I have no idea where this came from. It was written on a whim, of course, most likely because I miss GSR so much. Unbeta'ed, so don't shoot me if there are any errors (though presumably there are plenty).
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After the first time, they couldn't restrain themselves.
She'd sleep over his house - or he at hers - after a long night of work and sleep peacefully, like an old married couple.
When they woke up later in the day, however, refreshed and rejuvenated, they made love.
In bed saying good morning, in the shower rinsing themselves off, on the kitchen counter top while making dinner, on the couch during commercial breaks, in his home office when he needed a break from work. Everywhere.
It's not like they were sex fiends, Sara reasoned one night while curled against his naked side. It's the fact that for nine years they had to wait as the sexual tension quietly and discreetly built up. And finally, it's being released.
They have to make up for lost time, of course.
And with that conclusion, Sara rolled on top of Grissom and commenced to suck forcefully on his neck, grinding her implications into his pelvis.
Naturally, he didn't mind one bit. Grissom rationalized that he only had thirty or forty more years with her, and shit if he wasn't going to take advantage of that. He was much older than her, sure, but when he was with Sara, buried deep inside, he never felt more alive.
And here they were again; touching, tasting, pleasuring, discovering.
Not having sex, but making love.