Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own them, I'm much too romantic lately.
I want my angsty muse back... ;)
Frosting on the Flakes
"We're not marrying people." She dropped the sentence into his cornflakes bowl one morning, frowning at him over a spoon full of yoghurt.
Since he had no idea where this conversation came from and where it was going, Grissom decided to shrug.
"I never said we were." he answered and kept his eyes fixed on the newspaper. He wondered why he was never prepared for conversations like this. One needed to be prepared for them but Sara, notorious for having spontaneous thoughts pop into her head, came up with these things out of the blue and left him reeling for an answer.
"No you didn't." she stated, took a sip of her tea and returned to her part of the newspaper. Apparently she was satisfied with his answer.
Things like these drove him insane. Instead of elaborating, she pulled a Grissom (yeah, he knew she had it from him) and just munched away on her fruit and yoghurt after dropping something that might possibly be significant to their relationship onto the breakfast table.
Now he couldn't possibly concentrate on his newspaper anymore. Her sentence sat on the table like a fat, red, giggling monster and distracted him from the sports section.
"Do you think we're marrying people?" he asked, put down the paper and focused his attention on the woman across from him. Her head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes.
"I don't know. I guess not. I'm not sure. It's just… I was thinking… I was trying to picture us…" Sara stammered, her eyes growing wider with each attempted sentence. It amused him and he smiled.
"You can't picture us getting married?" he asked, trying hard not to laugh at her big eyes.
"No! I can see us getting married but I can't see myself in a dress. I mean, I can see you in a suit, you wear suits when you go to court but I don't do dresses." she blurted.
"You don't have to wear a dress. There are plenty of women getting married in pants these days." Grissom tried to reassure her. Not that he wanted to get married. Did he want to get married?
"Well… I just… do we need rings and certificates to know that we're, you know, in love?" she asked, leaning her elbows on the table.
"I don't think we do. It's traditional though. Listen, I know you have this… thing with weddings. We don't have to get married. I just want you to know that if you wanted to get married I wouldn't say no." He blinked a couple of times; trying to figure out if his sentence had come out awkward.
"Really? You would… get married?" she asked, her surprise evident in her voice. A shy smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth and she blushed slightly.
Grissom thought about it for a moment, not that he really needed to but he enjoyed being suspenseful. It was all about the suspense.
"Yes. Yes, I'd get married to you." he answered after a moment and smiled again. Returning the smile, she continued to eat her yoghurt.
"Good." Sara said between chews and that was that.
No proposals, no promises, only the security that when they both were ready, there was the possibility of getting married. They didn't need more than that possibility.
The End.