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A/N: I lost at a stump the author meme to Kristen Elizabeth. Her prompt was the resumption of marital relations after the birth of Grissom and Sara's child. This is disgustingly fluffy. Previously posted on my LJ. I really sucked at that meme...there will be a few of these.
"God, oh, god…" Sara gasped, faltered and held on tighter. "Yeah, Griss, just like that, right…" Her cry was interrupted by another cry, piercing and far more demanding.
Grissom wilted against his wife and whimpered.
"I know," Sara said brokenly as he rolled off of her. "Sorry." She scooted off the bed, "I'll be right back." Throwing on her robe she called, "I'm coming, baby. Mommy's coming," shooting out of the room.
He sighed and rolled onto his back, listening to the baby's cries increase in volume and pitch and then nearly stopping, toning down to simple fussy noises as her mother's voice floated through the monitor. "Hey, there. What's wrong with my pretty girl?" Agitated gurgles and frustrated squeaks were her only answer. "I know you can't be hungry yet. Diaper?"
He rested his folded hands across his chest, listening to the rustling sounds of cloth and plastic and mother talking to child. "Not a diaper issue. OK." He smiled softly. He could practically hear Sara thinking through the monitor. "Pacifier?" Silence. The sound of Sara whispering to the infant carried over the monitor, but he couldn't understand the words, until, "Night, baby girl."
Nearly as quickly as she had flown out of the room, Sara flew back thru the door, shedding her robe as she approached the bed, all legs and beauty and skin. She was back in the bed and pressed against him, before he could fully appreciate the sight of her naked body silhouetted from the hall nightlight. "Where were we?"
He barked out a laugh. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?" She pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and across his chest, one hand in his hair, the other smoothing down a side.
"Switch gears so fast." Not that he was complaining. Her gear switching was certainly getting his motor running again. Of course, after more than six weeks of no sex, wet laundry was likely to engage him.
She flicked a tongue across his nipple and her hand lowered down his body to gauge and engage his renewed interest. "Motherhood has already taught me, to take advantage of every opportunity, because time is very…" a wail broke the air, "…limited," she sighed.
Gently, he patted her rump. "I'll go."
He hastily donned his robe under his wife's affectionate gaze and departed the room.
Only half listening to the sounds coming through the monitor, Sara was considering the most artful and seductive draping of her naked body on the bed when her husband returned, pink bundle pressed to his chest.
"Hey," she said, hastily wrapping the sheet around herself.
"Hey," he bounced the baby against his shoulder.
She raised her eyebrows. "And is adult play time over for the night?"
He shook his head, a sheepish look on his face. "No, I hope not…but I thought maybe a few minutes of family time might be what this young lady needs to get her to sleep."
"She has you so wrapped around her finger and she can't even speak," she accused playfully, not so secretly delighted.
"No, I just thought about what you just said. Time is limited…she's only going to be a baby for such a short time…I want to cherish every minute I can."
Hormones and sentiment overwhelming her, Sara found herself blinking back sudden tears. "I love you, you know?"
He smiled, kissed his wife and his daughter and resigned himself to the possibility of never having sex again.
