A/N: We couldn't just leave them-sleeping! Another chapter...more to come!

Love Finds A Way

Chapter 6

Although pleasantly tired, the last thing Sara wanted was sleep. She loved the softer side of her husband—a side that few were ever allowed to see.

After Grissom had wiped her perspiring body with a cool, damp towel, he found her a shirt, pulled on a pair of boxers, and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a bowl of pears and a glass of wine.

As she ate, he crawled back into bed, sharing the wine and pears.

"Eli's favorite food," she said as she fed him a few bites of fruit. "Canned pears—you know, he eats a can a day after he gets home from school."

"He has you fooled—or me. He always wants French fries when I pick him up."

Softly, Sara laughed, snuggling against him after placing the empty bowl on the bedside table. "He knows he can get a salty, fatty treat with you."

Grissom rose on one elbow, his fingers playing idly in her hair. "Do you ever have regrets, Sara?"

She gave him a puzzled smile, "Why would you ask such a thing? I have a few regrets—not about us. I wish I had been kinder to people—I wish Warrick had not—had not died. But regrets about us—no, never."

"You know I love you."

Surprised and touched by his words, Sara turned and kissed his chest. "I love you, Gil Grissom."

Pushing himself to a sitting position, Grissom tugged her up and settled her until she straddled his hips. He stroked a fingertip along the pale skin exposed by the open shirt. He smiled and as he admired the sight of this long-legged woman who sat astride him with her cloud of tangled dark hair and bright, warm eyes, he realized, not for the first time, how lucky he was.

"You are a beautiful woman, Sara." He said as he set hands at her waist and moved them down to her thighs. "And every erotic dream I've ever had about you and your magnificent legs pales in comparison to the reality."

Sara giggled; her laugh encouraging, sexy, and giving rise to desire. "You've dreamed about my legs?"

"Yes." His hands slide up her inner thighs in a lazy, teasing path. He kept his eyes on her face.

Instinctively, muscles in her pelvis tightened, rippling through her abdomen. Her eyes widened as she felt his thumbs touch the sensitive folds of her sex. Another tight contraction swelled as he opened her with gentle massaging strokes; artfully, his fingers, concealed by the shirt, toyed and flirted with delicate tissue until she moaned, drawing a ragged breath as two fingers filled her.

He moved her again, lifted her, positioned her, and helped her slide along the rigid, engorged length of his arousal until she was fully fitted on him. Quickly, she found a rhythm.

"That's it, that's it…" Grissom said, breathless as he held her eyes.

Reaching under the shirt again, he circled her clitoris between thumb and finger in an electrifying counterpoint to her downward thrust, a soft pressure that sent new heat dancing across her nerves. Blazing blue eyes drank in the sight of her pleasure and the realization of how focused he was on her caused the ecstasy to ripen until Sara shuddered in hard, deep spasms. Gripping her waist, Grissom held her firmly as he pushed upward, letting his own pleasure pump and surge through her.

A few seconds later, feeling utterly drained of energy, Sara collapsed over him, her head coming to rest on his chest. His heart pounded beneath her ear for long minutes before it eased and approached a normal rhythm. His arms slid around her body.

"Dear, I think you've done it—I may not be able to move for a month," Grissom said as he clasp his hands together, holding his wife against his body.

They did not move—not much. Sara woke up now and then to find herself enveloped in the heat of Grissom's body and soft bedcovers. He must have been exhausted because there was no sound and little movement from him.

As dawn approached, he was the first to awaken. Carefully and quietly, he got out of bed, and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door as he took care of business—including a quick shower and mouth rinse. Back in the bedroom, he found a pull-over shirt and as he searched for boxer shorts discarded during the night, he heard rustling in the bed. Turning, he watched as Sara stretched and opened her eyes.

Immediately, an irresistible smile curved her lips. No other encouragement was needed for him to go back to bed.

His clean scent rushed over her. "You smell—wonderful," she whispered as they snuggled underneath the covers. "I should do the same."

"No—you always smell delightful," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. His hands were already roaming her body. His mouth was soft, cool, and faintly minty as it descended to hers and in a few seconds, he was kissing her in the way she loved and she forgot about a shower or brushing her teeth.

