Rating: Adult

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Grissom or Sara. No profit was made in the writing of this story.

A/N: This is the second installment in my Bedtime Stories series. Each story stands on its own, so you don't need to read the previous one to understand this one.

Acknowledgements: Thanks to Elle, because beta is an inadequate word to describe what she does.

Everything

She was a flash of blue.

It was a silky slip of a dress, nothing out of the ordinary, except on her. It flowed over her lithe form, teasing him as it fluttered against her skin. It was as if someone had brought him a piece of the summer sky and left it in his doorway. For a moment he thought he might have conjured her out of a dream, but then she laughed, a musical sound escaping from her lips and he knew she was very real.

"See something you like?" She asked, leaning against the door frame, relishing the feel of his eyes on her; his desire was palpable, and she felt its echo through her body. Between her court schedule, and his overtime at the lab, they hadn't managed to see each other for several days. She knew she should have called first, had him meet her in the parking lot, but she'd missed him and was growing tired of their cloak and dagger routine.

"I do." His gaze traveled up her long legs until they disappeared under the blue of her dress. In his mind, his hands were already on her, running his fingers over her porcelain skin, tempting her with his touch. He was surprised at the depth of the sudden stab of arousal he felt just from the nearness of her.

"Good thing shift's over then." She said quietly, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her. She felt a peaceful quiet fall over her, as the sounds of the lab receded and they were alone in the dark cocoon of his office.

"Is that so?" He heard a distinct click and realized she had locked the door. The blinds were already drawn, so he didn't bother to keep his eyes from freely roaming her beautiful body as his mind skirted the edges of an old fantasy.

"I've come to take you home." She said softly as she walked toward him, "Unless you have something else in mind."

He felt himself growing warm from the intensity of her gaze as she let it drift down to the evidence in his lap. He sucked in a breath tinged with anticipation, knowing his secret was out. Now all he wanted was to feel her touch on him. He felt the brush of her fingers on the back of his neck as she circled around behind his chair, her body moving with a liquid grace.

Before she could blink, he was out of the chair and all over her, his mouth hot and demanding against her throat as he took her breath away. She nearly cried out as he found her pulse point, sucking it as he licked and kissed his way across the smooth skin of her neck.

"You locked the door?" It was a growl in her ear as he traced the shape of it with his tongue.

She nodded and his mouth came down hers, kissing her with such a fierce passion she nearly got lost in it.

He pushed her back against the wall, unconcerned by the sound of falling objects as she wrapped herself around him. Groaning into her mouth, he played his tongue against hers. He slid the strap of her dress aside, his thumb grazing her nipple as his hand passed over it before bending his head and taking it into his mouth.

At the feel of his tongue on her, Sara nearly ripped the rest of her top off. Her hand slid over her other breast, as she pushed her hips into his, seeking to relieve the aching need that had been building in her since she'd first set foot in his office.

Nimble fingers trailed down to her waist and he gathered the soft fabric of her skirt until he could slide his hand against her bare skin. "Naughty, naughty." He whispered into her ear, as he discovered a distinct lack of undergarments.

Sara laughed, a delicious sound from the back of her throat, as she slid her body against his. Her skin was on fire under his touch and she was having trouble caring about anything other than him. He made the world disappear for her, he always had, and looking into his eyes, she knew he always would.

She groaned as he parted her thighs with his hand, sliding a finger back until he was inside of her. She pitched forward in his arms, clutching his shoulders as he entered her first with one finger and then another. His thumb found her center and she thought she might go mad from the pleasure of it. Stars danced behind her closed eyes and his name was a hoarse moan on her lips as she rocked against his hand, her body crying out for more.

"I want you inside of me." Her voice was edgy and full of need.

His desire for her flared again, and he nodded his assent. He slipped his fingers from her, and she whimpered a bit at the loss of contact, but he soothed her with tiny kisses along her jaw as he led her over to the desk. He gently lifted her up until she was sitting on the corner.

She opened herself to him, pulling her skirt up over her thighs, as she drew him into her embrace. Her hands circled his neck, sliding down his arms and came to rest on his hips. Unbuttoning his pants, she made quick work of the zipper and took him into her hand. She swept her palm along the hard length of him, her thumb grazing the tip, before guiding him into her body. She let out a hum of pleasure, as she felt him ease into her.

Drawing in a deep breath, he pushed forward slowly until he was fully inside of her. He was intoxicated by the heady scent of her all around him and the rush of heat and wetness nearly drove him over the edge. It made him crave her touch even more than he could have imagined. He exhaled her name over and over, teasing her with the sound of it.

She could feel the thick heat of him between her legs, and she moved her hips slowly at first, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her. Their eyes locked, deepening the connection she felt to him. This moment belonged only to them and the irony of it was not lost on her; to have found such a deep love among death was truly a precious gift.

Sara brought her legs up and over his hips, pulling him deeper into her. She felt his fingers tighten, digging into her with a new urgency and she stifled a groan as he quickened his pace.

His thumb grazed her center and she let out a whisper of breath against his skin as a sudden wave of pleasure washed through her. A few more strokes and he felt her body grow tense in his arms.

"Come with me." She said, her lips still pressed against his as she tightened her arms around him. Looking up, she held his eyes with her own, and right then and there, she promised him everything she was; wanting nothing more than to share all of herself with him every moment of everyday.

He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest as the strength of her love curled around him. For a moment, he felt like he was in a dream, and if not for the warm weight of her body pressed against his, he would have been certain that this was some flight of his imagination. Sometimes he wished for the words to tell her, but they eluded him; so instead he told her with the flutter of his fingers against her skin, and the whisper of her name on his breath.

It was his touch that anchored her, the way his hand sometimes trembled as his fingers grazed her skin, telling her all the things she needed to know. She closed her eyes and let go, and then she was melting into him and he into her.

He held her there, her body twined tightly around his, whispering words of love into her ear.

"I used to dream about this." She said softly, stroking the back of his neck. "About us."

He smiled, breathing in the sweet scent of her, in awe of the love he felt for her. "Me too."

Holding her close, he caressed the back of her head with his hand. For too long he believed Sara would never be anything more than a dream to him; yet here in his arms, she was undeniably real. And in a life of uncertainties, sharp turns and closed doors, to look into Sara's eyes and see his love for her reflected back was all he really needed, in fact, it was everything.