Chapter Two
Grissom's cell went off. He had a feeling who was texting and he had to smile as he turned his back on his students. They had become accustomed to his texts, although not receiving them "every" day. . .he was getting them frequently. This time there wasn't as much of an emergent rush as the month before but it had a sound of urgency all the same.
"I'M AT HOME. MEET ME THERE AFTER CLASS. TODAY'S THE DAY. I JUST KNOW IT!"
He finished up and made his way to his car, then on to the house they shared across town. He made his way inside, noting that there was no sound coming from the first floor so he went up the stairs where he heard soft love songs coming down the darkened hall from their bedroom. Romance was in the air! Well—that and a successful fertilization!
He started toward the scent of lilacs that was wafting through the air, taking two eager steps before cracking his shin off the chair he hadn't seen in the dim light.
"Ouch! Dammit! What's this chair doing here?"
The bedroom door opened, allowing a yellowish glow to flicker around Sara as she stood there in nothing but a short white silk robe, white lace panties and a matching bra.
"How could you walk into the chair? I mean—it's only been there for the last two days!" She stood aside as he limped slightly through the doorway to find candles scattered about the room creating the atmosphere Sara was seeking.
"Maybe if you wouldn't have closed all the curtains—I could've "seen" the chair," he grumbled as sat on the edge of the bed and put a small box next to him as he rubbed the sore spot and looked up at her.
"Well, great! Now you're upset—and that's upsetting me—and there's no way we're going to conceive this time. We're supposed to be relaxed! Doctor's orders!"
"I'm relaxed," he sighed. "Now what do we do?"
"I'd think by now, you'd know the mechanics of it," she said as she moved to sit next to him.
They sat silently as they looked thoughtfully at the far wall, then he quickly turned and grabbed her, pulling her to him in a searing kiss. She squeaked as she pushed him away.
"What?" He asked as he looked at her.
"Not like that! I told you—we're supposed to be relaxed. You don't just pounce on someone and expect them to be relaxed! Now I'm all tense," she complained as she stood up and started pacing the floor.
"Just pounce on someone?" He asked as he gestured toward the candles around the room. "I would've thought you knew what was coming. I mean—how much more preparation can you get?"
"Okay—okay," she said as she went to the dresser and lifted a red silk robe and matching boxers. He looked at her and automatically shook his head negatively.
"No."
"Come on—it'll help get us in the mood."
"I'm not wearing that—and I most certainly am not going to wear it while trying to create a child. I don't want the memory of those clothes following me for the rest of my life."
"What do you mean? It won't follow you the rest of your life."
"Yes, it will. Every time I look at the child—even when it's an adult—I'll think back to what I was wearing when I made it."
"Fine," she sighed heavily as she dropped them then came over and reached for his pants. "Then forget the damned clothes."
"Sara!" He objected to her hasty charge on his reproductive organ. "THAT certainly isn't going to get me in the mood."
She stood upright and looked down at him through stricken eyes. "You're not in the mood?"
He immediately sympathized with her and took her hand in his and pulled her to him. "Lie down, my love, and I promise I'll be in the mood very soon."
She smiled back at him and pulled him to his feet. "But you're not relaxed." She started stripping his shirt from him in jerky yanks. "Here, let me help you."
Together they stripped him down until he was standing before her with only his trousers, socks and shoes on. She quickly unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and pushed them down over his thighs. With a little shove, he bounced on the mattress and she grabbed his feet and snatched off his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants until they came off. He leaned back on his elbows as he watched her swirl around to face him then climb up on the bed. She grabbed a bottle of champagne that was on the bed stand and started to pour it into a glass.
"Okay!"
"Uh—honey?" Grissom asked as he watched her pour the liquid. "Do we really want to contaminate our genes with alcohol? I mean—I thought after all this preparation, we should at least try to stay as healthy as possible. What if the alcohol affects the fertilization? We don't want a baby coming out like—like Greg!"