His mouth moved along her neck, across her shoulder, to the valley between her breasts, finding places of wonderful sensation; the ticklish place at her ribs, the velvet curve under her breast, the delicate rim of her navel. When Sara attempted to caress him, her hands were gently pushed away. Her breaths turned shallow as her stomach quivered at his touch.

Grissom nibbled and kissed his way to the dampness between her thighs; her legs spread easily at his touch. When he made a long, slow lick into her dark triangle, a high, faint sound escaped her throat. His tongue worked along her soft skin, dancing, tickling, opening her until he began a sweet rhythmic teasing that gave her indescribable pleasure.

When she groaned with impending climax, he withdrew. Hushing her protests with his fingers, he kissed her along the crest of her hip and then, easily and smoothly, he lifted and turned her until she was lying on her stomach. She felt him push a pillow beneath her hips, and then another, until she was propped high and open as he knelt between her thighs. His fingers caressed and gently fondled her sex until she was clinching her fist against her mouth to keep from shouting.

Her muscles tightened and flexed as he pushed inside her; her muscles seemed to draw him in. And then, her moans became uncontrollable. Her twisting hips were steadied in the firm grasp of his hands. He thrust deeper, probing, stroking, pleasuring her with a controlled, measured rhythm…deliberately pushing her over the edge. Her body clinched around his erection in throbbing contractions, milking a climax from him until a deep growl was torn from his throat.

She heard his soft, satisfied moan as her climax burst, shuddering her body as if she might come apart from pleasure.

Later, when they woke for the second time, the sun was overpowering the light from the bedside lamp and their bodies were literally stuck together with sweat. Sara's back to Grissom's chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her so his hands cupped her breasts; it was her favorite position to sleep and neither wanted to move.

"We should get up." Sara was the first to speak only after she felt feather-light kisses on her shoulder.

"Can't we stay here until—until the dogs bark?"

"We have a big day today."

Grissom nuzzled his chin against her neck. "Three kids, Sara. We may never have sex like this again."

She laughed, took his hand in hers and kissed it. "Yes, we will. Kids have to sleep." She felt the rippling of his soft laugh against her back.

He said, "We'll have three kids in bed with us instead of one." He was referring to one of Eli's favorite things to do—crawl in bed with them on Saturday and Sunday mornings.

Sara turned to face him. Her fingertip traced along his jaw. "We have not been given the girls yet—we might not measure up to Michele Steven's expectations."

Grissom kissed her nose. "We will. Judge Dorsey does not want a long parade of potential parents—I'm not sure how long she has to live."

Snuggling together so her head rested on his shoulder, Sara said, "It's all very sad, isn't it? How could one person—have—have so much bad luck?" She made a quiet mumbling sound and sighed. "Do you think we should look for relatives? I mean, the judge says there are none—but what if there is? Someone Michele doesn't remember—her husband's family somewhere?"

"Judge Dorsey has a report from a private detective—found no one alive—all were buried in the same cemetery in Texas." He squeezed her shoulder. "It is sad. But we can make the best of it—three is a good number. Eli gets to be a big brother; the girls get a stable home. And we—we—get two little girls." Planting another kiss on her forehead, he chuckled, "And we have to get up and dressed. Eli will be home soon—the judge wanted him to come with us."

By the time they dressed, took the dogs out, ate, and made their bed, Nick and Eli were making noise at the front door causing the dogs to bark and rush to the door. For the next thirty minutes, all conversation was about the ballgame, bowling with Nick and Greg, and eating pancakes. When Eli wanted to take the dogs outside, Grissom went along, giving Sara a few minutes with Nick.

Quickly, she summarized their news. "Nothing is settled—we meet their mother today."

"Ahh," Nick made a familiar, compassionate face, "this is so sad!" Quickly, he gave Sara a hug. "But the judge is right—you and Griss are perfect for these little girls. Their mother is going to love you." He glanced toward the back door. "Do you want me to keep Eli today? I think he's going to be tickled to be big brother—but—you know, do you want to meet this lady with him?"

Sara nodded, saying, "The judge wants Eli there. He said there is a play area at the hospice—the girls will be there too. He said there is a window so Michele can watch her daughters." Her eyebrows lifted, "We'll see what happens."

