Here we go the promised epilogue. I hope you enjoy it:)
Part Seven: Amend
It was well into the morning when Grissom slowly roused from his sleep on the couch. A quick glance toward the bedroom was all it took to put his mind at rest; she hadn't left. She was still there with him and for that, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After the cab ride over, they had gone inside the townhouse in silence. Grissom hadn't made any attempt to talk but had kept her hand in his as they walked. He gave her space and time to think while allowing himself the same thing. It would give them a chance to reach some kind of truce while sparing her a breather; he had been repressive enough in the cab after all.
As the night progressed they simply started their nightly routine without really talking or touching. The only words he spoke were of concern for her wounded elbow and she dismissed it by saying that she would take care of it herself. He took residence on the couch again and she brought out the comforter for him. He thanked her as she silently retreated to the bedroom and gratefully noticed that she had left the door open a bit.
Those are good signs right? I have made amends.
On waking, Grissom helped himself to two tablets of Tylenol first before searching the laundry room for clean clothes. He could only find his work shirt and opted to pair it with the boxers from the previous night. He washed his face at the sink as the coffee brewed, happily finding a bottle of mouthwash in the cabinet while he searched for the cereal box. When he came back from retrieving the morning paper from the foyer, she was already seated at the kitchen counter. Her hair was damp and a steamy mug of coffee was already in front of her.
For a moment the only sound he heard were the clattering of the cereals as he poured them into the bowls, bottles clanking against each other when he opened the refrigerator, and the muffled sounds of a siren from afar. He served the bowls at the counter, thinking that she might not have eaten at all since the previous evening he added her favorite sliced banana in her bowl. The coffee tasted a little bitter as he sipped it while pushing her bowl and the newspaper toward her. She glanced up, briefly, and then started to read silently.
Grissom waited, watching her push the cereal around in the bowl without really eating it. When minutes passed by without any sign of her starting the conversation, he put his mug down and pushed his bowl away.
"Are we okay?"
She sipped her coffee again, peeking over the mug and through her lashes. Beautiful lashes, Grissom couldn't help but notice.
"You have to trust me Sara." He locked his gaze with hers, hoping that she would see the truth in his eyes. "I love you."
"It's not as easy as saying I love you, Grissom," she mumbled.
"I know, I'm sorry." He glanced down at his cereal bowl, the white pool of milk tainted with floating brown crumbs. It was like their relationship; impossible to separate every mistake from the past from their love. But the possibility of moving forward together was the sole reason of his being.
"I'm sorry too." She whispered, her hands had let go of the coffee and reached for his instead. Looking at their entwined fingers across the counter, he knew that, after days of faults, he finally was en route toward something right.
"But I need to hear the whole story from you. Everything." Her eyes begged as her hands squeezed his.
He nodded in understanding and dragged his breakfast stool closer to her. "I located and spoke with Jerome Kessler. Heather's ex-husband." He explained slowly what he did to help Heather reunite with her granddaughter. He gave her details about Jerome and Zoe that she probably didn't know. He told her how he had met Heather, filling every gap that he could and would jeopardize his relationship with Sara if he didn't set straight. He told Sara about that one night he did spend with Heather, sparing her the details but revealing his true feeling when the event had occurred.
"It was out of curiosity, I guess. She didn't make me happy." He tried his best to explain and she just blinked.
When he finished he saw a glimmer of trust settle back in her eyes. It reminded him of the day, years ago when she had cried in front of him and told him about her family.
"Heather is a friend Sara, she always will be." That was the truth and despite their closeness in the past and all the possibilities that time had presented both of them with he and Heather were friends and nothing more.
She nodded gently; a trace of doubt still haunted her half-smile. Grissom knew he should not push it. Time would tell, and he would show her how much she meant to him one step at a time.
"I overreacted." She looked down to their entwined fingers on her lap.
He smiled and brought her hands to his lips, kissing them sincerely. "No. I was insensitive. You were just being the person who loves me." He pulled her up to her feet, hugging her close. "And I love you for that." He could feel her lean her cheek on his shoulder as he kissed her temple. "Let me show you." He whispered in her ear.
"Just promise me you'll let me know first if you want to visit Heather… No. Scratch that. Just promise me you won't visit that dominatrix ever again."
