Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI.
Facing the Past
He quietly climbs back into bed next to her, pleased that he didn't wake her when he climbed out a few minutes ago.
She said that she wanted to be awake early today because it's her Birthday, and she wants them to spend the whole day together. They've been separated for each others Birthday for last past few years, so today feels extra special that they get to spend it together. He plans on taking her to Lake Mead for a romantic picnic, and then he's booked a table at a nice restaurant for tonight. She said that she doesn't want any gifts because him being here is enough to make her happy, and although he knows that she hates receiving gifts he's just left a trail of them throughout the house for her. Of course he's going to spoil her on her Birthday, he'd spoil her every day of the year if she'd let him.
The early morning sun is shining brightly through the window and highlighting her face, making her look, if at all possible, even more stunning.
He knows that he should but he doesn't have the heart to wake her up; she looks looks so peaceful. She's laying on top of the duvet, wearing a short silk, baby blue, nightdress; high up her legs and low on her cleavage.
He groans inwardly.
Her right hand is resting across her abdomen and her left arm is stretched above her head, it's as if she's re-enacting the fall of a Disney princess.
Smiling to himself he allows his eyes to search over her long and lean body; over every dimple, curve and freckle, until he finds her face again. There's a small smile playing over her mouth and suddenly he has the urge to slowly make love to her.
But he still can't bare to wake her up.
He slowly lifts his hand to her face and traces the out line of her jaw with his index finger, before lightly touching it to her lips.
He chuckles when he hears her moan quietly.
Unable to resist any longer he leans down and touches his mouth to her, lingering until he feels her kiss him back.
She moans again, and he moves his lips to her cheek, then her nose and forehead, before he starts kissing up her arm, which is still sprawled above her head. He softly kisses up to her wrist and then kisses her palm, and he's just about to work his way back down to her lips when she cups his face in her freshly kissed hand.
"Mmm... I could get used to you being my alarm clock." she whispers, smiling.
"Happy Birthday." he replies, turning to kiss her palm again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just couldn't resist kissing you..."
"Well... don't stop..."
He raises his eyebrows for a brief moment and then starts to work his mouth back down to hers, where he kisses her deeply.
Running his right hand slowly down the length of her body, he caresses the area which he knows is extra sensitive; a small area on her left hip. He draws small patterns with his fingers until he feels her body quiver beneath him, and she makes a noise somewhere between a squeal and a heartfelt moan.
He smiles and continues to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to take control of the moment.
His touch is soft, it's as if he caressing the most precious item in the world and he's afraid to break it. But in his eyes he is, Sara is his most precious. He could live without everything he has in life, except for Sara; his soulmate, his heart. He's never believed in fate, he's only only ever believed in facts; the science, but he truly believes that he and Sara were made specifically for eachother, and that they'll be together forever. No matter what. He knows that that they're complete opposites, but at the same time they're exactly the same. Sara's young (younger than him anyway), bubbly, emotional, and a vegetarian, whilst Gil is older, quiet, he doesn't really show his emotions, and he loves meat. But they're both science geeks; fascinated by how things work, workaholics, stubborn, and before they finally became a couple they both craved the same thing; love and eachother. Now nothing will ever tear them apart; no other man or woman, no psychotic serial killer, no other reason.
Settling himself between her legs, he moves his mouth from hers and kisses down to her ear.
"This will be one Birthday which you'll never forget." he groans
Sara involuntarily quivers again, and she smiles.
"Oh, really? How?"
"Let me show you."
The next few hours are spent rolling around under the duvet, both on the bed and on on the floor. Their lovemaking was slow; intimate and intense. For the most part he struggled to hold on, but he wanted this to be special for her.
And it was.
Just as she thought that she couldn't hold on any longer, he'd pull back and slow down, and start to kiss her. And then when she thought that she would explode just by his kisses he'd start moving within her again, starting a whole new sensation.
He drove her crazy with need. But when he knew that she was finally ready for him he whispered words of love to her, and with one long stroke they climaxed together.
Sara's heart is still beating wildly minutes later. She can't even find the strength to roll over and cuddle into him, so they're both laying on their backs with huge grins spread across their faces.
"Was that good enough for the Birthday Girl?" he chuckles.
Her eyes twinkle as she stares up at the ceiling.
"Meh... I've had better..."
