A/N: Some more smut on the way; at least in the next chapter or two.
Sorry my muse has been a little stubborn lately. Hopefully it will get better.
Chapter 12 Grissom's POV
I feel the sensation of long, sleek fingers trailing up and down my chest. I know its Sara. That thought makes me smile. I crack my eyes open and see her sprawled across me. Nothing like waking up to a beautiful woman. It's going to be a very busy couple days. When I stretch out and she moans.
"Not yet just a few more minutes; please?" She mumbles into my chest. I stroke her back and feel, then hear the purr that comes out of her mouth. It's gravelly enough to tell me that her change is imminent. I try to scoot out of bed and she wraps herself around me possessively. I kiss her head.
"I've got to get up honey. I have some phone calls to make." She moans and it isn't the pleasurable kind either.
"I'll be right back, promise." How did I become so damn lucky?
I grab my phone off the night stand and walk into the living room; to dial a familiar number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Gil Grissom and I've got wonderful news."
"Gil! Oh God tell us you found her."The voice on the other end pleads.
"Yes, I've found her."
"Thank heavens. Where is she? Has she asked many questions? Has she turned yet?"
"She's with me and I've done my best to answer her questions. No, she hasn't changed yet, but she's close." I explain to the concerned, but relieved voice on the other end.
"Please keep her safe. Would you bring her to meet us; it's been so long and she might feel more comfortable with you around her."
"Yes, I'll do my very best to keep her safe and we'll be happy to meet with you. Would a couple hours be ok with you?"
"Do you think that it's too soon? I mean what does she think; we don't want to upset her anymore than she already is."
"I'll talk with her and call you back."
"As always it's a pleasure to talk with you Gil."
"You too Joseph and give my love to Annabel." I hang up the phone and make my way back to the bedroom.
I reach the doorway and my breath catches in my throat. She's a Goddess. The blanket had twisted down past her thighs, revealing her softly rounded buttocks. I inhale a deep breath; no woman has a right to smell so intoxicating, feel so exquisite, and be so damned beautiful. I want nothing more than to bury myself with in her. I walk over to the dresser and open the top drawer; I take out a pair of navy silk boxers and slipped them on. I cannot get side tracked yet. We have a lot to do and time is of the essence. I walk over to the bed and lay down beside her.
"Sara. Sara, wake up honey." She moans in protest. I start gliding my hand up and down her back.
"I don wanna." She grumbles in the pillow.
"We have a very busy day. I've got to ask you something, ok?" She props up on her elbows and looks at me. She's so damned adorable, so sexy…Her face is flushed, eyes dark, and her entire body practically vibrating with hunger. She is the perfect picture of female arousal. She's so damn close. Her breasts are bare to my gaze. I clear my throat. She doesn't even flinch and looks down.
"What? You told me it was nothing to be ashamed of." I moan and lick my lips. Her eyes turn even darker with lust and need. She'll be the death of me. I want her more than I've ever wanted anyone. My boxers have suddenly become too tight. Why does she tease me? I go to move out of bed and she grabs my arm; her intentions are clear.
"Later, honey. I promise." I whisper and slide out of bed. She remains in bed; pouting. I try to entice her out of bed.
"Come on. How do you feel about meeting your parents today? I called them a little while ago and said we'd call them later." I look back at her from the dresser and she's already up and getting dressed. I chuckle.
"Guess that's a yes." I say and turn to tend to my own needs. She clears her throat. When I look back at her, she's holding up her ripped pants.
"Do you have any scissors here? My pants are kind of um…destroyed." There are claw marks from just above the knees all the way down. God if he would have gotten a hold of her… my pulse raced. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. I lower my mouth to hers. Sara's eyes flutter shut. I brush my lips against her once before I fully cover them. When I sweep my tongue along the seam of her mouth, she parted her lips, allowing me entry. Our tongues duel and I can feel the vibrations of her purring. I reluctantly pull back, leaving us both breathless. She whines at the loss of contact. I look her in the eyes and smile.
"First we'll stop by your cabin so you can change, then we really must be going, ok?" I say huskily and stroke her cheek because I can't help myself.
After stopping by her cabin, to get a change of clothes we are finally on the road, headed towards her parent's house. I look at her, she's fidgeting so I reach out and grab her hand.
