Butterflies of love

Back in the car Grissom looked over at Sara and smiled, "I have to admit, that was without a doubt one of the best stargazing session I have ever had." Sara just gave him a slight smile in return. He started the car and moved them towards their next destination.

He was hoping she would like this next spot as well as the last. It was one of his personal favorites and he was so hoping he could share it with her. He rounded the next corner and parked the car in the nearly deserted parking lot. She got out of the car and looked around, "where are we?" she asked.

"I found this place shortly after I moved here and have personally donated quite a lot of specimens." Sara stopped in her tracks when she heard the word specimens, thinking of his pickled, radiated pig sitting on one of the shelves in his office. He looked back at her with a worried expression, "are you alright Sara?"

She nodded her head and started walking with him towards the building, deciding whatever it was he was about to show her, she would accept is as just another piece of Grissom trivia. They walked into the building and were met by a young, perky, blond and Sara raised an eyebrow at Grissom.

"Hi Dr. Grissom, are you dropping off another specimen for us?"

"Not today Teresa, I would like you to meet my fiancé Sara, I brought her to see the collection. I have the room reserved for the afternoon." The girl turned and looked at Sara with an expression of awe. Sara shook hands with the girl and said hi.

Grissom lead her into a small hall that seemed to grow hotter and hotter with every step. Lined along the walls of the hallway were several glass encased butterflies, she had thought the collection they had on their walls at home were impressive, but it didn't hold a candle to the one lining the hallway.

Grissom removed his sport jacket and hung it on a hook outside the room before grabbing her purse and doing the same. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss before carefully opening the door. It led to a small room that had a screen door on the opposite wall.

Sticking to the other side of the screen were several butterflies. She gasped at the thought of being in a free range for butterflies and looked at Grissom, a wide grin was playing across his face as he opened the screen door to give her access to the inner room.

It was a large room and the floor was covered in flora. Flowers bloomed everywhere and the room was flooded in sunlight, rays of it shone through branches of ivy that hung from the ceiling. She was in awe of the sight in front of her. Grissom wrapped an arm around her and led her to the different areas.

When they got to the middle of the room there was a bench swing surrounded by more flowers, all different shades of blue. He motioned for her to sit down and he took a seat next to her. "Just sit still for a moment" he said. She complied and soon they were surrounded by butterflies. They seemed to come out of nowhere and were beginning to land on her. She slowly reached out a hand and one landed on it, she held her breath for a moment, and releasing it only when she was sure it would not fly away.

Grissom was pointing out all the different species to her. She was held captive by the moment and the gentle words he whispered into her ear about each one they were surrounded by. The entire experience was surreal.

He leaned in a little closer and lifted his hand in front of her as his breath tickled her ear. On his hand was one of the most beautiful winged creatures she had ever seen. The wings were practically luminescent and were the most beautiful shades of blue she had ever seen. They went from a dark blue on the inner most parts to progressively lighter on the outermost parts. The veins on the wings were black and accented the blue magnificently.

"This" Grissom whispered into her ear, "is one of the species I donated. It took me seven years to get it to look like this." Sara gasped.

"You mean you created this species?" she said in a whisper.

"Yes, it is a genetic combination of three different butterflies, I started on it soon after I met you and this is the third generation unaltered." She looked closely at it, she knew she had seen it before, but she couldn't quite place it. He could see her trying to figure it out.

"There is one of these guys located in every room of our house, in my office, in my car, on my keychain, and…" he said slowly, his voice so low she could barely hear him, "in my heart." She looked over at him, his eyes reflecting nothing but love.

"Care to hear what the name of this particular species is?"

She was almost afraid to ask, but nodded her head anyway. He leaned in close and gently whispered in her ear. "Lepidoptera Nymphalidae Sara G, or better known as the Sara Grissom." Sara now understood why the girl at the counter had looked at her with such awe. Knowing she was the inspiration for such a lovely creature made her speechless.

She turned her head and placed both of her hands on his cheeks, looked in his eyes, and took his mouth in a slow and searing kiss as a small tear escaped. The sudden movement made the butterflies that had gathered around them begin to flurry, making the streams of sun twinkle all around them.

Grissom wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, never letting go of her lips. She moved her hands around his neck and began to play with the soft curls residing there. He let out a low "mmmm" with the action wile lowering her onto the seat of the bench.

He broke the kiss long enough to gaze into her eyes, "Sara?"

She looked back, "Yes?"

"I love you so much" he said before reclaiming her lips, not waiting for an answer from her. He knew she loved him, knew she always had. Not being able to speak and wanting so badly to return his words she used the only option left to her and reached down, sliding her hand along him, feeling him grow beneath her gentle touch.

He moaned her name, their breaths tangling with the words. She lifted her hips and ground herself against him while unclasping his pants. He lifted her shirt and pulled aside the fabric of her bra, enclosing a soft, pink, peak into his mouth and suckling until it was hard. She threw her head back to allow him better access and he took advantage of her posture, engulfing her other peak into his mouth as he unclasped her bra.

He pulled her shirt over her head and removed the offending object so he could gaze upon her perfect ivory skin. "You are so beautiful" he said as she impatiently lifted her hips to once again grind them against him. He threw his head back with the motion, and enjoyed the sensations it elicited.

She pulled his trousers and pants down to his hips and gazed upon him for second before grinding herself once more against him, this time skin to skin. He could take it no more and swiftly entered her, plunging himself to the hilt. Slowly he began to move in and out of her, moving his hips in sync with her own.

There bodies became damp with sweat from making love in such a humid place, which only lent itself to better movement. He reached a hand down and rubbed her in her most sensitive spot, causing her to buck with the action.

She was close to climax and he could feel her walls begin to clench around him. He quickened the pace, thrusting into her with wild abandon until his own release was upon him. He bore deeper and deeper into her until he could feel her walls begin to relax once more before collapsing on top of her and capturing her mouth in one more lingering kiss.

Their skin was still damp from the lovemaking when they got back into their clothes. Sara was sporting a huge grin on her face when she sat back down and snuggled into the crook of his arm. They continued to observe the butterflies for almost two more hours when they were interrupted by Sara's stomach growling.

Grissom looked at her with amusement, "How about some lunch? I know a great bistro just down from here that has a great vegetarian menu?" Sara licked her lips, Grissom following her tongue as it moistened her pink flesh.

"Sound great" she replied.

Completally enthralled with her lips he asked, "what sound great?"

She rolled her eyes, "lunch Gil, lunch sounds great!" She got up, pulled him out of the seat and the two of them headed out of the room, Sara mumbling "horndog" under her breath.