A/N: I don't own Fossil Fuel. Mr Ben and Mr Jerry do. Until I eat it. Then my stomach owns it. My stomach must own quite a lot of it now. I love Fossil Fuel.

Anyway, just another drabble on midnight feasts and GSR love.

Take Care


A cool breeze against his naked back woke him. Turning he reached across to pull her warm body closer to him, but his hand encountered empty space. Pushing himself up, he blinked in the half light looking round for Sara. Sighing in frustration he rolled from the bed to wander off in search of his lover.

The light from the open freezer door illuminated her. Soft brown curls resting round the collar of his white shirt that she was wearing.

"What are you doing?" he asked leaning in the doorway.

"Nufffinp" she replied, voice distorted by the spoon and ice cream that filled her mouth.

He laughed at her wide eyes and shook his head.

"You know, you could have just woken me and I'd have made you something to eat."

"I know" she replied shrugging. "But soon I'll have to rely on you doing everything for me. I'll be huge and immobile and I'll have to wake you. Whilst I'm still little I want to do the things I can still do myself."

"Ok. I get it." he rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. "What are you eating anyway?"

"Ben and Jerry's Fossil Fuel. I stocked up on the way home from work" she grinned. "I'm going to get so fat!"

"You're pregnant." he replied walking over and wrapping his arms around her from behind, a hand falling on her slightly rounded stomach.

"I'm fat already then."

"You're beautiful."

"You have to say that!" she laughed.

"No I don't. But I want to say it. Because you are." He said pressing a kiss against the side of her neck. She shivered and leaned back against him.

"You're such a sweet talker."

"I try my best." He smirked.

She laughed and turned in his arms to face him. "You know I love you Doctor Grissom. Even when you're sickly sweet to me." Melting against his chest.

"I love you too Mrs Grissom." He smiled pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.