ANGST BREAK!
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED "M" JUST TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE READING "M"-RATED MATERIAL,
THE PLOT CONTINUES IN THE NEXT CHAPTER…
A/N: I don't know about you, but I felt the need for a break in the oppressive angst between these two…so while this really isn't a "steamy" chapter, I don't want to offend any readers by the suggestive content in this chapter…the storyline will pick up in the next chapter…my wonderful husband surprised me with a week's vacation leaving Sunday night! So while we will be travelling on Monday, I will not update until Tuesday (with a promise to also try to update on Wednesday and Thursday in fairness to the posting schedule I set up)… hope you enjoy the little sidetrip…remember, clues are always being hidden…ya gotta love GSR…all mistakes are mine…thanks loads for the great reviews…Kathy
From the hallways, Catherine's happy squeals of delight drew the attention of the couple as they stood in close proximity to each other, but each awkwardly afraid to bridge the gap.
Gil cringed inwardly at the blonde's impeccably bad timing.
"What are you doing here?" Sara finally spoke with her attention still riveted to him, her tone strengthening as she realized this was not a dream.
"Surprise!" Catherine called as she moved into the office, her face nearly splitting with a wide grin.
"And I have another surprise as well," she rambled, "I've given you tonight and tomorrow off as well."
Sara continued to stand silent but with mouth hanging open and forehead crunched by the effort to comprehend what was happening around her.
"Three nights off in a row, you deserve them, Sara," Catherine continued oblivious to the brunette's state of shock.
Proudly, she turned to Gil and beamed, "This wife of yours is just amazing, but then I don't have to tell you that, do I?"
Focusing again on Sara still inches away from him, Gil moved his hand slowly to run his fingers up and down her arm in a soothing motion.
"No…no you don't," he responded softly, his need to grab hold of her increasing as his growing need to possess her clenched tightly in his lower body.
"Well then, off with you two," the blonde mothered as she circled the pair who had yet to fully embrace, "before Ecklie finds out you're in the building, Sara!"
At this, Gil's arm darted out around Sara's waist protectively.
"Why? What does he want with Sara?"
Catherine was getting flustered at her unsuccessful attempts to shoo them from her office.
Moving to the door as she craned her neck out to scan both directions, she puffed a lock of hair from her forehead as she turned towards the still immobile couple.
"He stayed around after shift inquiring when Sara was due in," she started before turning to Sara, "I didn't tell him you took last night off."
Gil looked at Sara, curious as to why she hadn't come into work.
Sara seemed oblivious to his questioning gaze, instead asked Catherine, "Did he say why he was looking for me?"
The blonde just shrugged and mentioned something about a " visiting consultant, yadda yadda ", and then in her most exasperated voice she huskily whispered, "So will you just get the hell out of this building before Hodges follows the scent and discovers Gil is here?"
The smile on her face became infectious, and for the first time since her arrival Sara smiled and nodded as she moved towards the door with Gil in tow.
They moved quickly through the halls with Sara in the lead, and it wasn't until they cleared the exit to the back parking lot that Gil finally was able to grab onto his wife's hand.
He intended to pull her close for a welcoming kiss, but Sara had other ideas.
As the door behind him closed, Sara used the leverage from his strong grip to yank her hand downwards and flip him around so his back was pinned against the brick wall.
The next thing that Gil registered was that his hands were pinned to the rough surface and he was now wearing a certain brunette pressed actively against him.
Her worries and anxieties were temporarily dismissed as all Sara could think was that she couldn't get close enough to him.
She wanted him to absorb her, let her hide away inside him, never to be seen again.
Gil was dizzy with the delight of her tongue pleading for entrance, and with great force his hands broke free of her grip and were now pulling her tighter against him.
His hands cupped her hips and circled around to tightly grab onto her and pull her flush against his straining arousal.
They stood there for several minutes, forgetting the need to breathe before Sara started to feel a bit weak in the knees.
Gil released his strangling hold and supported her frame lovingly, pulling back from his kiss to allow her to sink into "her spot" cuddled under his chin.
He was home.
Neither would recall exactly how they got home or how they managed to get into the townhouse without mauling each other first.
Sara was never so grateful that Hank was still at the sitter's where she'd arranged for him to stay during this busy week of Philip's visit.
But Hank was not the focus of Sara's thoughts as she moved aside to watch Gil enter their home and immediately turn to lock the door.
Unlike his other homecomings were their marital reunion would often take place after a leisurely supper or lazy outing in the backyard, Gil's anxiety over the change in Sara's communications was fueling him to reconnect with his wife on the most primal level.
Having viewed those photos from the anonymous source, Gil had spent a hellish flight home.
The long air miles saw him drifting in and out of nightmares.