"It'll be ok; I'll be with you the entire time. They don't expect much, they basically want to see you for themselves." Her grip tightens on my fingers. She sighs.
"I know but I can't help but be nervous. I mean I'm meeting my parents for the first time. I know this sounds stupid, but what if they don't like me? What if I'm not what they expected? What if…" I squeeze her hand to make her stop.
"Don't think that way. Trust me." She snorts a laugh.
"Have you ever seen a vegetarian werewolf before?" I had to laugh and she just smiles at me.
"No, I don't suppose I have; until you, but there's nothing wrong with that. Who knows; it might change after you go through the transformation yourself." I reassure her, just as we pull up to a nice little two story home. As we stepped out of the Denali, the door of the house opened up and her parents emerged.
"Joseph, Annabel, a pleasure as always." I start the greetings as I lead Sara to where her parents are waiting. Joseph is an older man, with black and gray hair down to his shoulders; his eyes are the same shade of brown as Sara's. He's built kind of like Nick at work, but is as tall as Warrick. Then Annabel, Sara is the spitting image of her, long brownish/graying curling hair down to her waist, eyes golden, taller than Sara by an inch or so, but not as thin. Sara stood motionless taking in the sight of her parents. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close.
"This is Sara. Sara, this is Joseph and Annabel."
Joseph and Annabel stepped closer and drew in a breath, smelling the air around Sara. Annabel started crying and Joseph consoled her by rubbing her back.
"O…our baby is finally h…ho...home, Joe." Annabel sobbed into his chest.
"I know honey, I know." He said as he kissed the crown of her head. Joseph cleared his throat.
"Well, shall we take this inside?" I take Sara's hand and we follow them inside the house.
"Please make yourselves comfortable and I'll get us some drinks." Annabel insisted. We stayed for several hours just catching up on all the things they've missed. Sara told them about her life in Vegas and what she does for a living. They told Sara her real name was Syria, but Sara was close and they liked it. They also told her about her kidnapping. A rouge wolf took her to another pack; he thought she'd make a wonderful bargaining chip but they denied him safe passage and ended up killing him on the spot. She was then left on someone's door step and; that's how she became a part of the Sidle household. No one questioned how Laura and David became parents, if they did maybe Sara would've been returned home and none of this would have happened.
They also still approved of Sara's and my betrothal; the old laws having never changed. Since Joseph was both her father and a minister of Nevada, he performed our mating/wedding ceremony. That way when she went through the change she'd have someone with her. Some other pack member came to witness the holy occasion. She was dressed in a cream colored gown, the same one her mother had worn to her own mating ceremony, fresh daisies in her hair and she was barefoot. The air was cedar, pine, dirt and mixed with the scent of some pack members.
The wedding was just a normal affair, but the mating ceremony is the real thing in our lives. Since we're wolves we mate for life and only death can separate us. The older males and females of the pack had to make sure we were suitable as mates. I have no doubt in my mind. Her father uses a ceremonial dagger and carefully slices our hands open; while collecting the blood in a special goblet. When our blood mixes it's supposed to taste like wine. The stronger the taste the better the mating will be, and stronger the bond. After the older pack members tasted the blood, we are given permission to continue. Sara and I must also partake of the blood wine. A brief look of horror flashed across her face. I went first, followed by Sara; she looked in my eyes the entire time and could see the pure love I have for her. When this is completed, Sara and I seal the deal with a traditional kiss and dance. We are now one.
Looking through the crowd, I spy James and his parents. James didn't look too happy. I choose this moment to speak to James's parents about his behavior towards Sara. To say they were upset was an understatement; they dragged the poor boy out by his ear. I couldn't help but chuckle. I am alpha male and there are rules to be followed. It serves him right; I could've killed him but didn't. James better think twice before confronting me again. He knows the mercy I have shown him.
"So will you both be back?" Annabel asked hesitantly when it was just the four of us again. Sara smiled her brilliant smile.
"I'd like that a lot." We exchanged hugs and information, then said our good-nights. When we got back in the Denali, I had to look over at Sara. She was just smiling and glowing.
"It was nice to meet them." I had to smile.
"Yeah they're wonderful people. So now my dear grocery store then back to the cabins?" She nods and we pull out of the drive way. She looks at me and I know exactly what is on her mind; it's not the grocery store. I know that my eyes are mirroring her at this point. This is the first day of the rest of our lives and couldn't be happier about it.