"Greg's adorable," she said as she looked at him soulfully.
"But would you want to have a little Greg to deal with twenty-four hours a day?"
"Oh." She looked at the glass then back to him. "But—I thought it would help loosen us up."
He took the glass and bottle and put them back on the night stand then lay next to her. "We're loose."
"I don't think so," she stretched out next to him on the bed as they both lay on their backs. "I can see the stress in your face."
"I'm not stressed," he argued.
"Yes, you are. I can tell."
"I'm telling you—I'm not stressed."
"And I'm telling you—you are. I can see it. Right. . ." She reaches over and pokes him between his eyebrows. ". . .there. You always screw your forehead up when you're tense."
"Ow! Sara!" He rubs the area she had just poked. "If I wasn't tense before—I'm getting there."
"See? I told you, you're tense."
"Just lie still for two seconds, okay?" He reached for the small box he brought into the room with him and opened it. Her eyes widened upon the aroma and then the sight of the plump, juicy, strawberries and the chocolate sauce that came with it.
"Oh, my god!" She breathed as she started to turn toward him. "They look amazing!"
He chuckled as he pushed her onto her back again then dipped the first strawberry into the chocolate. He looked at her then lifted the berry toward her, letting the excess sauce drizzle down onto her chest then he moved it up to her lips. He teased her with the delectable fruit then finally allowed her to bite into it. He lifted another to her lips but when she opened her mouth to bite it, he pulled it back and bit into it himself. The next berry almost made it to her mouth again before he pulled it back and deliberately let it drizzle down between her breasts and onto her flat stomach, making her quiver at the contact. He brought the berry back to her lips again and allowed her to eat it.
"You're turning into my very own little chocolate bunny," Grissom told her as he dipped another berry, this time letting it drizzle down even farther as he went over her abdomen then on to the whiteness of her panties.
"Griss," she complained quietly. "You just ruined them."
"I'll buy you another pair." He double-dipped the berry and brought a huge dollop of the sauce down to where it landed on the white satin and lace of her panties, then he let it touch the skin of her abdomen before he dragged it up, over her stomach. He decided he was going to be the recipient of this piece of fruit then dipped another for Sara but took a detour to both cups of her bra before placing it between her waiting lips. "Have you had enough?"
She looked at him through half-dazed eyes and gave him a single affirmative nod. He bent down and let his lips touch her chocolate-covered ones and they took pleasure in their mingled flavors of strawberry and chocolate. His kiss moved down to where he had begun to drizzle the chocolate over her chest, but when he tried to go back to kissing her lips, she also lifted her head as she tried to place the box of berries on her night stand with the champagne. The impact of head hitting head caused them both to lay flat on their backs and hold onto their injuries.
"That hurt!" Sara told him.
"What were you doing?"
"I was putting the strawberries on the bed stand so we didn't roll in them."
"Well, "this" isn't working," he mumbled.
"Okay," she sighed then moved until she's on her haunches next to him. "I know what to do. Turn over onto your stomach."
"Why?" He eyed her suspiciously.
"Just turn over. I know of this really good method of easing tension."
He does as she says, albeit hesitantly. "I'm not tense."
"Yes, you are. You're so tense you're about to go into back spasms at any moment! Just look how tight those muscles are." She reached up and grabbed onto the muscles in his neck and shoulders, making him flinch and groan. "See! I told you."
"Fine. So what's your cure?"
She lifts one of the flaming pillars next to the bed and brings it over the top of his back. "Candle wax! They say it works wonders on stiff muscles!"
"What?" He asked dumbly.
"Lie still." She started to tilt the candle and watched as the first splat landed on his upper back.
"Ouch! Jesus Christ!" He was sitting up in an instant. "Get it off! It burns!"
"It doesn't burn," she said calmly as she watched him frantically reaching behind himself and wiping at the hot liquid that was turning into a semi-solid. "It warms your muscles and makes them loosen up."
