Chapter 7 Sara's POV

I look down at my outfit and wonder why I didn't ask him if it were going to be formal or casual attire. Dammit, me and my impatience. I guess my black dress slacks, my maroon top and blood red matching lace underwear set will have to do. Why do I feel so nervous, it's not like I threw myself at him. He asked me. Did he feel sorry for me? No he couldn't have. Not if that kiss was any indication or his erection grinding into me, I would have done anything at that moment.

"I'm coming, just a minute." I yell out. I know it's him. I look at the time, early as usual; so Grissom. I open the door and he looks so sexy.

"Hi." I smile at him. Drinking in the sight of him dressed in blue jeans, blue polo shirt and actual tennis shoes. Talk about a causal.

"Hello Sara." And he pulls the most beautiful bouquet of orchids from his back that I've seen. "I got these for you." I take them and smell them.

"They're beautiful, thank you. Let me just put these in some water and we can get going." I turn and walk in to the kitchen. I can feel his eyes watching me. Not in the creepy way either, but in the, if you keep looking at me that way we'll never leave. I wonder if he'd mind if I kissed him. Can I just walk up to him and kiss those soft…

"Sara? Sara? Are you ready yet?" He says with humor in his voice. Shit, I've done it again. I guess the best way to stop the day dreaming, is by doing. I try to walk with confidence towards the man who took my heart so very long ago and look into his eyes.

"Would you mind if I were to kiss you?" My voice comes out soft and hoarse.

"I'd be offended if you didn't." His reply is so smooth and very un-Grissom like. His head descends and our lips touch. My eyes close. It isn't all passion filled as earlier but not so chaste either. He breaks away first.

"I'm afraid if we don't stop now, we'll never get out of here." His voice husky and sensual.

"Would that be so awful?" I can't believe I let that slip out of my mouth. He chuckles.

"I'm going to do things right and seduce you the right way." His voice is almost too low for me to hear, but I do. His eyes dance with mischief and hunger. I giggle.

"So you think you're seducing me, Grissom?" I tilt my head and raise my eye brow.

"It's Gil, and yes; the afternoon is still young and we have all night to go. Now if you're ready, we can get started."He says more confidently. I look down at my outfit.

"Ummm. I hope this is ok." I point to my outfit. "I didn't know the required dress acquirements for our lunch date. Casual, formal, semi-formal…" He chuckles and looks at me as I ramble. What is it about him that causes me to run off at the mouth. I wonder to myself.

"You look absolutely stunning and delectable. Those are two of several choice words I can use to describe you." That grin of his makes him look years younger and turns my insides to mush. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks. I feel like I'm going on my first date. Well technically it is my first date with Gris...Gil, but still. He holds his arm out.

"Are you ready my dear? Our buffet awaits us." His voice is so damn sensual. Why do we even have to go out, can't we just stay here and feed our other hungers? I hope I don't make an ass out of myself.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going or is it a surprise?" I can't help but ask. I'm just curious by nature. He smiles at me.

"Do you trust me Sara?" He stops. There's that gleam again. I see him pull out a blind-fold from his pocket. My eyes go wide, my pulse quickens; warmth flows through my body and settles at my core.

"Uh…You didn't tell me I was going to be blind-folded." I croak. I'm a little scared right now; just a little though. The side of his mouth curls up and he cocks an eye brow.

"You're not scared. If anything you're curious and just a little enticed. Trust me Sara, this one time, let go." I nod hesitantly and turn around. Everything goes dark. He grabs my hand and starts leading the way. My senses were on over drive. The way his hand holds mine while his thumb brushing the palm of my hand feels wonderful and comforting. The sounds of the birds, our footsteps crunching dried leaves and snapping twigs are picked up by my ears as we walk. When we stop, his hands glide up my arms and he moves behind me. His hands settle on my hips and drag me back, so I'm flush against him. I can feel his warm breath on my neck.

