Next chapter! Please review! I'm a little worried I made Sam a bit whiny and needy here, so please critique that...the last thing I want to do is make her one of "those" girls...enjoy!
Sam woke up and stretched, accidentally hitting someone else. She was a bit surprised at first to find she was not alone in her bed. She turned over and saw Greg still fast asleep, his hand on her waist. Looking at the clock, Sam decided to let him sleep some more. He needed the sleep so badly, and he looked so peaceful. Getting up slowly, Sam tiptoed into the shower and then into the kitchen. It was while she was scrabbling some eggs that Greg emerged from the bedroom. He was still shirtless but had modestly pulled his pants on over his boxers.
"Morning," he said, standing awkwardly in the entrance to the kitchen. "Mind if I take a shower?"
"Go for it, towels in the closet, I'll have breakfast for you when you're done."
Greg came back 15 minutes later, fully dressed in his clothes from the night before, his hair wet. Sam smiled at him, noticed how adorably dorky he looked with his hair sticking straight up. "Breakfast is on the table," she said, pouring two cups of coffee and bringing them over to the table, which was set with eggs, bacon, and toast.
"Wow, what a spread," Greg commented, sitting down and eagerly digging in. Sam purposely kept the conversation light; they talked about work, interesting cases, and their coworkers. Once breakfast was done, Greg helped Sam do the dishes. Sam was going into work, Greg was told by Grissom though to take the day off. They walked to the door together, kissing as they parted ways.
Sam called Greg as she was leaving work. "Hey you," he answered, causing Sam to smile at the obvious delight in his voice. "Hey, how was your day off?" she asked.
"Lonely but good. How was the office?"
"Lonely," she replied.
"Want to come over, I can make you dinner?"
"I'm on my way."
Sam arrived at Greg's place, and he opened the door. Both broke into grins when they saw each other, coming together in a sweet, gentle kiss. They broke apart; grinning at each other like idiots, until Greg finally cleared his throat and stepped aside to let Sam in.
"I made a big pot of spaghetti, and some garlic bread. It's nothing fancy, but hey, I am a bachelor," Greg said with a laugh.
"No worries," Sam replied, "I'll eat anything."
Dinner was similar to breakfast, lots of lighthearted conversation. Sam passed on the messages that everyone at work had given her; all messages were given to Sam with a wink and a comment that alluded to: "I know you'll see Greg later." After dinner, the two settled down on the couch and found some Scrubs reruns. Sam started yawning after an episode. "Do you want to crash here?" Greg asked.
Sam could see the look he was trying to hide, the look that said "please stay, I don't want to be alone."
"I'd love too," Sam said, following Greg to his room.
This became a routine with Greg and Sam. Greg found it easier to sleep with Sam's arms around him. Every day when their shift was over, Greg and Sam would head back to one of the two apartments to watch a movie and fall asleep together. A week after this started, the entire team decided to meet up for dinner after shift.
Sam was walking to her car with Sara to head to the restaurant.
"So, you and Greg have been coming into work together a lot…having slumber parties?" Sara asked with a wink.
"Maybe…" was the laughing reply.
"Alright, look, Greg and I have always been like brother and sister, but I have to ask…how is he..?"
"What do you mean, how is he?"
"You know, in bed?"
"Oh," Sam looked surprised. "We haven't actually slept together yet."
It was Sara's turn to look surprised. "Then what exactly have you guys been doing?"
"Sleeping, literally. It was just a comfort thing."
"And he hasn't tried anything? That doesn't sound like Sanders…"
"I'm comfortable taking things slow…what's the rush?"
Sara sensed however that Sam was slightly concerned about Greg's perceived lack of physical interest in her.
Meanwhile Greg was in the car with Warrick and Nick. "So Greggo, what are you doing with your porn collection now that you have a girlfriend?" Warrick asked, grinning at Greg through the rearview window.
"Why, you want it?"
"Haha, no seriously Sanders, how's it feel finally getting laid on a regular basis?"
"It's uh, great…" Greg stammered, extremely grateful they had just arrived at the restaurant.
After dinner, everyone split up to go get some sleep. Sara grabbed a ride with Nick and Sam offered Greg to come with her. Both were feeling slightly awkward about the conversations they had had with their coworkers.
"My place or yours?" Greg finally asked to break the silence.
"Either works," Sam replied, not really looking at him.
"My place it is," he said, as they got in the car.
Once arriving at Greg's they went into the bedroom. Greg started to pull back the covers when Sam suddenly grabbed Greg's face in her hands and kissed him passionately, letting her tongue slip past his lips. Greg was pleasantly surprised by her aggressive attitude.
Greg returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked with no warning.
Greg smiled. "Of course"
"Do you want to date me, and me exclusively?"
"Of course…I thought that was obvious," Greg was clearly puzzled.
"Then how come you haven't tried anything?"
Greg sighed and sat down on the bed. "It's not that I haven't thought about it…I've thought about it a lot actually. But first of all, I didn't want you to feel that I was taking advantage of your sympathy."
Sam could understand that, but she also sensed there was something else on his mind. "Greg, what's up?"
Avoiding her eyes, Greg finally spoke. "Look, I'm not the most suave guy when it comes to this stuff, ok? I didn't lose my virginity until I was 22, I've been with more than one woman but never anything serious. Drunken, rip off each others clothes, and then say goodnight right after the deed? That I can do. But actually making love to someone that I really like? That's a different story…"
Sam couldn't help but find his insecurity cute. She kissed him softly. "Greg, I'm in the same boat you are. But we don't have to get it right the first time. We can take our time and figure it out together slowly, and just enjoy making each other feel good."
Greg finally looked Sam in the eyes. He could see that her expression was not judging him, but was truly caring. He faced her and starting kissing her. She kissed him back, slowly pushing him back onto the bed. One hand of his was in her hair, the other slipped under her shirt rubbing her back. Sam slowly slipped one hand under his shirt, running it up his smooth abs.
Suddenly, Greg's cell phone went off. "Crap," Greg got off the bed and grabbed the phone. "It's Grissom," he answered it. After a minute of Greg listening he hung up. "Homicide on 4th Avenue, I'm so sorry, I have to go…"
Suddenly Sam's phone went off as well.
"And apparently so do you…"
