Title: Waltzing to Grasshopper Mating Calls

Author: Urabadinfluence

Rating: T maybe turning into M later

Summary: SEQUEL to Slow Dancing to Grasshopper Mating Calls. Grissom has proposed...now what?

Disclaimer: Not mine...but if anyone wants to give me a gift.....I would LOVE to have a sumptuous bearded actor whose initials are WP for my birthday (which is July 4th). You don't even have to gift wrap him all the way..just leave him as is, with a bow.

A/N: Let me know what you think.

Grissom turned and closed the door behind his friends and mother. He slumped back onto the door with a sigh and ran a hand over his face. "Honey, can you believe it? I mean, these are grown adults. Well, with the exception of Greg. Why are they so interested in our lives?"

Sara replied chuckling, "I think that they are interested in you Gil. You have never opened up to anyone, and now that you will open up, they want to know it all about the ever elusive, esoteric Gil Grissom."

Grissom grunted in agreement as he shuffled into the kitchen and started to clean up there. "I will tidy up a bit in the living room honey, but then, we are going to bed. Now, I believe that you did mention wanting to be alone with me?" She slid up to Grissom and wrapped her arms around him, relishing the feel of his warmth. He looked down into her eyes and licked his lips. "I have many plans for you my dear, but, alas, our dear friends left a mess for us, and we must clean up first. As much as I love bugs, I don't want to invite any extras in. So, let's get the bare minimum of tidying up done, and I'll meet you in our bedroom in 45 minutes. After all, I did just rid the townhouse of all major distractions; except for you, of course." With that, Sara went into the living room and started picking up. After a half hour of silence and cleaning, Sara went into the kitchen with some dirty dishes to give to Grissom and upon her entrance to room, she was surprised to find him leaning on the counter head hung low, and eyes closed. "Gil, what is wrong?"

"Nothing dear, I just can't believe my mother told that story. Damn, I can't even believe that she remembers that story."

With a chuckle Sara went to Grissom wrapping her arms around him and leaning her face upon his strong back. "It's not a big deal darling, now everyone just knows that you are human. Do you remember that day?"

"Of course I do Sara, there are many times that I have looked back upon that time and drew strength from that memory. When you went out with Hank, I thought about that week quite a bit. I coped only because of the memory of us. I knew that we were meant to be together, but that you needed to get Hank out of your system. I told myself that you needed someone younger than myself and that it was the best for you. But, then I would think of our time together, I would remind myself of the happiness that we shared, and that told me that we were meant to be."

"Gil, why didn't you tell me all of this back then? You aren't too old for me. I am so glad that you realize that now, but do you realize how much time we wasted?"

Slipping his arms around her, he squeezed her tight and snuggled his lips next to her neck. "Honey, that just means we have some making up to do."

Sara chuckled as he nuzzled her neck. "Gil, OH GIL, I have a question for you."

"Hmmmm?" He hummed against her neck.

"Do you remember how you got into the predicament that your mother spoke about?"

"Oh yea." he answered, his lips now moving freely on her neck and throat.

"Hmm just wondering. Now, you were pretty adamant about everyone leaving. Why was that? Did you have something in mind?"

Quickly, Grissom rolled Sara around so that her back was against the counter and he lifted her gently up onto it; never letting his mouth leave her body. Sara felt a shiver go up her spine as Grissom's lips trailed up to her own and swiftly claimed them with his. He slowly let his tongue caress her bottom lip, eliciting a groan of appreciation. As Grissom deepened the kiss, Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. After a few seconds, Grissom lifted Sara up, totally supporting all of her. He shifted his hands a bit, dropping them to her ass and lowered her body against his just a few inches. Sara grinned against his lips when she realized what he was doing; she felt a hard ridge perfectly line up through his pants against her. Sara tightened her legs around Grissom and ground her wetness into his tightening slacks.

Grissom tried to walk steadily to the bedroom, but found himself staggering as Sara distracted him. When they stumbled through the doorway of Grissom's bedroom, Sara slid her legs from around him and dropped slowly to her knees. Sara put her hands on his hips and gently shoved him backwards a few inches until he found himself leaning against the cocoa colored walls. He let out a gasp as he felt the wall hit his back at the same time that Sara's hands found his belt buckle and swiftly undid it. As Sara unzipped his pants, her tongue followed the path of the zipper, making Grissom's eyes roll. Sara let a small chuckle escape when she heard the back of Gil's head hit the wall. Sara trailed her tongue and lips up Grissom's body deftly unbuttoning his shirt as she went until she found his waiting lips.

As he distracted her with the things that his lips were doing to her, Grissom slid his hands around her and unzipped her dress without her realizing it until it was pooled around her feet. Grissom stepped out of his slacks and lifted her to smoothly lay her upon his bed. Sara pulled him down to her, his open shirt still upon his shoulders, creating an intimate tented space capturing the heat generated by their lust. As his hands and lips traveled her body, she felt the stirrings of an orgasm.

"Oh Gil, I need you NOW, I can't wait any more."

Grissom smiled against her skin, "I know, let yourself go, I am keeping score today."

As she gasped, he whispered "one" against her shoulder.

Grissom slid himself into Sara's warm, wet opening, and gently rocked until he felt her tighten around him whispering "two."

"Oh please Gil, come for me," she whispered into his ear. At hearing that in Sara's deep soothing voice, Grissom exploded, coating her walls with his warm seed.

As they lay there wrapped in each others arms, Grissom leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Sara's head, letting himself be consumed by the feeling that was washing over them. "Sara, do you realize what you have done to me?" he asked. Giggling, she answered "Of course I know what I did to you dear, I was here too." Grissom smirked, "No, I don't mean that, although wonderful, I was talking about what you have done to my mind, my spirit, and my soul."

Sara saw the seriousness in his eyes and dropped the playfulness that she was edging towards.

He continued, "Sara, you have completed me. You took was once a shell of a person, and filled me with all of the things that make me want to see the next light of day. You have taken my soul, my very being, and made it worth something." Finding herself momentarily speechless, Sara snuggled deeper into Grissoms embrace, squeezing his arm in response.

"Gil, you say I have done so much for you, but you have done so much for me too. You have helped me heal, and learn to love again. i guess that is why we are so perfect together." Wrapped up in the warmth of each other, Sara and Grissom both fell quickly to sleep; neither had gotten much sleep before their eventful evening.

Grissom jumped, waking with a start; realizing that he and Sara were expected to be at the restaurant 10 minutes ago. The brunch that Sam Braun had set up for the team and their families was such a caring gesture, both Sara and Gil wanted to be present. This would give them a chance to be with all of their friends, Grissom's mother, and all of their friend's families before their lives got bombarded with wedding plans. Thankfully, both of them were accustomed to getting up quickly for call-outs, because this time, they really had to rush. They each quickly took a shower. Grissom ran out to start the car while Sara was brushing her teeth. They both prayed that they were not the only people running late that morning.

When they entered the hotel restaurant where the brunch was to b e held, they saw all of their group sitting in a glassed in room specifically set aside for private parties. All heads turned towards them, as they entered the room hand-in-hand. Realizing that everyone was already there, waiting on them, they knew that they were in trouble when they looked over to Maria Grissom and saw the smirk on her face and the gleam in her eyes.