"I hope you're not too disappointed." He whispers in my ear and nuzzles my neck; as he's removing my blind-fold. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. When my mind took in the site before me, it was beautiful. A red and white checkered blanket, a bucket filled with ice and wine chilling, a basket filled; with what I can imagine is food, and a single orchid in a vase. When I turn towards him, he's smiling.

"Disappointed in this, no way! You didn't have to do this. It's…it's…beautiful. Thank you." I know I'm blushing but I really don't care. I have never had anyone do anything remotely close to this for me before. He takes my hand and kisses the top.

"Shall we?" He motions over to the pallet. I flash my Sara smile.

"Yes we shall." He guides me over and we sit down. He starts pulling all the goodies out of the picnic basket.

"First off we've got a Cheese Manicotti with marinara sauce, garlic bread, salad, and for dessert chocolate covered strawberries; oh and a lovely Dandelion wine. I've heard it's a very hard wine to find; it also goes great with desserts." I believe I'm falling for him all over again.

"You didn't have to do this you know. I mean you could have eaten meat if you wanted to, it wouldn't have bothered me." He grins.

"I've had my fill of meat for a while, plus I didn't think you'd kiss me if you'd seen me eating meat." His head drops and flushes a little. I smiled back at him. We eat in silence and afterwards, I begin to clean up.

"No you relax and I'll take care of all this." His deep and soothing voice flows over me. I stretch out on the blanket and close my eyes. I can hear him shuffling and moving around. I can't believe I got so lucky.
"You're being awfully quiet today. Did I do something to your disliking?" I open my eyes and see him above me. I just shake my head, reach out and pull him to me. He settled between my thighs.

"What do you fantasize about Sara? Do you fantasize about me; us?" His eyes were like twin flames boring into my soul. I shook my head. "Are you afraid of me, Sara?" His words sent delicious shivers along my spine. I swallowed twice before I answered him.

"W…Why should I be afraid of you?" I tried not to stutter or show my anticipation.

"Maybe this." He bent his head and captured my mouth with his; a soft kiss that gradually turned hard and demanding. His tongue swept the warm wet cavern of my mouth like a flame, scorching me everywhere it touched. One hand buried itself in my hair and the other traveled up and down my side. The kiss was endless, stealing my breath and ramping up my heart rate. When he finally lifted his mouth from mine, I felt I was still swirling out of control.

"I want you and I know you want me too." His voice was husky and full of promise.

"Yessssssss." I moaned and arched; pressing my breasts into his chest. He reached for the hem of my shirt and practically rips it from my body. His hand reaches for my bra strap.

"May I?" He looks at me questionably. I nod and he flicks the clasp. He then tosses my bra in the same direction of my shirt.

"Magnificent." He inhaled. I had a flash of déjà vu. There was something so familiar about the way he was inhaling my skin.

"But then I knew you would be." He cupped my breasts with his large warm hands, squeezing them gently. When the pads of his thumbs rasped over my already sensitive nipples, I couldn't help but moan and arch into his hands.

"Like that, do you? How about this?" He bent his head and captured a breast in his mouth. His tongue pressed my nipple against the roof of his mouth. My other nipple was being manipulated in the same manner by his fingers. He continued to suck on my breast; his teeth gently nipped at my hardened nipple, followed by his tongue soothing the bites. I was surprised when my first orgasm took me.

"Ohgoddddddddd." I moaned. When I finally opened my eyes he was looming over me smiling.

"Would you like me to stop?" He asked. I laughed.

"If you stop now, I'll have to kill you." He chuckled and looked around.

"Should we stay here or take this to my cabin or yours?" His eyes darkened and filled with lust.

"Whose is closer?" I ask trying not to get to antsy. I look down and spot the nicely shaped outline; in the crotch of his jeans. Impressive.

"I think yours is closer." He says with a smirk. We finish packing and our walk back is filled with desire, sexual tension and yearning for one another. Who knew the closing of one door could open so many possibilities. Never thought I'd say this but thank you Hank.