Carnival Chapter 12
Sara threw her hotel door open and rushed in. She had to get out of here before he came looking for her. She went straight to the closet, grabbed her suitcase, and started packing. What would Mel say about all this? Ha! She would have a hay day with this whole ordeal and take full advantage of it.
She grabbed her things and left her room. She prayed he wouldn't come and look for her, but then again having someone chase her down and confess his what exactly? Lust? Fascination? Couldn't be love…could it? "Sex without love is sad. You make me happy." What the hell? Did he get his kicks from messing with her head?
Sara hailed a car to take her to the airport. She'd call Mel later and make-up something as to why she had to leave early.
Grissom couldn't move. He watched her climb into the car and drive away.
"Fuck!" He cursed and ran up the stairs to his room; he needed to pack. Where was she going? Airport, She has to be, she had her suitcase with her. Why was she running? Was she scared of his declaration of love? Of course she was, how stupid could he be? They had barely known each other on a mental level. He smiled; physically they were perfect together in all ways. Yes, they had coffee dates, talked about entomology and her research paper but never really gotten below the surface; yet. Yeah, she was in his class; the best student he had, but that didn't mean anything.
Sure, he got hit on time and time again. All that changed after she walked into the auditorium that day. The light around her encased her body in a glow, as if God himself sent her down from the heavens and presented her as a gift just for him. Her hair was curly and slightly wet; framing her face. She wore a touch of make-up. Her smile was big and the way she walked was seduction in itself. He just couldn't lose her now. He grabbed his two bags and left the hotel.
Sara couldn't believe it. Two hours before the next flight to San Francisco; just her luck. This day just keeps getting better and better, what else could happen. Wait! She didn't want to think about that right now; a lot could happen. She opened her purse and noticed the untouched condoms. Damn! Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought everyone around her could hear it. Yes, she had brought them along and intended to use them, but in the heat of the moment all rational thoughts drained from her mind. What is she going to do if she was?
Grissom raced towards the check-in.
"I need a flight to San Francisco." He was breathing rapidly. The clerk glanced over her magazine, marked her place and put it down.
"The earliest flight we got is in," she looked it up on the computer. "about an hour, sir." Grissom sighed in relief.
"I'll take it." He smiled and handed her his credit card. She typed in his information, handed his card and boarding pass to him, and he signed his receipt. "Thanks." He turned and walked toward the gate his flight would depart from. As he walked he spotted her and stopped to take in her beauty. Her eyes were closed; her hair was all tousled, and there was a radiant glow around her face. My Bella!
Sara's body started to tingle as someone sat down beside her. She knew it was him; she always knew, but didn't open her eyes. She could hear him breathing, as it began to slow down.
"What are you doing here?" She whispered. She wasn't mad anymore, but she was still hurt about the deception. She peeked to her side and he just sat there wide eyed and opened mouth.
He was amazed on how she knew it was him. Did her body react the same way his did, when he was near her? He took a deep breath and relaxed a little.
"I…well ummm…I won't let you go." He saw her stiffen.
"I can't lose you. I won't lose you." He added with a firm tone.
She didn't know what to say. How do you respond to something like that? What the hell?
"What in the hell are you playing at? Do you like screwing with my head? Do you get some…" Her voice was rising by the second and she was drawing attention to them. He did the only thing that he could. He kissed her.
His hands cupped her face, brushing his lips against hers and drowning out her ranting in mid-sentence. It had been less than four hours since he'd last had a taste of her, but it would never be enough. It was a tender and deep kiss.
Sara's blood was rushing through her body, just by a simple touch and kiss from this man. The electric pulse, the heat, her ears ringing; sensations running through her body, that no other man had ever come close to bringing to the surface. She couldn't deny her addiction or attraction to Grissom. It's been this way with him, mask or no mask, since the first day she met him.
He treaded his fingers through her hair, making sure not to loosen his hold; afraid she'd bolt at the first chance. Grissom was aroused; it happened the moment she finally gave in and kissed him back with equal heat. His only hope was convincing her to come with him and to give them, as a couple, a chance at happiness. Grissom's tasted every space he could reach, with the sweep of his tongue.
She couldn't help but moan when their tongues touched and Grissom answered with a groan. Their tongues thrusting, stroking and mingling with each other; like long lost lovers. What she wouldn't give for a room now, it was too delicious, and with that she pulled back; from their tender yet heated kiss.
"We shouldn't be doing this." She whispered as he placed his forehead against hers.
"I don't want it to end." His eyes locked onto hers and his breathing was labored. "Come with me. Give us a chance. A shot to find out what this is between us, please." She could see that he really did want to give it a try. If she were honest with herself, she did too, but she wouldn't cave into him so easily.
"Why didn't you tell me it was you?" Her breathing finally slowed down. Grissom chuckled a little.
"If you remember I've tried to tell you and you wouldn't let me; so I stopped trying." She remembered him doing his silly bow again and proceeding to say his name but she stopped him.
"Is that why you told me to meet my masked man?" She looked up at him again and he nodded.
That's when the boarding call echoed through the terminal.
"Well that's…" "I guess this…" They said at the same time. A look of shock crossed both of their faces, and then they laughed.
"Well I guess we should get going then." Grissom held out his arm hoping Sara would take it. She hesitated for a moment, but didn't disappoint.
"So where are you sitting at?" Sara was looking down at her ticket and looked up at him. He took his ticket out of his jacket pocket and glanced at it.
"I'm in F1 and you?" Grissom looked back at Sara and could see her lips twitch into a slight smirk.
"I'm in F3." Just one stupid seat separating them; Fate was definitely telling them something.
They walked to the gate in silence and proceeded to check in their bags. Sara glanced over and noticed a slight bulge in his pants; at least she wasn't the only one influenced by their kiss. They handed their tickets to the counter clerk and walked the corridor to board.
Grissom couldn't help but watch the sway of Sara's hips as she walked. Her shoulders were firm, like she was on a mission, but one look at her and it was obvious that she knew you were watching. It thrilled him that she didn't knock him one. He deserved everything she gave and more. Maybe he could convince her by the time they touched down.
Sara knew he was watching her walk, so she added a bit more sway to her hips. It was like waving a juicy steak in front of a starving tiger. One stumble and they pounced. Shivers raced up and down her back; just the thought of Grissom pouncing on her aroused her. She glanced over her shoulder and conformed what she already knew. The fire in his eyes was unmistakable; he wanted her. She turned back around and smiled to herself.
Grissom watched and when she looked back at him; he was done for. There was a hunger lurking just below the surface, waiting for the perfect time to explode. That one look in her eyes didn't help either. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. This was going to be a very long and uncomfortable trip.