A/N: Two or three chapters left in this story. Enjoy!
A Few Days in the Pacific Chapter 10
Grissom stood in the center of the tent and carefully noticed his surroundings. A line stretched across the back window where she had hung a shirt and her underwear. A hairbrush, a bottle of lotion, and a book lay on top of the metal box. His eyes met hers and he knew his heart moved. She had haunted him for weeks, no matter how hard he worked to drive out her image, she had remained.
He took two steps, more and the two would have tumbled out of the tent. He folded her in his arms and stood rocking gently, sweaty, exhausted, and felt her body tremble against his. His hands sought her skin, underneath her shirt, a hunger taking over his physical need to have her, now.
There was a low moan between them, neither sure who made the sound first. Then there were no sounds but those of clothing being removed, a scrape of shoes as they hit the floor, a whirl of fabric as mosquito netting was shoved aside and the two half naked bodies landed in the camp bed.
The heat had stilled every animal in the forest into a mid-day lull except for mosquitoes and biting gnats. If anyone had been within yards of the camp, they would have heard nothing but a quiet whirring hum coming from the small tent. Gil Grissom was nothing if not thorough in his rediscovery of Sara Sidle, remembering those places of pleasure, behind her ear, along her neck, in the curve of her breast. His fingers elicited sounds of pleasure and excitement, low, purring, rarely louder than a whisper, until she arched her body and brought him into her. Quickly, an explosion of passion occurred first in one, then the other and they lay tangled in netting, sheets, legs and arms.
"Want a bath?" She asked, making no attempt to move away from him.
"A bath?" He questioned.
"Get your clothes on." While he dressed, she pulled two towels from the metal box, took her dry shirt and panties from the clothesline, and quickly redressed. "No soap—that's for the shower, but this is better."
She led him along a narrow path, up an incline away from the camp and into the middle of a thicket of trees and ferns and wild feathery white flowers. Before them was a beautiful natural 'tub' lined with flat rocks and a small trickle of water flowing from a cleft between two rocks kept the basin filled with fresh water before it overflowed to join another stream several feet below.
"Scott found this and made a few improvements," she said and in two seconds she was stepping, fully clothed into crystal clear warm water. It was only two feet deep, but long and wide enough for two to recline. "Come." She crooked her finger in his direction, perhaps unaware of how seductive she looked.
Grissom needed no further encouragement to join her. Their sexual passion momentarily tempered, the two lovers entwined as one and let water flow around them. Occasionally, one would talk, remember some event to tell the other before peaceful quietness came again.
Sara rose first to sit on the rocky ledge, pulling her shirt over her head and squeezing excess water from it before slipping it back on. "This is how we do our laundry most of the time," she giggled. "The monkeys don't care how we smell!"
Grissom gave her a look with an uplifted eyebrow. "You smell good to me." He stood and shook out his own shirt. She passed him a towel. "You're having fun."
"Yeah." She smiled. "Now, I'll have more fun."
They lay on the rocks and let the sun dry their clothes as the forest came alive with afternoon sounds of insects, frogs, and birds. A large blue and brown butterfly landed on a puddle of water.
"A Morpho," Grissom said. They watched as its wings opened and closed several times before flying away. Sara smiled as she watched Grissom's face study the butterfly for a few seconds, then he turned to smile at her…
The three others returned before dinner to find the couple sitting almost where they had left them. They had a plan to explain and put into action.
As selected spokesperson, Carol laid out their suggestions. "We know you two kids need some time together—not with three strangers and monkeys peeing all over you." Grissom chuckled at being called a kid by a woman a few years older than he. "So tomorrow, pack your things and get back to the ranger station. There are some very nice places outside of the park. Go to one. Have a good time."
Sara started to protest but was quieted by Scott. "We can do without you—I'm here for two more months. You can return, both of you, if you have time." He grinned and used a finger to gently tap Sara's arm. "You're a great volunteer," he winked at Grissom. "Good thing you came. The monkeys and I were thinking about kidnapping her."
Night and darkness came gradually and lingering at this time of year. Temperature changes came into the shadows by a few degrees measured from hot and steamy to just hot. Before it was completely dark, the group at the research camp separated leaving Sara and Grissom to be alone, to sit on the wood step at the front of her tent until words were no longer what they needed.
Grissom watched as she moved inside the tent, waiting for her as she undressed and hung each item on the line. She inspected a thin shirt before pulling it over her head. She grinned.
"Spiders." She said as she held out a hand for his shirt and hung it beside her own. Pants and socks came next. She parted the mosquito netting over her bed and motioned for him to enter.
For a breathtaking moment she stood before him as a silhouette against the screen window before entering the net covered bed. She tucked the netting securely around the bed, before lying beside him.
She laughed softly. He felt so good, warm and cool at the same time, secure as their arms intertwined and her head came to that spot where shoulder met his arm.
"I've always known I belonged here," she said as she snuggled to him.
His voice muffled by her hair, he whispered, "I know I belong to you. I don't care about anything else, except you, being with you." He cleared his throat quietly, and kissed her. "We've lost so much time."
Sara moved, not much because they were as close as two could be on the small bed, so she was above him, kissing him gently at first, a kiss to stop his words, then fiercely, parting his lips with her tongue, teasing as she ran her tongue over his teeth, feeling the slightly crooked tooth that gave his grin an appealing distinction. She loved him, not one individual trait or feature, but every cell in his body, every thought in his head. She felt the hardness and heat of his body growing as she moved her legs over his.
This time, Sara provided pleasure to his passion kissing the sensitive places along his body, her fingertips lightly playing in places to create a crescendo of sensations, and when a deep moan bubbled from his chest, she placed her mouth over his and swept along with him as he fell, tumbled, plummeted into the warm swirling whirlpool of passionate obsession he had for this woman. Exhausted, drained of energy, consumed with each other, the lovers finally slipped into sleep.