Disclaimer: Me, own CSI? Yeah, right.
A/N: I apologize to all the Pride and Prejudice fans.
Summary: A change of paint, mixed in with a little bit of lurrvee.
"Grissom…" Sara growled in a low voice. He simply watched her with a goofy grin on his face, poised and prepared for her next move. She jumped not too long after, smearing red paint down his cheek and neck to match the line on her forehead and the huge dot on the end of her nose. "Gotcha!" she pranced back to the wall she was painting and turned her back. An evil idea ran quickly through his head and he picked up a paintbrush to set it in motion. He ran the brush through the can of paint and then flicked the paint all over her back. She turned with a look of complete horror on her face, dropped the brush in her hand and rushed him. "That is it!" she exclaimed as she grabbed his arms and started fighting him, her smile growing ever bigger.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he gently teased her, spurring her on.
"Oh, I'm positive," she started jostling with him until he spun her around into him, his arms wrapped tightly around her, immobilizing her.
"If you want me to keep helping you out with painting you living room Miss Sidle, you better surrender now," he sultrily explained to her, mouth just close enough to her ear that his whiskers brushed up against her skin.
"Fine," she gave up and he reluctantly let her go. Their proximity was driving both of them nuts. She turned to face him and shrugged her shoulders and simply said, "Psych." She launched herself towards him a second time for a second time. This time he wrestled her to the ground easily, his strength far greater than hers. He pinned her to the floor by her wrists, both of laughing good-heartedly. They both stopped however when they realized just exactly what position they were in. Her stomach lurched at the realization and a primal instinct stirred inside of him. He gazed at her and it dawned on him just how beautiful she was.
"I love you," he sputtered out.
"What?" her eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do. I…" he pressed his lips to her neck, "love…" then to her jaw, "you," and his lips came to rest upon hers.