Chapter Fourteen:
Day five:
There were no nightmares.
She rolled over and found herself wrapped in his arms.
He was still asleep.
She gently reached up and let her fingers sift through his hair.
She was sore and imagined he would be sore as well from sleeping on the floor.
She turned and saw the fire was out.
"You want to do the fire or breakfast?" he asked.
"Fire," she said.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
"Better," she said.
He got up slowly and stretched.
"Sore?" she asked.
"I think a hot shower will feel good this morning," he said.
They stood outside the cabin.
She watched as he pulled out the fishing rods.
"Let's try to fish today," he said.
She followed him as he headed toward the creek.
"There's a nice spot right down here," he said.
He handed her a pole, and she took it.
"Be careful along the edge. It's slippery," he warned.
She slowly crept along the edge.
"Sara, maybe you should…"
Her foot slipped, and she plunged into the water.
It was not deep, but it was icy cold.
She stood suddenly gasping for air.
He panicked until he saw her wet body emerge from the water.
He chuckled.
"That's…not…funny!" she yelled.
"Yes, it is," he said.
"It's freezing," she said.
"Let me give you a hand," he said as he leaned down.
He was not prepared to be yanked in.
He stood there angrily in the water.
She smirked.
"That wasn't very nice," he said.
"Neither is this," she said as she splashed water in his face.
"Mean!" he yelled as he returned the assault.
She stepped back and stumbled falling back into the water.
He stood there laughing.
"Going to help me up?" she asked.
"No."
She started to get up when she stopped suddenly.
His grin faded.
"What's wrong?"
"There's something in my blouse," she said.
She wiggled.
"It's probably just…"
She grabbed her blouse and shook it.
She stood and pulled at the blouse causing it to finally come untucked.
"Need help?" he smirked.
"No!"
She yanked off the blouse and stood there in nothing but a bra.
He swallowed hard.
Her breasts were reacting to the cold water.
He was glad the water was cold.
He felt himself slowly reacting.
Her fingers produced a minnow from her bra.
Their eyes met.
He did not intend to laugh.
He laughed so hard, he sat down in the water.
She stood there and glared at him.
"Glad you found it so amusing," she said. "I hope it crawls up your…"
He stood suddenly.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Did you…"
He splashed her.
It made her mad.
She splashed as hard as she could.
He grabbed her and sent both of them crashing into the water again.
His lips grabbed hers, and she lay there in the creek as his tongue darted in and out.
She felt as if butterflies were floating in the pit of her stomach.
It felt odd.
She wanted more.
Her hand stroked his arms.
He continued the kiss as he pulled her against him.
The bra did not conceal her breasts.
His head dipped down and planted kisses just above her breasts.
She moaned.
He pulled her up and helped her as they waded to the bank.
He pulled her out but did not release her as he pushed her down on the grass.
His lips continued their assault.
She reveled in the feel of him on top of her.
She shivered. It was not from the cold but rather the intensity of the need to have him make love to her.
She wanted him.
She could feel his arousal.
She knew he wanted her.
She tugged at his clothing.
Just a few tugs here and there…
He would be inside me…
He rolled over and broke the contact.
She felt the frustration wash over her body.
"Griss…"
"We should get back to the cabin and get out of these wet clothes," he said.
She rolled over and faced him.
"It felt nice," she said.
He looked at her.
"A little too nice," he said sitting up.
"What's wrong with that?" she asked.
"We shouldn't get carried away," he said.
"Why not?"
He looked up and spotted the eagle.
"He's watching us," said Grissom.
She glanced up.
"His mate is probably watching over the eaglets in the nest," said Grissom.
He sighed loudly.
"I've experienced life…you haven't."
"So if I told you I had slept around…had lots of men, you would be more willing…"
"No, that's not what I'm saying," he said.
She glanced up.
"Isn't it?"
"I'm older…I've been with others," he said.
She struggled to get up.
His hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist.
Her pulse rate soared.
"I chose you even before David came that night. I chose you the moment I saw you at the seminar. I chose you Grissom!" she yelled.
"Why?"
"I loved you the moment I saw you….the moment you spoke," she said.
He had felt the same way.
He had thought he had hardened his heart over the years, but one glance and she had managed to break through all the barriers.
"What am I supposed to do Griss? What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"I want you to be happy…to…"
"Why can't I be happy with you?" she asked.
He was happy with her.
He was happy even when they fought.
He just wanted her in his life.
"I could never make you happy," he said.
"Yes! You could! You do!" she yelled.
He looked away.
I couldn't bear to have you and lose you…
My mother lost my father…
It broke her…
She never recovered…
She was so lonely…
Never loved another…
He looked at her as if he had not really seen her before.
"I'm scared," he said.
She sat back down.
"Of what?"
"I could never…always been afraid of…my father died when I was young…my mother never got over that," he said quietly.
"I would never leave you," she said.
"You need someone like…Nick," he said.
"You want me to be with Nick?" she asked.
"Someone like…"
"Fine. When we get back, I'll be sure and screw Nick."
She got up, but he yanked her back down.
"That's not what I meant!"
"Isn't it? I'll tell you how it feels…to let someone else touch me. I'll tell you what it feels like when…"
He grabbed her into his arms, and his mouth crushed hers.
It was urgent and forceful.
His tongue demanded entrance, and she let him.
His lips left hers and assaulted her neck, and she moaned.
He wanted her.
The thought of giving her up to someone else tore at him.
He didn't think he could stand to see another man touch her.
His hand cupped a breast.
It sent another moan from her lips.
He slipped the breast from the bra and took the nipple into his lips.
Her body shuddered.
His hand slipped down between her legs, and his fingers dipped deeply inside her.
Her body clung to his.
Her mind tried to take in each touch and sensation.
Her head tilted back, and his lips left her breast and kissed her neck.
He could easily yank the shorts down.
A few adjustments of his own clothing, and he would be inside her.
The scream of the eagle made him come to his senses.
"We have to stop," he whispered. "I wasn't prepared for this."
He felt her stiffen.
"I don't want to stop," he whispered. "I have to stop."
"Why?"
"No protection," he said.
He wasn't turning her down.
He was protecting her from the possibility of getting pregnant.
He straightened her clothing and then kissed her lightly on the cheek.
He held out his hand, and she took it this time.
Each was silent for awhile.
"Did you ever want children?" she asked.
"No," he said.
She was quiet.
"Not until I met you," he said.
Note from author:
I think Sara won that round. Please continue with the reviews.
Take care,
Penny