Disclaimer: - I do not own the characters.
Thank you to JJ for his help on this one. Comments appreciated.
Grissom awakens suddenly as a stray hand wanders across his midriff. Ignoring the brunette in his king size bed he scurries out of it and wondering where the hell he put his glasses, he blindly begins to look for them.
He quickly grabs his shirt and trousers off the floor and scurries to the bathroom. I'm never late.
Jumping into the shower he trips over the mat, sending him flying into the wall. This causes that very expensive shampoo to spill it's contents all over his head. Grissom is not at all amused. To make matters worse, the power abruptly goes off leaving him standing dripping wet, cursing the mat and wondering why an earth he got into this job at all.
In the bedroom, the tall woman opens her eyes reluctantly as images of her past experience tumble into the depths of her head. Pushing this to the back of her mind, she follows the sound of the shower.
Sara sneakily pokes her head round the bathroom door unable to control her laughter as through the dim light she can make out Grissom clutching his genitals protectively.
"Griss, are you okay?"
"Yes."
Grissom imagines Sara's face creeping into a little smile. He smirks.
"Come on Sar, we're going to be late, you could pass me a towel or something."
"I would much rather admire the view."
"Sara. Please." His voice is firm.
"Okay, okay" Sara fumbles in the darkness. She manages to grab a towel and throws it in the direction of Grissom. It misses completely, causing Sara to fall about laughing. Grissom squints through the darkness, looking for the outline of Sara's body. The power conveniently returns, leaving a giggling Sara standing bare as God intended next to the bath tub.
Her giggling abruptly stops as she feels Grissom's eyes study her body. Realizing she has been stood dormant for quite a few embarrassing moments with her mouth wide open, she runs into the bedroom.
She bites her lip nervously as she hears the bathroom door open. Grissom steps into the bedroom wearing just a towel. A now scruffy, but fully dressed Sara can't help herself but stare at this man that she has wanted for so long.
She runs her hand through her hair hiding the redness in her cheeks. Her hair is clumped and lumpy.
I knew the cream was not a good idea…
Hastily, the wipes the thought of spreading cream on Grissom's chest out of her head and draws her eyes away from his body.
"Ah, Griss, I better be off, see if I have enough time to get some clothes from my place, catch a quick shower. My hair could do with a good wash."
"Yes, stale cream never did smell that good."
"You know, that was-." She smirks. "…Never mind."
Making sure his towel does not fall off in the process; Grissom leads Sara to the door and holds it out in a sarcastic gentle man type way.
"Thank-you Sir."
"You may call me Gil." His mouth lifts slightly at the corners before breaking into a grin.
"See you at work…Gil."
Tbc..