The first was of dream-Sara having had too much to drink and doing an exotic dance ending with another man's hands fondling her intimately as he pulled her out of sight…
Another found him mute in pleading for her to stop as she rolled around in their bed with another man looming over her as she cried out in ecstasy…
The final, most hurtful one was concerning Sara packing her bag and leaving their home in the arms of another man… with a goodbye note penned and left for him to find…
Yet now, he was here…home…with Sara suddenly swept up in his arms as he carried her to their bedroom, his pulse way past 90.
Dropping her a bit forcefully on their bed, Gil stood back to gaze upon this woman who was his heart.
She was his…and he was damned if things weren't going to stay that way.
Sara moved to sit up, only to find herself pushed back.
Questions in her gaze, she was suddenly a bit unsure of the look in her husband's eyes.
He would never hurt her, so fear was not in the mix of emotions swirling through her.
His next words caused any anxiety within her to vanish.
"I love you, Sara."
The bedroom remained silent as they two retained their positions for more than a heartbeat.
Finally, "Gil…I love you, too…so much."
His face closed off, a move Sara recognized as his attempt to garner his emotions so as not to fall apart in front of her.
Reaching her hand up invitingly, she spoke softly, "Gil…please…"
With that he moved with the speed of a much younger man, crawling over her as his lips attacked her with such frenzy that she thought he would push her over the edge on the strength of his lips alone.
But his lips had other ideas on areas to explore.
His attention to detail was one of the things Sara admired about him.
Especially in the bedroom.
Her eyes misted at the care he took in removing her street garb, only then to pull back and flick his gaze over her entire body with such tenderness that the air literally suffocated her with the love she felt pouring forth from him and enveloping her in its welcomed warmth.
"Sara," one word that drifted across the silence softly towards her heart –a plea, a command, a surrender.
His lips kissed their way along the long expanse of her legs, stopping every so often to raise himself up to ravage her mouth before returning to his journey northward.
Sara could plead, cajole, even try to physically move him completely over her.
He would always reply that he was "busy" right now, and he'd get back to her "in a bit".
Sara would laugh out loud as then he would give her a "love bite' in his current location.
He loved her laugh. He'd missed it.
He'd missed her.
And this was his chance to show her.
Although his mind was thoroughly engrossed in his ministrations, as he reached his current destination and heard Sara's whimpering in the delights he lavished upon her, Gil was suddenly bombarded by intermittent snapshots of a quite disturbing nature.
Sara at an intimate table for two…with another man's hand fondling her.
Sara brushing up against another man as he pressed against her with a hotel room door closing behind them.
Each vision was milliseconds, but stopped his heart each time they occurred.
A sudden fury swept through him, causing Gil to pull away from her sweet scent and with a growl move over her while pushing his hands beneath her in one swoop.
Before another breath could be exhaled, he had entered her.
Each stroke became stronger, and his lips crushed hers before moving to nip and kiss her neck only to repeat the movements as they both gasped at joy of their joined homecoming.
Unlike previous jaunts, Gil felt no relief in sight as he continued to pound into her while now whispering forcefully into her ear.
"I love you."
"You're mine, Sara."
"Only mine."
"You'll never leave me."
"Love me, Sara…love me."
His words were more of a plea than a declaration.
Sara's bliss was too overwhelming, making it impossible to respond with anything other than a whispered, "Yours…always yours…"
Her responses made him feel every bit the alpha male, and his performance was exhibiting the truth of that distinction.
"I love you, Sara…say it…say it, Sara," his voice commanded, although his powerful actions remained loving and in no way punishing.
"I love you…oh, Gil…"
He pushed her over the edge, and looking down upon this woman who now writhed in the throes of passion caused by her love for him brought him crashing down from a height seldom reached in their marriage.
Limply, he lay atop her knowing he was crushing her a bit yet not wanting to be separated from her just yet.
Sara seemed to reflect his thoughts as she raised her arms with great effort and held him tightly to herself.
A long while passed before either could move, and reluctantly Gil pulled himself from her only to pull her tightly to rest against him.
He reached over the side of the bed to pull the coverlet over them, somewhere in his mind realizing it was not their regular bedspread.
Holding her close, he whispered lover's words into her ear as he stroked her hair comfortingly.
Gil smiled as he noted she was already asleep, his brow furrowing as he noticed the darkened areas before those gorgeous lashes.
She's not been sleeping again.
He refused to dwell on the changes he was noticing…there'd be time enough for them to talk tomorrow.
Right now, Gil felt a satisfied contentment seeping into every pore.
He felt like king of the universe right now, his heart's desire wrapped safely in his arms.
Gripping her closer, he knew she would always be the queen of his world.
Gazing down at her contented face, a small smile tugging at her beautiful mouth, Gil felt as if he could finally breathe deeply again.
He didn't have all the answers to the questions that still troubled him.
But Gil Grissom knew one thing for certain.
He would battle anyone to the death who tried to take his Sara away from him.