasts aren't as large as she'd like them to be.
But to him, she's beautiful.
He reaches out and touches her face, the smoothness of it shocking him just as it had earlier in the night.
She's not a model.
She's a working woman with problems and a haunting past and flaws.
She's exquisite.
She's Sara.
She's his…
…If only for tonight.