A/N: So, I was listening to this CD today and when I came across this song, as I have many times, I thought that it fit perfectly with GSR. It is by Sara Evans and is called 'The Secrets That We Keep.' Youtube it or something, it really is a beautiful song. So thanks to Sara Evans for being her and creating this song, so that I could create this fic. The opening scene is from the season six episode 'Time of Your Death.' I think most GSR fans recognize the eye-sex scene going on.
As always, big ol' thank you to Emily. Also, a very happy birthday to Emily's mom and also, a very Happy Anniversary to her mom and dad. They're fabulous people who really should help us rule the world.
Also, I have never done a songfic like this. So let me know what you think.
-The Secrets That We Keep-
Across a crowded
room
I can't keep my eyes off you
You take my breath away
"They probably thought that they just taught him a lesson." Catherine said, referring to the case.
"They did: Don't confuse fantasy with reality." You said those words and instantly sought out my eyes.
Neither of us has been able to stop glancing at each other all day. However, when Greg speaks we reluctantly break our gaze.
"Well, hush money or not, you have to admit that whole fantasy night thing was a pretty cool gift from a very generous boss." Greg looks to you with such an adorable face, I can't help it, I must help him.
"Greg, don't you have a birthday coming up?" I ask with a smirk at his antics. Greg always has been and no doubt, always will be a character.
"Why, yes, Sara, I do." He replies, as if he hadn't a clue about it. Smooth.
I can hardly control myself as I notice how your eyes keep finding mine, or should I say me? I'm pretty sure a few times it wasn't my eyes you were looking at.
"I'm thinking, ear-shredding rock, a beautiful model, boatloads of sushi and...latex." Catherine carefully considers the options for what would be fun for Greg and I try to contain my laughter. She was right on the money.
"Eh, that was last year." Greg shrugs off with a smirk.
Then, you have to go a say that. As if I wasn't having a hard enough time not blushing under your intense gaze.
"I think fantasies are best kept private." And that wasn't good enough. No, you have to add that sexy little look my way that makes me glad that there's a table covering my legs, otherwise everyone would know they were shaking.
Thankfully, Nick comes in, distracting us some talking about the case. Though, when he shows us all that bracelet, I have to say, that I saw the way you looked at me, studying my reaction. I don't need or want some piece of jewelry worth more than everything in my apartment that I would wear once. If that. Really. And I hope that my lack of reaction to it portrays that.
"The biggest fantasy here in Vegas is that everything happens by chance. Nothing here happens by chance. The odds are set before you even walk off the plane." Nick says before leaving the room. Back to just the four of us. And your eyes are still conveniently finding me. Granted, it's not hard, as we are seated across from each other, but all the same…
"You know, I'd settle for a birthday breakfast." Greg quips and I smile. Relentless.
"Now, that is a fantasy." Catherine teases him, and finally they both leave the room. Just us. And suddenly I'm feeling very warm.
Looking at me
now
I know what you are thinking about
You are thinking about
the way
You woke me up this morning and made sweet love to me
I can tell what you're thinking just by the way you're looking at me. It's that look. If anyone saw us here together, they could only classify it as 'eye-sex.' You're thinking about today, before work, when you woke me up. I have to say, you make such a better alarm clock than that plastic clock from WalMart. Let's just say that today was one time that Sara Sidle, workaholic, did not want to come to work.
Oh baby
I
love the way you touch me
You know my body so well
You do much
more to love me
Oh, and your hands. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love those hands of yours. I'm getting a chill just thinking about it, and I can't help but look down to the table at them, sitting neatly on top of some papers. I watch as you not so sneakily check me out. It took some getting used to at first, the stoic Gil Grissom so openly admiring…well, me. But now, I thoroughly enjoy it. It makes me think about later…
Wrapped up inside of you is where I
want to be
Because no body knows
No body knows
No body knows
the secrets that we keep
When we first decided to give us a shot, I have to say I was a little disheartened about having to keep it quiet. In some ways I suppose I still am, but at the same time, I love it. It's just us. Nobody knows. I love having this incredible secret with you. Shift is over and we too, leave. Taking our respective vehicles back to our townhouse. The sound of that still makes me suppress a giggle. I swear if you knew you would never stop making fun of me. Me, like a giddy teenager who has her first crush. I live with Gil Grissom. Hehe. Yup, there's that giggle.
Once we get
inside these four walls
All the hesitation falls
We can't wait
no more
You made it home first as is evident by your car in the driveway. And as fast I can, I make it inside. I haven't even fully entered before your lips are attacking mine. I like it. Here, in this house, our home, there's no caution, no looking over our shoulders, or pretending that we're merely friends or colleagues. It's just us, being us, being together. In love.
As you help
me get undressed you don't have to guess
Baby you know what I
want
I want to love you til the sun comes up
Til I am sure you
are satisfied
As we make our way
to the bedroom, you slowly pull my top up and over my head, letting
it drop haphazardly to the floor to found later. My bra soon follows.
I love the feel of the calloused skin of your hands gliding up my
back and then down my arms. It is by far the most enticing motion.
And you know it. You know what I like, what I love and what I can't
do without. You always do pay attention to the details and follow
that evidence. If only people knew that that
particular…talent…extended way beyond a crime scene. We
don't often get these times together do to work. Most times we come
home so exhausted we're lucky to share a goodnight kiss before we
both crash, or when we start something we're just as quickly
interrupted by the shrilling sounds of our cell phones going off,
another day, another crime and another scene to examine. But when we
do get this time together, all I want to do is make love to you. For
hours. Until we're both sated and spent, where we can curl up
together and sleep, and dream. This is one of those times, and you
know it. And together, we just be and love. For hours.
Oh
baby
I love the way you touch me
You know my body so well
You
do much more to love me
Wrapped up inside of you is
where I want to be
Because no body knows
The secrets that we
keep, yeah.
Ohh, Wrapped up inside of you
Is where I
want to be
'Cause no body knows
No body knows
No body
knows
No body knows
The secrets that we keep.
Laying here, in your arms, you slowly graze you fingers along the length of my arm which is thrown across your stomach, and then down to caress my side. I love when you do that. In such a small gesture, you make me feel so loved, so safe, so warm. I couldn't be happier if I tried. Maybe someday people will know, and we'll cross that bridge when we get there, but for now, this our secret. The secret that we keep.