Not long afterwards, Nick left. Grissom and Sara sat down with Eli and, in simple terms, explained their upcoming visit to meet Michele.

Grissom said, "This lady is very sick and needs a family for her little girls."

"Is she going to die?"

Sadly, Sara nodded her head, thinking that her child knew too much about death at his young age.

"We can be their family, can't we?" He smiled, adding, "Like when you got me! Is this place like a hospital? My friend Oliver got his sister from a hospital."

Simple enough, Sara thought. "It's sort of like a hospital. You'll get to play with the girls today—they are pretty small—not babies, but not big like you."

Brightly, Eli said, "I'll get ready—don't want to be late. Someone else might decide to take them home!" He got up to leave the table. "Can I go now? I want to take some things."

"Okay," Grissom said. After Eli left, he whispered, "I hope he's not disappointed."

Sara leaned over and kissed him. "Think positive, Gil." She started to rise from her chair but sat down again. Making a funny face, she whispered, "You gave me a workout, dear. I need a long soak in a hot tub."

Grissom grimaced and then laughed. "Well, dear, it's not just you. I'm walking kinda funny myself."

/ - /

Several hours later, both of them managed to get out of their van at the hospice. Eli, excited and carrying a tote filled with toys, skipped two yards ahead of them until he got to the door. Sara had cautioned him for the need to use quiet voices inside the building.

As expected, Judge Dorsey was at the door, opening it just as Eli stopped. The man introduced himself to Eli, waved for Sara and Grissom to enter. He said, "I'm so glad you could come. The girls are here—the caretakers—Mr. and Mrs. Sneed—are in the play area with them." He looked down at Eli. "Let's go find the play room and see if there's anything interesting in there."

Eli held up his bag, saying, "I brought some things. Mom and Dad say we might get some little girls to be my sisters." His bright eyes sparkled as he talked. "I brought soft things because Mom said they are not as big as me."

Judge Dorsey nodded toward Sara and Grissom, a smile on his face. "Let's go find those girls." Again he waved at the Grissoms. "Follow me," he said.

The facility was an institution well disguised to appear as a home. Tastefully decorated, plants filled corners and local landscape prints hung on the walls. They passed through a large open room with couches and chairs placed before long sunny windows. There were small clusters of people gathered in several groups. Walking farther into the building, they passed several rooms with doors opened and closed. Sara noticed the rooms were much like a bedroom, not a hospital room.

A few minutes later, Judge Dorsey opened a door, announcing, "Here's the play area, Eli."

When Sara and Grissom entered, Sara whispered, "Wow!"

The playroom was straight out of Toys R Us with a train table in one corner, a child-sized kitchen in another. There were big plastic blocks and small Lego's, drawing boards, puzzles, books, a water table with boats, a sand table with beach toys, and a three foot tall marble maze. Two little girls were squealing with delight as an older man dropped a marble into the top of the maze.

Grissom glanced at Sara. She was smiling, her hand on Eli's shoulder.

Bending to his ear, she asked, "Do you think you could play while we talk to their mother?" She prompted, "Introduce yourself to the girls, okay?"

Eli nodded, his eyes on the girls for a few seconds. "Tell her we'll take care of them." He slipped free of Sara's hand and headed toward the two girls.

Grissom rocked on his heels, smiling as he stuck both hands in his pants' pockets. Eli made friends easily and within minutes, he was the one dropping the marble into the maze.

The judge tilted his head in the direction of the dark glass wall. "Michele is there."

"I'd like to meet her," Sara said, "before I meet her daughters."

"Go ahead," Grissom whispered. "I'll stay here—watch Eli."

The judge said, "I'll introduce you. Give you time to talk with her." He looked at Grissom and then at Eli. "He'll be fine in here—you can watch him through the window."

Grissom shook his head, saying, "I'll stay here for a while." He walked to where the children were playing, moving an adult-size chair near. Quietly, he introduced himself to the couple sitting with the girls. A few minutes later, the smallest girl was handing him marbles to hold.

"Let's go meet Michele," Judge Dorsey said.

A/N: A little more sweet smut for 'You know who you are!' Now, leave a few comments or a review! More soon...Thanks!