It's my first english fanfic... I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have...
"I have sex dreams... about, you know... You"
Her low and husky tone of voice, make him shiver.
When he got home the first thing he wanted was a really cold shower.
Why was she fantasying about him?
He was creepy middle-age guy and she was a beautiful 33 year old woman.
What was she seeing in him?
That question was eating him inside… Why she had to be so incredible honest about her desires and fantasies?
Why was she telling him all this? In order of drive him crazy? 'Cause it was working…
He started to imagining things.
Grissom replay the confession over and over, hoping to remember any minims details about her face while she was speaking about those dreams.
"I just want to be true with you. I know that our relationship is pure profession, and I wanna us to be like this too, but I… I felt that I should talk to you.
"I have this new schedule. I make a committee with myself that I would be full honest with people. And I think I should start out with you. I know sounds weird and I'm very sorry for all of it."
But nothing came up. He was totally caught up on her words to remember anything else.
He make a point of not calling her right after.
But still… Grissom wanted to. He knew it was difficult to her.
But he was scare of what he could do to calm her down.
To make her feel more normal.
Tell her that he feels the same way about her.
Grissom couldn't do it back in the days. But something had changed.
At least he had that warm and comfy felling of partnership that someday would lead that "thing" between them to another level.
A simple confession that brought them together… You know… Eventually.