Grissom kept muttering phrases like: "The end of the world" and "Third time is the charm" while he was sleeping.
Sara was becoming amused, her laugh woke him from his slumber.
"What?" he growled waking up, but when she caressed his chest, the growl changed into a contented sigh.
"You kept uttering clichés in your sleep." She kissed him on his nose.
"I had a nightmare," he pouted.
Sara kissed him on his lips and pulled away slightly. "I can help you forget all about that dream," as her hand dipped lower to the elastic of his boxers.
"Please do."