A/N: This is for charlibubble :)

A few of you have commented on the copious amounts of fluff this season. So just as a small note - I see season six as G&S's "honeymoon period", their first year together, so that's my reasoning behind the fluff. However, with everything season seven throws at them, there WILL be drama coming up, and there will also be a return to POVs of characters other than G&S. Just so you know :) But I appreciate all of you sticking with me, even through all this sickingly sweet stuff ;)

Spoilers for episode 6x22, Time of Your Death.

The team filed out of the room, and the two of us were left alone, gazing at each other. The smallest flicker of his eyes – downward – could do so much to me so quickly.

"So," I said in a low voice. "Do you really believe that?"

"That fantasies should be kept private?" he asked. "Yes. I do."

His emphasis on his answer made the corner of my mouth pull up. I was his secret. His fantasy.

And yet…

"How would you feel about sharing one?" I asked. "With me, perhaps?"

He glanced over his shoulder briefly, and then leaned over the glass table.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

I realized that it was about time for the day shift to clock on for shift, so I rose from the table, making my way to him. He rose too, standing in place. I made sure to pass closely, brushing my breast against his arm.

"One fantasy each," I said huskily.

I heard the breath catch in his throat, but he managed, "my place in an hour."

I smiled. That didn't take long. Was it possible that he already had a fantasy – chosen and ready to go?

Turned out, he did. He had everything set up by the time I knocked on his front door. And I tried so hard to laugh, I did. But it was hard to contain a giggle fit when there was all his furniture was pushed against the walls, and in its place, an enormous canoe was sitting in the middle of his living room.

My eyes widened.

"Where did you get that?"

"I've had it in storage for ages," he answered. "I never use it, but I don't want to get rid of it."

I blinked.

"Gil," I said slowly. "What kind of fantasy involves a giant canoe?"

"The kind where we make love in it."

I stared at him.

"In that?"

"Well, my specific fantasy takes place in a canoe in the rainforest," he explained, taking my elbow and dragging me through the door when we both realized I still hadn't made it inside. "But this should help."

He pulled a remote from behind him and pointed it to the stereo system. The sounds of a jungle rainforest filled his townhouse.

"A soundtrack?" I said in disbelief. "Well, my fantasy seems a little lackluster compared to this."

"We get to do yours too?" he asked, excitement in his voice and his eyes as round as a little boy's.

"Fantasy night," I said softly, stepping nearer. "One time only."

He grinned.

"This was a great idea."

I laughed.

"So how do we get started?"

"There's more," he beamed, handing me a shopping bag. "I was going to save it for next week… our anniversary, you know, but I figured we might as well go all out."

I pushed aside the tissue paper in the bag and pulled out two pieces of very lacy, very sexy, dark purple lingerie. They were beautiful, and yet, understated enough not to be over the top. Something I would buy. I looked up at him and was surprised to see him blushing.

"I love it," I said softly. "I'll go change… if… that's okay?"

"Of course."

I scurried off to his bathroom, infinitely more excited about his fantasy. I shed my jeans and t-shirt, slipping into his gift and, when I was done, looked sheepishly at the mirror.

My mouth dropped a little. The panties sat a little higher on my hips, making my legs look even longer than usual. The bra fit perfect (how did he know?) and gave even my modest breasts some considerable cleavage. Both pieces were dark purple and covered in black lace, elegant and gorgeous, and stood out in contrast to my milky skin. I leaned closer to the mirror, wiping smudges of make-up from under my eyes. I pulled the hair tie from my hair, releasing the damp curls that had been drying haphazardly since I showered quickly at my apartment. I dug out a box of bobby pins I kept in Gil's toothpaste drawer, and used a few of them to pin up most of my curls, leaving just a few dangling. I stepped back to look at the final product, and for the first time in a very long time, I actually felt pretty.

So instead of slinking shyly back to Gil and his giant canoe, I walked out confidently, my chin lifted just slightly, and my lips pursed in what I hoped to be a teasing, tantalizing smile. I stopped short when I got to the living room. Gil was butt-naked, bent over the canoe while spreading out a blanket, giving me a full, glorious view.

I cleared my throat a little, my heartbeat quickening, and he turned around.

"Wow," he breathed. "I… wow."

I bit my lip and smiled. Even in the dim lighting – I guess canoe sex was best at twilight in the rainforest – the sight of him was breathtaking. I already felt waves of desire sweeping through me.

