Disclaimer: Dear writers at CSI – yes you rolling your eyes at us for hanging on every word you get the characters to say (and a lot of emotive acting the wonderful cast add to those words of yours) what are you laughing at… at least you can take satisfaction in the fact that people are listening to you!!
Author Notes: I fought wilfully against the need to write this, and lost… I have no entomology knowledge, very little geography knowledge, but I do like romance!
Spoilers for last nights new CSI 'Unshockable'.
A Certain Kind Of Moon.
By Rianne.
"Sara…?" the voice was low and coaxing, breathy and warm.
As were the lips that teased the underside of my jaw.
And beautifully, wonderfully, familiar.
"Wake up Mrs. Grissom…"
That one was new.
My eyes fluttered open, reluctantly.
His lips were trailing the back of my neck, then sliding open and hot down my bare spine.
The moan that filled the air was all mine.
He drew back to see if he had woken me.
His dark, aroused gaze met mine in the hazy dim light.
He was grinning, that big blue eyed, naughty little boy expression that always meant something was about to happen.
I had seen that look a lot recently.
And boy had things happened.
"Get dressed," he whispered.
Whoah, what?
But he returned my confused frown with a giddy smile, and that glitter in his eyes had me rummaging our makeshift tent for clothing, the moisture trail he'd left down my spine blissfully chill in the humidity.
"Aren't you supposed to keep me barefoot and naked?" I muttered under my breath, pretending to be grumpy about being roused, motions sluggish and still half asleep.
His lips met mine, sweet and quick, before they could form a pout.
"Trust me."
There was no fighting that.
Our canoe was resting by the edge of the river, as we stumbled towards it through the undergrowth by the light of Gil's GPS, the little red flag indicating our little private camp for two, disappearing off the screen.
His hand held mine, tightly, our giggling, stumbling bodies brushing and bumping, the moist heat leaving our skin slippery.
My whole body was tingling, I couldn't remember the last time I felt so alive.
We were going out in the boat?
It's shell landed in the water, barely sending out ripples into the calm surface.
Then he was helping me aboard.
"Close your eyes…"
Uncertain I searched out his gaze in the darkness.
"I mean it, Sara, no peeking."
So I did as I was told, fidgeting nervously, fingers curling into the sides of the boat.
Anticipation building.
Counting on my senses, smelling the rich earth, hearing the lap of the water as Gil's strokes cut waves, sensing the forward motion.
My heart tingling in my breast.
I felt the movements eventually slow, and then we were floating.
I could feel his eyes on me, felt the boat sway as he moved closer.
His fingers brushed my cheek.
"Sara…"
My eyelids fluttered.
"Open your eyes."
For a long moment he was all I saw.
My Grissom.
My husband, my lover, my best friend.
Looking at me like there was nothing else in the world.
Haloed in a beautiful glow.
Then he lifted his eyes, tilting back his head and I followed his gaze.
My mouth falling open in bliss and surprise.
We were surrounded.
There were thousands of them.
Ethereal fireflies flitting and dancing in the path of the moon.
Filling the natural pool with glimmering light, the water shimmering with afterglow.
So beautiful it left me speechless.
But he knew all I had to say, one glance at him and he knew.
He reached for me, guiding me to lay back in his arms.
The feel of his body, the motion of his breathing and his heart beating.
The calm and sensual rock of the boat.
The magic and serenity of this place, filling me.
This was bliss…