"I can't promise you that," he chuckled, finally able to see the cuteness in Sara's jealous frown. Soon he would need to introduce Sara to Heather properly. He really wanted Sara to see Heather as his friend, to value their friendship. But just like chess, a rushed move would mean more faults. Both Sara and him needed more time before they could trust each other again completely. "But I promise you to communicate everything to you. I promise you my love, for eternity." He ran his fingers through her damp hair, grateful for the chance.
A smile, a more sincere smile, adorned Sara's face as he cupped her chin and kissed first her forehead, then the tip of her nose. He gave her lips gentle kisses before running the tip of his tongue in the parting, coaxing her mouth to open. When their tongues met in the warmth of her mouth he tugged her closer, as if their current proximity wasn't close enough. She explored his sensual mouth while he ran his hands down from her face to her shoulders, down her arms, and he groaned when the journey ended on her supple ass.
She tugged his hand as they broke the kiss, leading him back to the bedroom. He stopped her midway, backing her to the couch as he alternately nibbled on her earlobe and neck.
"Gil…" She popped a couple buttons of his shirt open but he stopped her again.
"Let me show you Sara." His words were barely a whisper as he lowered their bodies onto the couch. He leaned back as Sara teased her tongue around his nipples and then turned her around in a gasp. "Let me love you."
She sat on his lap facing away from him and he watched their blurry reflection on the TV screen across the room as he deftly divested her from her shirt. The light blue bra that she was wearing enticingly pushed her breasts up and he had to refrain himself from turning her over again just to lavish the hardened buds. She unhooked the bra in one swift movement and he wasted no time, eagerly cupping and squeezing her mounds with his hands from behind.
A low moan escaped her lips as she lifted her arms and entangled her fingers in his hair, leaning back on his chest. He scrapped his teeth against the smooth expanse of her shoulder blade all the while worshipping her nipples with his fingers.
"Let's move these away." He fingered the waistband of her navy boxer shorts, smiling as she stood to remove them. When she reached for her panties, he brought her hand away from the skimpy lace. "Leave it." He gently guided her back onto his lap.
As she straddled him with her long luscious legs he parted his thighs, indirectly opening her up for his fingers. His arm around her hips, he slid his hand under her panties. At first, he only brushed his fingertips along her lips, letting her tremble for more. When she began to writhe atop him, Grissom dipped one finger into her warm centre, deliberately exploring her inside. His other hand moved down her thigh, parting her wider to allow deeper access.
He then leaned forward; nibbling her earlobe and whispering his apologies, all the while stretching her with three of his fingers. From the way Sara was whimpering and bucking, he knew he had given her equal amount of pain and pleasure. He drew his fingers slowly but Sara held his hand still.
"Don't." She shook her head against his shoulder, biting her lips. He smiled and kissed her temple as he slowly guided her hand between her thighs. He led one of her fingers inside accompanying it with one of his; together they rubbed her aching core. His other hand clasped her hand away from his curls, steering it to cup and fondle her breast.
He enjoyed the view greatly. His Sara, almost bursting out with satisfaction, lay back on his chest. Her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted as her body trembled. A surge of pride welled up in him, knowing he was the one who took her to the edge. Deep in his heart he hoped that Sara would understand that she was the only one deserving of this. She was the only one who could give him the pleasure of pleasuring her. That this was his attempt to mend his faults, however insignificant the action was.
A hitched gasp came out of Sara's parted lips and Grissom knew that she was close. He added one finger inside her while pressing her sensitized nub with his thumb. She bucked her hips and pushed back against his chest as he moved their fingers in circle. "Come for me love." He whispered in her ear as he pumped their fingers in her.
"Gil…" His name proudly escaped her in a hiss as she grinded against his lap. He bit her neck, gently scraping his teeth against her porcelain skin, and brought her higher and higher to completion. She came in a rush, contracting around their fingers. He kept both their hands in a slow pumping motion, riding her orgasm before slowly coming back to reality.
After a while, he hugged her limp and sated body from behind, tilted his head to kiss her passionately and said, "I love you Sara, only you."
Although she only mouthed her love-you-too with her eyes closed, he knew that for now it was enough.
He had made amends.
EnD
Again, thank you very much for reading this and for your reviews too.
And to Sylvie; terima kasih banyak, I'd rather write "curiousity" than have Grissom killed with a bowl:)
