Sara and Grissom lay in each other's arms basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Grissom's eyes were closed, his fingers mindlessly stroking up and down Sara's arm, while she dozed.
"If I were a smoker," he mused, "I'd be having a cigarette right now."
A slow smile spread over Sara's face. "Smoking's bad for you."
"No." He squeezed her to him. "This is bad for me."
Sara turned toward him with a frown. "How so?"
A smile twitched at his lips. "A month's worth of lovemaking condensed into a few days? Takes me the rest of the month to recover."
"A month's worth?"
"If you play your cards right."