Short story. Something that might happen between Sara and Grissom. Smile! T+ for adult kissing…
Reviews please! And Grammar Nazi (I know you're out there), for give my bad spelling…
The sun was setting slowly over the strip as Grissom lay in his bed asleep. Both he and Sara were wrapped up tight in their blankets. Hank, lay at their feet. Suddenly, Gil's cellphone alarm went off. The vibrations alone spooked him out of his slumber.
Grissom quickly slapped off the alarm and checked the time. He groaned as he stretched out across his side of the bed. He smiled, seeing Sara wasn't awake yet. He shifted his body to the left and leaned in on her with this next stretch. Sara didn't budge. So, Gil leaned into her a little more. She groaned and shoved him off with her shoulder.
"You're invading my bubble." She moaned. Grissom didn't let up.
"You're bubble?" Gil asked and leaned back onto Sara. She moaned, shoved him off and replied:
"Yeah, my personal space. Now get off!"
"Ah. Haven't I invaded your personal space before?" Grissom teased.
"Not the same thing. I'm cozy like this." Sara said just as Grissom was about to lean on her again, "Now quit it!"
Grissom turned onto his stomach and leaned in. He brought his pointer finger about an inch away from Sara's arm.
"So, is this in your bubble?" He joked.
"Yes." Sara replied flatly. Grissom moved closer, but still did not touch her.
"So, just to clarify, this is in your bubble?" Grissom said with a smirk. Sara turned to him. She was trying hard not to show her smile.
"Yes." She said. Grissom nodded. He moved in and gave Sara a kiss on the lips.
"How about this?" Gil said as he moved lower and gave her a kiss on the neck.
"That too." Grissom moved slightly lower.
"How about -"
"Grissom!" Sara said and pushed him off of her.
"What?" He shot back, pretending to be innocent.
"Come on. I'm not in the mood." Sara said.
"Since when?" Gil fought back.
"Since now. Now stop." Sara wined.
"I'm a scientist. I was experimenting." Gil claimed.
"Oh really?" Sara asked.
"Yeah!" Gil exclaimed. Sara chuckled. Gil continued "I was merely testing my hypothesis."
"And what was your hypothesis?" Sara asked.
"That women form a 'personal space' bubble only after they are married." Grissom joked. Sara laughed.
"Geek." She stated.
"Geeks should be revered." Gil argued.
"Then I should have married Greg." Sara joked.
"Hey!" Gil said. Sara pouted her lips to hide her smile. "I thought you said you married me because I was cuter than everybody else."
"Yeah. But Greg's cute too." Sara said. Grissom frowned that innocent little boy frown and Sara couldn't help but smile.
"I married you didn't I?"
"True." Grissom shrugged. Grissom resumed his spot on his side of the bed and covered himself back up with blankets. Sara turned to him and rested her head on his chest. She took a deep breath.
"Gil, you know I love you. Greg is like Catherine is to you. He's like that little brother you never knew you wanted." Sara explained.
"Or the little brother you'd lock in the closet when he calls you ancient." Grissom replied.
"What?" Sara asked, raising her head.
"Nothing. He called me old accidentally once. I considered locking him in my locker for awhile, but it wouldn't have worked out the way I'd want it to." Grissom explained, recalling the time Greg had found money from Eisenhower's time in a mansion's ceiling and had rushed to Grissom in his excitement of finding "ancient" money.
Sara shook her head and laid back down on Gil's chest. Their breath's began to slow and the two quickly fell back asleep.
