"Thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome. I enjoyed the company and the scenery."

"You're quite the charmer. Are you hoping to get to first base?" she asked with a smile.

"Want honesty?"

"Always."

"I've already been to first base with you and was hoping to round second." he said.

"Well if you keep sweet talking, then you might get the homerun I was hoping for." With the sudden blood flow direction change, Grissom stumbled and Sara caught his arm.

"Are you alright?" she asked with concern.

"I need to get home." he said with a smile on his face. She saw that and glanced down at the bulge was trying to hide. She smiled and they picked up the pace considerably.

As soon as they reached the front door of his town house, Gil pulled him in front of her possessively and fumbled to get the key into the lock. Sara started without him and began nibbling on his neck. He finally was able to focus long enough to concentrate and open the door. He ushered them both inside and locked the door once again. His keys landed somewhere near the bowl he usually put them in and they stumbled on their way through his living room. He suddenly stopped, causing Sara to look at him with confusion. He placed his fingers on her lips just as she was about to ask what he was doing. He bent and swooped her up in his arms. She held on tight and watched his face as he carried her to his bedroom. She paid no attention to the décor, but to the man she had been lusting after for ten years. He set her down and kissed her while he searched for the zipper of her dress. She guided his hand to the side of her body, under her left armpit and thrust her tongue in his mouth at the same time. He slowly slid the zipper down to her hip and then skirted his hand to the hem of her dress. Holding his hands against her body, he watched the dress bunch on his wrists so he could feel every curve she had. Sara obediently raised her arms for him and enjoyed the touch of his hands against her breasts. She stood before him in her bra, panties and her sandals. He kneeled and took off her shoes.

Sara waited until he was fully in front of her again and pulled his polo from his pants. Just as he had done, she kept her hands on his body and let the shirt bunch up on her wrists. He raised his arms for her and even flinched when her hands brushed his armpits.

"Ticklish?" she asked playfully.

"Maybe. It's not like people routinely put their hands in my armpits." He tried to evade. She let it slide for now, but was determined to have some fun later. For now, she put her hands on his belt. His hands weren't idle, they were pulling the many pins out of her hair and setting them on his bed side table. She kneeled out of his each to help divest him of his pants, shoes and socks. While she was down, she hooked her fingers in his boxers and eased them off as well. She was in awe of the sight in front of her. He definitely wasn't what she had imagined him to be, but larger. She was delighted and looked up with a wicked smile. He looked down in time to see her stroke him and then take him in her mouth.

"Oh Sara. I won't last long like that. Oh, so good." He moaned and hoped that she had heard him. Sara wasn't trying to encourage a climax from him; merely experimenting and tasting. She loved it. His hands were in her hair; comforting and soothing at first. Soon, he started to tug her away from him and made her stand up. He claimed her in a kiss filled with all of the feelings he had for her. Sara moaned into his mouth and he was so caught up in the kiss, she didn't feel him reach behind her to unclasp her bra or push the panties from her hips. When the kiss broke, the last remaining garments she had fell to the floor. He stood there, openly gazing at her body.

"Wait right here. I'll be right back." She watched him enter his closet and pull a shoebox down from the top shelf. He opened it and brought the object out to her. Sara recognized the blue lace instantly and smiled.

"You said you'd bet, but you didn't mention the stakes." Sara said.

"I think it's pretty obvious what I want whether I win or lose. I think the question will be who will be on top." He smiled, as he stood naked before her holding a ten year old pair of underwear.

"Does that mean if they don't fit, I get to be on top?" she asked.

"Is that what you want?"

"Screw the bet; hand them over." She held out her hand and he dropped the scrap of lace on her palm. He watched her pull them over her legs and secure them on her waist.

"They're a little snug, so I guess that means we both win." She said.

"You look beautiful." Sara noticed the surge of excitement between his legs when she pulled the panties on. She decided play time was over. She slipped them back over her hips and stepped out of them. She took advantage of his standing next to his bed and pushed him on it.

"I want you."

"I want you, too." He said and flipped them over. Sara held onto his shoulders and laughed when he caught her by surprise. He admired the sight of her hair splayed out behind her. She stroked his cheek and pulled his face down to hers. Grissom fell headlong into her luscious kiss. He almost didn't notice when she had taken hold of him and started to guide him between her legs. He said nothing, but instead covered her hand with his and guided his body into hers. They both moaned at the most personal and private way to be with another person. Their secret longing and years of verbal foreplay put them in a euphoric state.

Sara may have initiated their joining, but Grissom set the rhythm. He was slow, but fast; firm, but rough. Sara's eyes had rolled back in her head; not that Grissom would have noticed because her head was tilted and her back arched up toward him. He took advantage of the offering and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He gently suckled, licked, and bit on the flesh before moving to the other side and repeating his actions. Sara wrapped one of her hands in his curls and her other hand moved to his ass. Her legs wrapped around his waist and both of them enjoyed the new level of friction it caused.

Grissom fought the urge to speed up; wanting to savor the memory of being inside Sara's body for the first time. He was forced to surrender when Sara's body clamped down on him and she tensed up at the same time. Hearing his name in a passionate whisper fall from her lips pushed him over the edge. It was a heady experience for both of them; having a fantasy become a reality. Sara readily accepted the weight of him as he collapsed. She placed soothing kisses on his face and neck while she rubbed his back. He lifted his upper body and braced his weight on his elbows a few seconds later. He leaned down to kiss her slowly and leisurely.

"I want you to know…I love you." she said softly. Grissom nibbled his way to her ears.

"I love you too." He whispered. Sara squeezed in response. She wasn't prepared for the onslaught of emotions those four little words from his mouth would cause. He rolled them so they lay face to face. Her head was on the pillow and she smiled at him and stroked his cheek affectionately.

"Hold that thought." He said and swiftly left the bed in order to tug down the sheets. He climbed back in and covered them up.

"Sorry, I was getting cold." He admitted and she smiled even wider. She resumed stroking from his cheek to his elbow and back again. Grissom pulled her close and let his fingers dance in random circles on her hip. She finally snuggled into the crook of his neck and fell asleep. He placed one last kiss on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

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A/N: In the next chapter, someone will show up from Grissom's past. Who do you think she is and will she ruin the fledgling relationship Grissom and Sara just started?

I look forward to your predictions. Have a great day everyone! Kelly