A/N I wrote this for a class and thought I would post it. Thanks to Joan and Cybro for the beta work.

There is no falsity compelling her to touch me. No chalk on my face, no print powder on my shirt. Just me, a fifty-year-old scientist who's been in love with her through changing seasons and countless rotations of the earth.

She is touching me though. Her naked body against my naked body.

I can't hold in my stomach now. Well I could but not for any length of time. I can't say something witty or pull an obscure quote from my frontal lobe. Nope, there's nothing but our nude bodies, the smell of sex and the very real possibility that I won't be able to get it up for another 24 hours.

Her nose is nuzzling my neck and the urge to flee overwhelms me. Her slim leg and muscled calf are thrown across my thigh. They nail me in place with what is a reaction to my reticence. She can, in fact, read my mind.

I have questions but I won't ask them because I know the answers. So I guess they aren't really questions are they?

She's not the only one that can read minds. It was too fast. It seems to me that there were only four or five thrusts and it was over. I probably wasn't large enough. My prowess, despite my age, was most certainly lacking. I should have tricks and moves that set her to trembling and I do but she doesn't know that.

When she falls asleep, of that I can be sure since she worked a triple, I will leave and save her the embarrassment of the "ums" and "can't we just be friends."

Relief floods through me because finally it's over and she knows me for the fraud I am. Fraud? No, that's not the word. I never presented myself as a great lover, a Casanova. She fell for a gray haired, moody, difficult never-married bachelor. I look good in the window but once you take me home you find out that I'm not nearly as much fun as you thought. Lucky for her there is a lenient return policy.

Maybe I should engage in a little cunnilingus before I go, leave her with a smile. There's something to consider. Go out with bang as it were.

Her hand is sliding over my chest now. "Stop it."

"I'm not," I lie.

"Yeah you are," she shoots back. "We've got next shift off. Go to sleep. We'll eat in a few hours. It'll be good."

I might cry. I will cry. Maybe she's right. Dammit, where's her strong Grissom now?

"I'm sorry." There go the first words of my note. Now what do I do for an opener?

"For not taking me out to dinner?" she giggles in my neck. Her breath is stale from the long shift and hot. My lips turn on their on accord and give her a quick kiss.

"Sorry it wasn't very good."

"Griss-"

"It'll be better next time." Oh geez, now I have committed to screwing this up one more time forgetting the fact that I was considering oral sex just seconds before.

"I came really fast too." Her head is lifted now and she is looking into my eyes. The dark circles are starting to fade.

"Yeah?"

Her mouth pushes out and she looks sheepish for a moment. "Like two seconds after you were in me. I thought you might notice."

"Oh." I can't think of what else to say. What do I do now? Is she blaming me? Why didn't I know? "What can I do?" I breathe my own stale air onto her face.

Dark hair moves from side to side as she shakes her head. "Look we both have wanted this for a long time. We just had to get that first bit out of the way. K?"

I nod and lick my lips. "What do we do?"

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "I told you Griss, we sleep. We eat."

"So we're okay?" A glimmer of something similar to hope breaks through the rest of my stuff.

"Yes," she replies yawning and resting her head on my shoulder.