"I need you," Grissom whispers.
"Yeah, I kinda noticed. How can I help?"
"You really do tape everything I say!"
"You remember, too," she points out.
"True. It was a memorable conversation." At her inquiring look he explains, "Remember how you ducked under the tape?"
She nods, smiling at the memory. "Yeah, you held it up for me."
"Yes. Big mistake."
"Why?" Sara asks, willing herself not to be hurt by his words.
"Well, that littlemoment of personal space invasion required quite a lot of, um, shall we say 'damage control'." Since their was no laughter coming from the woman beside him he rephrases, "I ran off the second you took the markers from me." Nothing. "I was in the bathroom, Sara."
"My entering the scene made you have to pee?"
"No, Sara!" Grissom groans in exasperation. "Hell, do I have to spell it out? I got one of the biggest hard-ons I've ever had from that little two sentence conversationWe were standing so close and before I could think about it I said something I'd always wanted to say! And then you said that, and you were so close I could have just-" he falters and she smiles encouragingly. "I wanted to kiss you so badly, Sara, I wanted to..." he says huskily before giving into temptation.
"If it makes you feel any better, I was mortified you would see how badly I wanted you." She hesitates. "How I was so close to just jumping you right there in the middle of the crime scene! I thought for sure you'd see it in my eyes...see how I wanted you...how I needed you too..." Braver now that she knew her feelings were being returned she murmurs, "How wet I was," as she guides his hand to allow him to feel for himself. "Can you feel, Grissom, how much I wanted you?" she chokes out.
"I wanted this, too, Sara. I wanted..." he gives up trying to speak as he continues showing her exactly what he had wanted to do. It occurs to Grissom through his euphoria that they are still speaking of the past. "Sara...Sara I want...I want..."
"What do you want, Grissom?"
"You... always you...I need you!"
"Let me help," she manages to rasp out between his kisses. Unable to speak, he guides their hands from her to the evidence of his need. Getting the message loud and clear Sara begins to stroke him, delighted when he throws his head back, his eyes shut tight. Never slowing her movements Sara asks, "Wait, what do you mean 'one of the biggest' you ever had? You're choice of words makes me think their were better ones." When he doesn't seem to comprehend her words she stills her hand. He looks at her intently.
"Oh, there were, Sara, there were." The look in her eyes tells him she's waiting for further explanation. "Allow me to refresh your memory, sweetheart. Do the words 'Pin me down' ring a bell? It took imagining that you were Ecklie to keep you from noticing that one. Did you ever wonder why I took so long in getting to the garage when you asked me to tape you up? And don't even get me started on the conversation in the airplane bathroom! Do you have any idea how many replies ran through my mind when you asked if I wanted to sleep with you? Or how many times I dreamt of you brushing chalk from my face? Did you know I can't eat pickles anymore? Damn, just the thought of..." Sara effectively cuts him off by crushing her mouth to his. "I guess you do know."
"Oh, I know, Griss. I know." With that, Sara resumes massaging him with new fervor. "That's why I'm doing something about this one."
"Oh. Okay," is all Grissom can manage to say before kissing her again.