"It's your fantasy," I told him.

"Come get in," he said softly.

He had removed the seating boards from the canoe, so I was able to lie flat without anything blocking me. He stood above me, and I flushed deep red at the heat that was already collecting at my core.

"Tell me what to do," I breathed.

"Don't do a thing," he whispered as he climbed on top of me. "My fantasy is all about pleasing you."

And please me he did. He covered my body with the warmth of his, and from the moment our skin made contact, I was ready for him. But he took his time, running his hands all over me, re-discovering every inch and examining every freckle. Neither of us spoke, the recordings of tropical birds and exotic insects echoing around us provided all the ambiance we needed, but when he dipped his hand into the dark purple panties and parted my folds with his fingers, my soft, urgent moans joined the soundtrack.

He teased me, but pleasured me at the same time, knowing exactly where to touch, where to put pressure and how fast to move. His mouth was as busy as his fingers, he had removed the dark purple bra and his tongue was circling one nipple as his free hand played with the other. He moved his way up, kissing my chest and neck, and finally meeting my lips. I cradled his head in my hands, hoping to keep him there. We continued to kiss furiously, and suddenly, he thrust two fingers into me with blinding, wonderful force. I whimpered when he withdrew them, so he put them back, circling slowly, slowly… then faster. I could feel my orgasm building, crashing over me with an unstoppable power.

"Tell me," I moaned. "What to do."

"Let go," he breathed.

And I did. Everything in me went rigid as I felt myself clamp around his fingers. I shuddered and made uncontrollable noises, sweat rolling down my forehead. I was only just regaining consciousness when I felt Gil sliding the dark purple panties down, down my legs. He placed his mouth where his fingers were moments ago, and he had his way with me with his tongue.

When he finished, he straightened up and looked right into my eyes.

"Please," I whispered.

"Turn over," he said.

I was surprised at the forceful tone in his voice, but it only intensified the desire that had not yet melted away. He repositioned me so that I had my back to him, bent over a little, my hands gripping either side of the canoe. I felt him spread my legs apart a little, and his hand slipped around me, his palm against my stomach, holding me to him. His other hand covered mine on the canoe's wall, for support.

"Ready?" he whispered.

I could only nod. He pushed in slowly, deeply, and I groaned.

"You okay?" he whispered in my ear.

I grit my teeth and nodded. He pulled out, only to thrust back in, harder and deeper. I almost lost my grasp on the canoe, and had to reposition my hands for a better hold. Gil's hand on my stomach slid lower, touching me as he moved. He kept everything slow, at first, before both of us felt a need for more, and he plunged again and again, faster and harder. Whatever noises I was making were incomprehensible, all I could focus on was the intense feeling of him moving within me, the electricity resulting from his touch near my center, and the heat of his body pressed so closely against me.

I could hear him moaning, which only did more to intensify my pleasure.

"Sara," he groaned. "Oh God – God, Sara… l-love you. Love you."

I felt my second climax threatening to overtake me, and I turned my head as best I could, to meet Gil's eyes and see if he was ready too. There was no doubt he was. I felt him spill inside me, and I followed, both of us caught in the pinnacle of ecstasy. My body was jelly as I came down, I had no control over my limbs. We both collapsed into the canoe and into each other, sweaty body pressed against sweaty body.

"I think… I found… a new hobby," I panted.

Gil grinned.

"Canoeing?"

I grinned back at him, and leaned into kiss him. He stroked my cheek with a soft finger.

"So, what's your fantasy, dear?"

I shook my head.

"I like yours."

"You promised," he pouted. "One fantasy each. We can do yours tomorrow… Fantasy Night Part Two. One night only."

"Okay, okay," I relented. "It was… sex on the beach. Preferably a tropical one, but I was going to settle for Lake Mead."

A grin tugged at his lips.

"But I like yours better," I said quickly.

"I think I'll like yours just fine," he whispered, kissing my hair.

Bodies exhausted, we stayed put, sleeping beginning to claim us where we laid. Gil's breath was just becoming slow and even when I murmured against his chest.

"Gil?"

"Hm?"

"Maybe we should make this canoe a permanent fixture."

The last thing I heard before I surrendered to sleep was his low, loving chuckle, the last thing I felt, his lips on mine with tender affection.