He can't stop his mouth from dropping open in disbelief, but he laughs at her sarcasm.
"Let's try again then, shall we?"
"Mmm...lets."
Wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing his face down to hers, she's just just about to kiss him when there's a knock on the front door. The hold still for a moment, their eyes darting from side to side as they listen to see if there's another knock. When there isn't their lips crush crush together in a heated kiss, the kind of kiss which sends heartbeats ricocheting off the charts, but then there's another knock on the door.
They both laugh as they look into eachothers eyes.
"I'll get the door." Sara growls, as she squirms out from underneath her husband.
Grabbing her dressing gown she bounds out of the bedroom and down the hall way.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." she yells as there's another knock.
Without looking through the peephole she pulls open the door, fighting back a growl of disapproval at being pulled from her bed. The first thing she sees is the worlds largest bouquet of roses, in a range of colours.
"Delivery for Sara Grissom?" says a young man, his eyes peeping over the top of the flowers.
Sara smiles at hearing her being called 'Sara Grissom'. Although she did change her name, she still goes by 'Sidle' at work.
"Err...yeah, that's me." she replies, completely in awe.
She accepts the flowers and thanks the delivery guy. For a moment she just stands at the door inhaling the wonderful scent, before taking a step backwards back inside the house. Smiling, she turns around then gasps.
How on earth did she miss this on her way out?
The coffee table is topped with a bundle of neatly wrapped gifts, with a few dotted around the floor leading to the bedroom, and with Hank sitting nearby keeping guard.
"Hey boy." she whispers, moving slowly over to the table. She sets the flowers down by the side of the sofa and starts to pet her beloved dog. "I told him that I didn't want any gifts. He never listens."
Hank groans happily in reply as Sara scratches behind his ears.
"Gil Grissom, get your butt out here right now!"
He arrives in the living room a few moments later, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with an innocent look across his face; he knows he's in trouble.
"Don't look at me with those puppy dog eyes." she says. "I told you that I didn't want you to buy me presents."
"Well that alright because they're not from me."
Sara opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it, confused by his words.
"They're from Hank." he smiles.
"Cute, Gil. Very cute." She sighs. "Gil, I don't want you to spoil me. I don't like it."
"Well... it's tough, because I love to spoil you. You deserve it. Anyway, it's not much. Just some silly little things."
When she stands up he walks towards her and takes her in his arms.
"I love you, Sara."
Smiling, she reaches up and places a soft kiss on his lips, before burrowing her head against his shoulder.
"I love you, too." she whispers. "And thanks for the flowers. They're gorgeous."
He lightly kisses the top of her head.
"Why don't you go get ready and I'll make us some breakfast." he says, making no effort to release her from his grasp.
"Aww..." she frowns, pulling away from him. "Is our fun over?"
Raising his eyebrows he pats her ass and chuckles softly.
"It hasn't even begun yet."
Now it's Sara's turn to raise her eyebrow, and they fall into a staring match. All four eyes are sparkling with passion, and she feels her heart do a double beat as she watches Gil open his mouth a little. However, she breaks the spell when she laughs and she quickly pecks him on the lips.
"I'll go check the mail and then get ready." she says and heads towards the front door, but the she turns her head back towards her husband. "Feel free to join me in the shower..."
She opens the front door and heads out to the mailbox, followed by Hank. It's a beautiful day. The sun is bright and hot and there's not a cloud in the sky. She smiles as she watches Hank run around the front lawn chasing some birds and barking frantically.
"Yeah, Hank, that's how you catch the bad guys. Make as much noise as possible."
Unlocking the mailbox she groans when she finds a handful of bills, but she collects them and heads back up towards the house.
"Hank!" she chuckles, as the dog jumps up at her and knocks the letters out of her hand.
He obediently sits down by her feet and Sara crouches down next to him to pick up the dropped mail, that's when she sees an envelope addressed to her. Still crouching next to Hank she tears open the envelope curiously and pulls out the neatly folded letter to read. But she barely makes it past the first sentence when her heart starts to race. She blinks a few times to try to rid the black haze which is covering her eyes, but it won't shift.
She falls backwards and lands on her ass, fighting to keep her eyes open.
Gil was right. This will be one Birthday which she won't forget in a hurry.
TBC...
Okay, not my best, and I struggled with SMUT (that's why I missed it out), but hopefully it will turn out okay.
Lynne xo