A week before Christmas and Sara and Grissom were Christmas shopping- seperately of course. Both had picked up numerous gifts for each other. Arriving home at different times, they stored the gifts in different secret places.
Once Sara was done sneaking in her gifts and hiding them, she joined Grissom in the kitchen where he was cooking them dinner.
"Food, would you like some?" He smiled at her.
She giggled, "You bet!"
"You're in an awefully good mood," he observed.
She hopped up on the counter, "I got all of my shopping done."
"Lucky you."
She laughed again, picking at the cheese he was using and tilting her head back to catch it in her open mouth.
"Hey, I needed that!"
"Then come and get it!" She jumped off of the counter and raced to the living room, laughing as he grabbed with one arm her from the waist and spun her around from behind. He dropped her on the couch and trapped her with his arms.
"I believe that you said something about coming and getting it," he smiled teasingly.
She smiled, revealing all of her teeth and nodded, slightly giggling.
"If you say so," he said, lowering himself to her lips and a demanding possesive kiss. He could feel her smiling. Sara took the time to formulate a plan, and quickly pushed his arm out from under him, getting up before all his weight landed on the couch.
Laughing at his bewildered look, she took off her socks and sprinted behind the dining room table before he could get her. He got up and looked at her, who was now behind the dining room table taking off her shirt.
Creeping towards her, she looked up at him measuringly. He rounded one side of the table, and she matched his steps on the other side. Jumping back, he went to the other side, but she was too fast for him.
She laughed some more, and tried to get past him. She then formulated a plan, and sat down. Grissom took this opportunity to dart for her, and she sprang up and towards the kitchen. Cursing, he followed her, blocking the doorway.
She was again on the counter, but this time without pants. Grissom squinted his eyes at her, and she slid down the counter, walking over to him. She wrapped her arm around his neck, and caressed his pants with her other hand.
"Do you like me Gil?"
"Yes."
"A whole lot?"
"Yes."
"Oh." She said and walked around him and into the bedroom before he had time to figure out what had happened.
Slowly coming to, he walked towards the bedroom and nudged the door open. Sara was laying on the bed, now totally naked. She had a huge smile on, and looked at him.
"Come in and lay down," She said. He did so, and she straddled him, slowly working on getting his shirt off before caressing the muscles there.
"You know, Gil, you're a buff boss," she smiled at him before coming down and kissing him lightly, pulling back before he deepened the kiss. She took off his pants and he moved his hands over her skin, trying to remember every nook and cranny. She slowly slid his boxers off and he moaned as she licked the underside of his shaft before moving back up his body and kissing him possesively.
Slowly she slid onto him, grabbing his hands to her hips as they started to move together. It took all of his power not to roll over and control her. She began to pick up her pace and leaned to kiss him again. His hips began to move unconsiously. She leaned back and put her hand to where they were joined, touching herself and moaning.
He couldn't help himself then, and rolled over, going even faster and harder. Two seconds later she came hard, yelling out his name, making him come too.
As they relaxed, Sara layed on top of his chest, kissing him lightly. His arms were around her protectively, not wanting to let her go. They drifted off to a light sleep, dinner being forgotten.
Sara awoke to a sleeping Grissom and a beeping clock. Not beleiving that she had slept that long, she turned off the clock and looked at it.
"Shit! Gil wake up!"
"What?" he mumbled.
"We're going to be late!" She hastily got dressed, not really thinking about what she was grabbing.
"I'm the boss remember?" He turned back over.
"That doesn't matter! I'm never late! and if we both show up late, the two people who are NEVER late, don't you think someone is bound to notice!"
Grissom raised his head slightly, "I see your point." He extracted himself from the sheets and started to get dressed. Sara came over and gave him a light kiss.
"I'm going in now, bye."
"Bye, Love you."
"Love you too," he heard her yell before slamming the door behind her.
Sara walked into the breakroom calmly. So far, so good. Greg looked up at her and smiled, "Aren't you a little late, Sidle?"
"No, were's Grissom anyway?"
Catherine swiveled her chair to look at her, "Apparently, he is late as well. Wouldn't have anything to do with you being late also, would it?"
Sara shook her head slowly as she sipped her coffee. Just then Grissom walked in.
"How nice of you to join us," Catherine commented.
"How nice of you to offer yourself and Greg to a decomp," he returned, handing her a slip.
Greg groaned and swiveled in his chair.
"Nick, B&E, Warrick, trick roll. Sara and I will be on a homicide in Henderson, bye."
Everyone dispersed to respected vehicles. As they drove, Grissom turned to Sara, "I beleive that you took something of mine this morning?"
"What are you talking about?"
"When we were getting dressed, you must have grabbed something that wasn't yours?"
"Like what?"
"Like, my underware?"
"What are you...Wait," Sara suddenly realized that the underware which she was wearing were not hers, but Grissom's boxers.
Raising a hand to her reddening face, Grissom began to laugh.
"Hun, I know that you like my clothes, but if you keep getting so comfortable, than you might begin wearing all of my things to work. Someone might be prone to notice."
Sara began to laugh at herself. They reached the scene and exited to meet Brass.
"Oh, and why do you get your choice?"
"Because, I do."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Because you're the MAN of the relationship. Is that why you think you should get to pick?"
"Maybe."
"I don't think so. We're going to do this equally. I want this one, and mine looks better, so we're getting this one."
"No, this one is better."
"What makes that one better than mine?" Sara stood with her hands on her hips.
"Because it is. It's shinier."
"If you could find the shiniest one here, would you pick it?"
"No, that would be way too shiny. This one is perfect."
Grissom held up his star. It was Christmas Eve, and when the couple had gone to put the star up on the tree, they had found that neither had one.
Sara once again showed him the star which she held. A small plastic one with colored lights inside.
"Why not get both and see which one looks better?" Sara suggested.
"Fine," They headed to the cash register, paying for their different stars, and headed home.
Once they arrived, they both tested their stars. They both looked nice, but Grissom sadly relented that Sara's was in fact better looking on top of the multicolored tree.
"Told you mine was better," She smiled in triumph.