Muffins
A/N- Hey all! This is my first finished fic. And I know it's short... But it's good. ) I came up with this fic while I was writing an exam the other day... I finished way to early and ended up writing this on a piece of paper... Which is where the title came from! Because it already had muffins written on it! Anyways, I'll shut up now.
He lay his hands down with the silence of a butterfly.
Surveying the work that lay before him, he felt a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face.
She watched him anxiously from the other side of the table, wondering if the man standing across from her had turned to stone. She could swear on her life that it was a Siren staring up at him from the table, instead of what it actually was. Well, she just wished it was for any other reason than the actual reason…
Back to the actual reason, which was making her want to check he still had a pulse in his stone stiff body.
'Grissom?' she said reluctantly.
Her reply was silence, not one movement, not one twitch at all.
Was what he had in front of him really that bad?
She was worried now, desperately; she thought it might just a small reaction out of him, maybe even a very large reaction! But to have absolutely no reaction at all was worse than both of those put together, pure torture actually.
'Gil?'
And there it was, that one movement she had been waiting for. His hand. He picked it up off the table with a great deal of slowness, reaching towards what he had been looking at.
With what seemed like an even greater deal of slowness, he picked one of them up and proceeded to take a bite…
Chew…
She wished he would swallow and actually say something to her!
Chew, chew, chew…
She quirked an eyebrow at him and folded her arms over her chest, finally sick of this waiting game.
Chew, chew, chew… Swallow.
Anticipation permeated the room…
'Hmm… Quite nice.'
Sara flopped down into the chair she had been standing next to, burying her head in her hands while Grissom continued to study what he had just eaten.
Realizing her distress, he turned away from it and faced her.
'Are you okay, honey?' he asked with concern and his own quirked eyebrow.
'Four failed batches,' she said, with exasperation, as she turned to look at him, 'One burnt,' she started counting them off on her fingers, ' one had too much water, one too little, another too much yeast, and the last one I forgot because someone insisted we go for a picnic," she said with a small smile at the memory. 'I finally get it right and all I get is 'quite nice'?' as she asked she turned her head to look at her shoes again.
Grissom came around the table and knelt down in front of her. He took her hand in his.
'It's just a muffin,' he said as he gently pushed her chin up and lay the muffin in her hand.
Suddenly realizing how stupid she had been, she started laughing.
Grissom was pleased and subtly tugged on her hand. Feeling this, she let herself drop onto the floor next to him.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she turned to look into his deep blue eyes.
'You know, our kitchen floor is dirty…' she said with a gap-toothed smile on her face.
He laughed and pulled her into a hug. He was glad to finally be able to hold her… Even if it was on their dirty kitchen floor.
A/N- There is NOTHING kinky about the whole dirty kitchen floor, okay!?! It's just a dirty kitchen floor, THEIR dirty kitchen floor... Seriously...
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