Finding his eyes within the crowd of people, locking her own to his, melted away the fatigue and exhaustion that came with the double shift and long flight.
He made his way towards her, and didn't hesitate before enfolding her in his arms, taking in her sent, nuzzling his nose into her soft hair. She could feel him exhale against her.
"God how I've missed you." she breathed.
"It's only been a week" he teased as he pulled back to look into her face, then gently kissed her lips, "but I know." He took her bag from her and escorted her out of the airport.
They arrived back to their loft apartment on the outskirts of paris a little while later. Upon entering she was overwhelmed by a barking hank who trotted toward her, though, she was equally happy to see him.
As she paid attention to hank, Grissom made his way to the kitchen.
A moment later he felt her come up behind him, pressing her body to his own, sliding her hands around his waist.
"I made you some pasta, I figured you'd be hungry..."
"mmm, that looks delicious, thank you-" She spoke as slid her hands from his waist, up his back, and to his shoulders where she began to massage him.
"Whens the last time you ate dear?" he asked as he turned around to face her,
she shrugged, "on the plane?"
"Peanuts and crackers don't count."
She placed her palms flat down against his chest and moved them upward so her fingers laced together behind his neck.
"You should eat."
"Yes mother." she teased and he looked at her with that 'I'm-serious-sara-' look that he often times gave her when it came to her health and physical/mental well being.
"Im hungry for something a little different at the moment." She spoke as she traced her fingers down his chest to his waste, moving them around to to his back and then slowly slipping them beneath his jeans. She pulled him flesh against her and kissed him deeply until a small moan escaped him.
As much as he tried to seem as if he was above men who had no self control when it came to sex, he wasn't. He gave in at the slightest touch and she knew it. She turned off the stove and took him to the bedroom.
They both realized they seemed a little rushed in the beginning, stripping down and making their way to the bed. Its just that it felt like it had been so long, and it had been. And they were desperately wanting. He laid her down on the bed, hovering over her, as he swept a locke of hair from her face. He kissed her neck, her collar bone, trailing down further and further, he could hear her breath becoming more rapid with anticipation, her chest heaving. His hands held either side of her hips, creating pressure. And the trail of kisses started moving back up.
"Gil.... you are suchhhaa teasee" she breathed breathlessly as he looked up at her with his boyish innocent grin. His breath on her skin made her squirm beneath him, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in pleasure.
her hands entangled his scalp as he went down on her, arching her back with pleasure. Her body shook as he intensified until she couldn't take it any longer.
"god, gil. please." she begged as her eyes felt as though they were rolling backward.
He made his way back up to her and she could feel the weight of his arousal on her thigh before he finally entered her. As he did a small gasp escaped from deep within her throat. She always did that, and that small noise did something to him that he couldn't even fathom describing. They moved in unison, grasping onto each other tightly, desperately wanting.
When it was over, after they had both climaxed and he released, she couldn't let go of him. she wouldn't allow him to roll off. She kept him there, hovering over her, keeping him tightly in her grasp, and after a brief moment of perplexity, he understood.
He kissed her gently on the lips, on her neck and collar bone, then again on her lips. Over and over again, softly. Until he was finally able to roll off to the side with her still grasping onto him. She nuzzled her head deep with his shoulder.
"I've missed you so much sara," he whispered into her ear as he ran his hand through her soft hair.
She nodded against him before responding softly, "you have no idea."
"Stay Sara. . . I don't know if I can take being apart from you again."
"I cant gil. . ." She sighed, "they need someone- but besides that- I think i need this. Im better now, stronger- and I need to make up for all the time that i was so weak there."
"Maybe I should come back with you." He was hesitant in his speech, she could hear it in his voice.
"Gil, you don't want to go back to vegas, i know that-"
"I want to be near you more then I don't want to go back to vegas."
"I know its rough. But this is only temporary. Just until they can find three more people for night to take our places. They lost so many people in such a short time- its taking them some time to recover."
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, " Its only for a little longer, and then we can be like this, everyday."
"And you're doing okay down there? No... no- bad memories resurfacing, your dealing with everything alright?"
She wasn't sure whether he meant her childhood or that night out in the desert,
"You trust me?"
"You know I do."
"Then trust that I am truly fine." she traced a finger over his jaw.
"I worry, I know you hate when I do- but I cant help how I feel.... and- and i worry about how you're dealing with everything there alone."