"The hell it does! I think you gave me a third degree burn."
"Oh, stop being such a baby," she said as she watched him then tilted the candle toward her thigh. "Watch, I'll put some on myself just to show. . .OUCH! Goddammit! What brainless asshole came up with this frickin' idea? Satanic bastard!"
She reached for the champagne and held the cool bottle against the burn she just received as Grissom took the candle and blew it out.
"I told you it burned!" He turned his back to her. "Put some of that ice on my back."
"Fine," she sighed as he lay on his stomach again and she ran an ice cube down over the reddened area. "This is the last time I listen to Catherine about how to stimulate a man!"
He lifted himself on his elbows as he looked back at her. "You were talking to Catherine about how to get me to have sex?"
"Well—no—not really—I mean—not completely. Why?"
"Because it's like asking my sister how to get me to have an erection! That's really kind of freaky, Sara."
"You don't have a sister."
"Well, if I did, I wouldn't want you to ask her how to make me get a hard-on. Jeez, Sara. Some things are private."
"Gris! She knows we're trying to get pregnant. How else is it going to happen unless you get an erection?"
"Fine. I just hope she didn't give you any other hair-brained ideas."
"No. But Judy said. . ."
"Judy! You discussed this with Judy?"
"No. Of course not," she told him then removed the ice from his back. "Catherine did."
"What? Is this the topic of the week down at the lab?" He asked with irritation.
"Shh, you're getting tense again. Let me try to relax you."
She started rubbing his back then moved her hands across his shoulders and down his well-muscled arms. She leaned down and gently kissed the pink area she had injured then moved her kiss down his back as she let her hands slide down the muscles she found there. She took great pleasure in the perfection of his bottom then on to his thighs which she gently tickled with her fingertips. She watched as he grasped onto his pillow and held tight, spreading his legs to her as she grazed against his sacks that were tightening with anticipation. She leaned down even farther and let her lips come in contact with the roundness of his buttocks as she caressed the part of him she could reach.
"Sara," he whispered in desperation as he stiffened beneath her touch and she knew that his back, buttocks and legs weren't the only part of him that grew stiff. "Sara, come here."
She barely had time to respond before he grabbed onto her legs and pulled them up to the top of the bed, flipping her onto her back in an instant. He turned his own body and slowly started crawling up between her long limbs wearing the sexiest damned smile Sara had ever seen in her life. His stopped when he came to the large covering of chocolate he had left on her panties and he dipped his finger onto the fabric, smearing it off before putting his digit in his mouth. His salty smile increased when she moaned with desire upon the sight of him then he swooped down and cleaned the rest of the brown confection from her white satin with his tongue and lips. Sara's response was fast as she yelped and nearly bucked off the bed, but instead of releasing her, he grasped onto her legs and pressed them farther apart and returned to his feast. She didn't know what to grasp onto so simply tangled her fingers in his curls and held him to her as he grasped onto her bottom and pulled her to him just as tightly. He continued, sending her closer and closer to ecstasy until he wasn't satisfied anymore and lifted his head long enough to pull the panties down her legs and toss them onto the floor. He went back to her, running his tongue along her entire length before centering on her hard pebble that was pounding with sensation. But just when she was about to go over the edge, he started climbing up her body even farther, licking off the trail of chocolate he had left for himself until he was completely on top of her and pressing his tongue between her lips. He reached between them and guided himself into her core and pressed deeply.
"Gil," she moaned at the sensation. "Gil, I love you so much."
He started to move within her, each stroke intensifying their kisses as their kisses fed their arousal and their passion moved them to new heights as they toppled over the edge, clinging onto one another. Finally, after several minutes of trying to revive themselves, he lifted himself off of her and turned with her against him. He pulled his head back and smiled sheepishly at her.
"No more candles—right?"
"No more candles," she agreed.
"Strawberries—yes. Candles—no."
