Title: The Destination
Author: Giwu
Rating: M
Pairing: GSR
Summary: How did Sara and Grissom get back together?
Spoilers: This is a continuation of my story, The Journey of 1000 Miles. You don't have to read that one prior to reading this one. Series spoilers...up to Season 7.
Author's Notes: GSR is canon...some of my details may not be.
Disclaimer: You-all do know I don't own them, right?

Chapter Ten

"I know what gets you out of bed…but could you tell me what it takes to get you into bed?"

Three things happened very quickly after Sara asked him that question. With amazing speed, Grissom slammed the keycard into the card reader, grabbed her by the wrist and roughly pushed her into his room and against the wall. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized he had kicked the door closed. But her focus was on the fact that he had pinned her hands over her head and was pressing his body against hers. The soft and tender kiss he had given her in the elevator was gone and now his lips were bruising hers as his tongue insistently pushed into her mouth.

For her part, Sara returned his urgent kiss and even bit his bottom lip sucking it into her mouth. Her hands were gripping his chest and she squeezed. This seemed to encourage him. His knee was insistently nudging her to spread her legs and was then between her legs and she increased the pressure, rubbing her mound against his knee without any hesitation. She was reminded how skimpy her bathing suit was as she felt herself become damp. She moaned into his mouth and whispered his name. He responded by tearing the towel off her that she had wrapped around her waist. He quickly shoved his hand down her bikini bottom and she involuntarily yelped when his hands tangled in her sparse curls.

Her cry of pain broke the spell and he froze in place. One hand still held hers over her head and one was within centimeters of her throbbing nub. He remained motionless for what seemed like hours, but it was probably only a couple of seconds. Slowly he released her hands and removed his hand from her bikini. When he stepped back from her she saw his eyes were dark enough that they no longer appeared blue. His face and neck were flushed and he moved away from her to sit on the end of the bed. He was breathing heavy and she saw his chest rise and fall with each deep gulp of air. She thought his hands might be trembling.

Sara felt her heartbeat return to normal and was disappointed to feel the adrenaline rush slipping away from her. She swallowed hard and wet her lips. Once she had regained her composure she softly said one word, "Grissom?"

He heard the unasked question in her voice and forced a soft smile in her direction. He knew his actions had confused her, but he needed a few moments to steady himself before he could find his voice. He held his hand out to her in a silent invitation. She bent to pick up her towel and covered herself again before she approached him cautiously and sat next to him.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked softly. She hated the plaintive note that crept into her voice and resisted the urge to cover up her insecurity by saying something hateful. 'What the hell was the matter with this guy? He spent years pushing her away and then when he did make his move he did so without any warning and with just enough aggression to get her turned on in a matter of seconds.' She shook her head and the little voice inside her told her to take the high road. She knew the frustration she was feeling now would not make it easy to keep her from striking out at him.

Grissom was now watching her, his flush had faded but he had a look of horror on his face. "Sara, please don't think that. I promise you didn't do anything wrong. I just need a couple more minutes to calm down, okay?" he asked.

They sat in an awkward silence long enough that Sara began to count quietly to herself. When she had reached 167, he took a shuddering breath.

"I can't believe I almost lost control like that," he said. "That has never happened to me in my entire life."

She really couldn't help it, she laughed in complete relief. "Griss, I wasn't exactly complaining, you know," she said lightly.

He shook his head. "That isn't how I want this time to be like for us. I don't know what came over me. I think something inside of me just snapped and I lost my mind." he said.

"The fact that you did lose control and were that excited was adding to my arousal and enjoyment. It was quite a rush to have you take me like that," she said.

"I almost took you against the wall, with only my pleasure in mind. Sociologists may say that humans don't have any instincts, only two drives-hunger and sexual. I would like to think I have evolved beyond that of a caveman," he said wryly.

"I don't think you need to plead temporary insanity or change your name to Mogh," she said.

The look of complete confusion on his face was priceless and she knew she wouldn't need a camera to remember it for the rest of her life. Greg would have been envious if he knew she had made Grissom look like that.

"Mogh?" he asked.

"Sure," she responded confidently. "Mogh Grissom…21st century caveman. It has a nice caveman-like sound to it and your not-so-distant relatives at GEICO would be impressed."

With a roar of mock indignation her wrestled her onto her back and began tickling her. She was laughing hysterically and made an attempt to tickle him as well. She bit into his shoulder with enough pressure that he knew what she was trying to do. He moved his body away from her mouth. Before long he was stretched out on top of her and she was pinned to the mattress.

"Go ahead," he growled playfully into her ear. "Call me that again, if you dare…"

"Mogh, Mogh, Mogh, MOGH!" she yelled happily. He had nipped her right nipple through her swimsuit and she had jerked against him. He pushed his groin against hers and she could feel him hardening against her

"I am so coming up with a cavewoman name for you the first chance I get," he said silkily.

"Aw, you're all talk and no action," she teased him breathlessly.

With that he began to softly kiss her neck, moving his lips up to her ear and following the path of her beating pulse. He sucked on her earlobe and she shuddered. He peppered her neck with kisses as he crossed over to her other ear. He no longer had his complete body weight on her anymore and was using one hand to trace the outline of her nipples through the suit.

"Hmmm, are you happy to see me or is the room too cold?" he teased.

She pulled him to her and kissed him. Their tongues dueled with each other and she arched against him. She could feel the goose bumps spread all over her body and she shivered against him. Her nipples were becoming painfully hard and in one fluid motion she unhooked the strapless bikini top. The look of appreciation on his face made her glad she had bought one with a front clasp.

He sat up straddling her and took a breast in each hand. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. "I can't believe I forgotten how perfect your body is and how it feels to have it against me."

His complete sincerity caused her throat to tighten and she was afraid tears would well up in her eyes. She reached to touch his face tenderly and then broke the intensity of the moment with a joking comment.

"You know, before this goes any further, unless we both agree that the taste and smell of chlorine is an aphrodisiac, maybe we should go take a shower, Mogh"

A/N: Thanks again to mccoylover for the great line, I pasted it at the start of the chapter, even though I probably didn't need to, since so many people enjoyed it as well! I would like to acknowledge the fact that there is no completed sexual act in this chapter BECAUSE Mingsmommy is holding the smut icon hostage. Since she is torturing me, I figured I would pass it on to everyone else.

My apologies in advance, but there will probably be no new chapters until July 10th ish.