You Will Always know
"Just how long do you intend to be such an ass?" Grissom asked himself, "You have never felt this way about anyone, yet every time you get ready to commit – you run. How long will she keep waiting for you?"
Gil sat back and closed his eyes, he thought back to the time when she was attacked by that nut Adam Trent, panic filled his body as he remembered.
He thought about her dating Hank Pettigrew – thank goodness that didn't work. Then there was the time when she volunteered for that FBI stakeout where she could have been hurt.
And when she did get hurt in the lab explosion, he had slipped up and called her honey, he just hoped she hadn't heard what he said.
How many times had she approached him and asked him just to dinner and he turned her down? What was it she told him? Oh yes, something like by time he figured out what to do about them, it would be too late. Then she had said something about him sending her mixed signals? Was that what he was doing, he wondered?
"Of course you are, you fool," he told himself. The looks you give her, the hints, and the touches. Then you tell her to "get a life" and then complain when she does.
This ends now, he told himself, determined to confront her and ask her out.
"This is the last time," Sara told herself. "I am not going to keep pursuing someone who does not care, someone who only wants to play games.
He comes on like he cares, he flirts and acts jealous when I go out with or flirt with some other man. "Well, Gilbert Grissom, it's tonight or Sara Sidle moves on," she told herself, standing up and heading for his office.
She slowed as she walked by the DNA lab, the accident flashing in her mind. Sara found Gil sitting at his desk; she took a deep breath to muster up her courage and knocks on the door.
"Come in," Gil said. At the same time they both said, "How about dinner? We need to talk."
Sara laughed and Gil grinned at their minds being on the same track. Gil caught sight of Ecklie coming down the hall and turned to Sara and said, "I will pick you up at 6, okay?"Sara nodded and walked away.
By 6:30 they were sitting across from each other in Gil's favorite diner. They ate their meal, mostly in silence, exchanging small talk between bites.
Finally Sara said, "Gil, I am enjoying your company, but we need to talk."
Gil just let everything out; everything he had thought about that morning and felt he needed to share with her. Sara sat quietly and listened.
When he finished, she reached for his hand, "I love you, too, you know."
He smiled, "I guess that would have been easier for me to say."
"Perhaps," she said smiling at him, "but it is nice to know what you think, finally."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. The next question did not have to be asked or answered, it just hung in the air. "Your place," Sara said, in response to the look in Gil's deep, blue eyes.
In his bedroom, Gil finally took her in his arms, giving her the deep kiss she had been waiting so long for. As he held her, he reached under her blouse and unhooked her bra. He ran his hands up and down her back, then brought them around to her breasts.
His fingers caressed her nipples, teasing them into hard points; their kisses became more intense, their tongues dancing around each others mouth.
She broke from the kiss and she removed her blouse and bra as he took off his shirt. He pulled her close again; the feel of her breasts against his chest aroused him even more.
He could feel his manhood pushing against his pants, aching to get out, he removed her jeans and panties, as she unfastened his trousers.
They stepped away and looked at each other, "You are so beautiful," he said. They kissed each other deeply and passionately.
He broke off the kiss, which left them both panting with a need for air and the touch of each other.
Grissom's lips began to move slowly along her jaw line. Sara released a stifled moan of approval, as his hot mouth made contact with her neck; every inch of her body was on fire, by the contact that was happening between them.
He easily found his way down her body to her hot sweet womanhood. Her stomach quivered wildly again and again as he sucked and licked his way to her engorged clit.
Sara let out a scream of pleasure when he parted her outer lips and pressed a finger up inside of her.
"More," she begged him.
Gil slipped a second finger in, curling it just enough so that each thrust he made hit her g spot.
Sara was thrashing, mumbling incomprehensible phrases, as she grabbed his hair and held his head where he was, as her juices flooded his mouth.
As Gil knelt, then sat back on his legs, he pulled Sara to him and entered her.
Now was not the time for slow smooth movements, his need was overpowering him. Grabbing her hips with his hands, Grissom pounded into her as hard as he could, while Sara moaned and screamed with delight her body shuddering with such feeling.
Gil pumped into her fast, hard and furious over and over, as he exploded inside her.
Too exhausted to move, he leaned forward, sucking at her nipples while their bodies shook in the aftermath.
Gathering his strength, he raised himself and kissed her.
"You will never have to wonder again how I feel," he said, looking into her eyes, "I will tell you every day how I feel." "And show me every night," she said finished, smiling.
Chapter 2
"Every night?" Gil said, smiling in response to her suggestion to them making love every night.
Sara laughed, "Well, maybe every other night."
"But I will tell you every day just how much I love you," he said.
"You already do," she told him, "Every time I look in your eyes they tell me just how much you love me." He smiled at her.
They were laying in each others arms when his alarm went off.
"I do believe I need to get you home so you can get ready for work," he said, kissing her.
"Do you think my supervisor would believe me if I called in sick?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Are you sick?" he asked.
"No, but IF I were, I could stay in this nice comfy bed," she said.
"Aw," he said, "but I would not be here with you."
"True," she said getting up, "and I wouldn't want to be here without you."
THREE MONTHS LATER
Sara and Gil had spent almost every night together.
She was off that night, but he was not. Sara had on only a robe and Gil just his bottoms, as they sat in the kitchen. She had fixed him something to eat before he got ready for work.
They had just finished eating when Gil looked at her, with a question in his blue eyes. "Love. I have been thinking," he was very nervous.
"What is it, hon," she asked, standing in front of him.
"I think …. Well I mean ….. What I am trying to say is," he stuttered. He had never had such a hard time getting a thought out.
"I would love to," Sara said, before he could get all the words out. Gil looked at her. "I also think it would be a good idea for me to live here with you and yes, I would love to," Sara said taking his face in her hands and kissing him.
"You are so smart," he said, leaning down to kiss her breast through her robe.
"No, not really," she said, opening her robe for him, as he kept nuzzling her."I heard you rehearsing how you were going to ask me."
He pulled her near him and started to suck at her nipples.
"I do believe you will be late for work if you don't stop that," she said, not really wanting him too.
"Are you asking me to stop?" Gil asked.
"No," she said, smiling slightly.
Gil smiled at her in response and picked up his phone. "Catherine, can you take shift tonight? I'm not feeling too well." "Thanks," as he closed his cell.
"Shall we go to the bedroom," she asked him, as she stroked his hair.
"No," he said. Gil lifted his hips just far enough to pull his pajama bottoms off.
Sara smiled up at him and straddled his legs, as he entered her.
They found a rhythm together, rocking back and forth. Gil's lips took turns kissing her and sucking at her taunt nipples.
Sara was getting so close, and that was what Grissom wanted, as he knew he wouldn't last long and hoped liked hell they could climax together.
"Oh Gil," she screamed. "Baby, are you ready?" he asked, gasping for air.
"Yesss," she moaned into Gil's mouth, as his lips found hers again.
His juices flooded her inner self as hers flowed onto his manhood.
Sara laid her head on his shoulder, her body trembling, "I think I could stay here forever in your arms," she whispered into his ear.