Her smooth hand landed on his, sending a flood of sensation to both of them. She didn't move it immediately but looked at Grissom. If his eyes could they would have swallowed her whole. She had never been looked at like that.
"Griss-. I-. Thank you. For the ride."
"No problem."
She nodded. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. She drew back slowly, and when she was back in her seat she gave his hand a little graze with her thumb.
He slowly withdrew his hand and stepped out of the car. She tried to bite her cheek to keep her disappointed and shameful feelings from pushing through.
He opened her door and offered her his hand. She took it and helped herself up.
"Look, I'm sorry, Griss. I wasn't thinking straight, and I completely understand. It would be great if we were friends."
He stood there with a little smirk. Sara stared at him, more than a little confused.
He leaned in and captured her lips. She responded enthusiastically. She broke off and looked over her shoulder at the house behind her.
"Grissom, I don't want to stay here tonight. Let me get a bag and come with you?"
He considered her for a moment before nodded. She went upstairs to a room she shared with some other kids and grabbed a bag to put some clothes in. She told her guardian that she was sleeping over Catherine's and left.
They went to Grissom's house. Both were more than a little nervous. Sara went into the bathroom to change into her bedclothes while Grissom used the bedroom. The thought of her a room over drove him insane.
She was sitting on the couch with her back to him when he did emerge. He sat next to her, "Hey."
"Hi."
"Do you want to watch something?"
"Um, I'm actually a little thirsty, if you don't mind?"
Grissom went to get both of them some water, but instead headed towards his room and indicated for her to come. She followed him in. It was a dark green shade with a very Grissom feel. He put one glass on each of the nightstands and sat down on the bed. She went to the other side and did the same.
He leaned over and gave her a little peck. She held his neck before he could back up and furthered their kiss. She moved closer, letting their bodies touch and tingle. His hands grasped her hips as she straddled him. She broke off and gasped, "Geez, your hands are so cold!" She grabbed them with her own and tried to warm them with her breath.
Before long she was laying gentle kisses on his hands, gently nipping. He let out a low groan that made her want to kiss all of him to hear it again. Leaning over, her lips laid a trail on his jaw before traveling down his neck.
"Sara."
"MmmmHmm?" She purred against him.
"Sara. We have to stop."
She sat up on him, "No," she shook her head.
"It's not a question, sweetheart," he said a little out of breath.
She pouted and flopped on the bed next to him, "I don't want to stop."
"I know."
They both got under the covers and after some time went off to sleep.
Sara awoke to something stroking her arm and a strong heat behind her.
"Good morning," he whispered.
She turned around, "Morning."
"How did you sleep."
"Frustratedly."
He got out of the bed and helped her up.
"I'll make some breakfast."
He did so while she went to the bathroom.
