During her first full day home alone, Sara woke up in a cold sweat. She immediately left her place and drove to Grissom's. She used to her key to get in and crawled in bed with him. He hadn't truly woke up, but adjusted to the intrusion in his bed. He was used to this by now. On the second day, she tried to go back to sleep. When she woke up the second time, she went back to Grissom's. On the third day, she called him and woke him up. He used his words to calm her back to sleep. He had been prepared for this and therefore no words were needed on days that he woke up with her in his bed. On the fourth day, Grissom was surprised that he hadn't been woken by her words or her actions. He called her instead.
"Hello?"
"Hi." He said cheerfully.
"Hi. How are you?" She asked.
"Fine. Congratulations, you made it through a whole day." He said.
"I cheated." She admitted quietly.
"How?"
"I snuck into your house and stole one of your shirts." She told him.
"Whatever helps. We have a date tonight." He reminded her.
"I didn't forget. You told me to dress casual. How casual?"
"I'm wearing jeans and tennis shoes. I am bringing a sweatshirt along too. Should I grab one for you?" He offered.
"Sure. I am a fan of the Berkeley one." She said with a smile.
"You did pick it out. Get dressed, I'll be there soon." He said.
"I'll be here. Thanks for calling."
"Bye Sara." He said and they both hung up. Both of them began to get dressed. Sara was more nervous than anything. She knew him pretty well, but a dream that she's had for so long was about to come true. The rules have changed. She didn't want to mess this up. She also didn't know that Grissom spent ten minutes pacing around his bedroom before he got dressed. Even after the countless meals they have shared in the past, tonight was the most important one.
Promptly at seven, Grissom knocked on hr door. She opened the door with a smile. With his hand on her back, he led her to his car and held he door open for her. He drove her away from the city to a cliff for a picnic. The lights from the strip cast just enough of a glow to see what they were doing.
"Well I must admit that you have surprised me. Having lived with you for so long, I thought I knew what to expect." Sara told him when he had her sit next to him.
"Sara, my dear, in all of that time, this is the first date. You get to see my romantic side." She saw one of his rare smiles and tucked the memory away so she could remember it later.
"I like it. Thank you for bringing me here. The view is amazing." She was looking back at the strip.
"I agree." He whispered. Sara turned her head to see him gazing at her. She felt the blush creep up on her cheeks. She tried to look away, but his gaze was so captivating and held her attention. They both recognized the moment and silently acknowledged what was about to happen. Grissom, ever so slowly, began his descent to her lips. Sara moved even closer to meet him. Just like the first kiss in his living room, every nerve in their bodies quivered with the touch of their lips. They got carried away in the kiss and ended up lying back on the blanket.
"Stop." Sara said in a moment of panic. Grissom immediately sat up.
"I'm sorry." Sara began and was interrupted.
"No. You have nothing to be sorry about. I should have asked if you were ok with this." Sara smiled at his sentence.
"Thank you. I want to…" He cut her off again.
"Sara, stop. I'm a grown man. I'll wait until you are ready. I stop when a woman tells me to. No questions asked, no reasons needed. YOU are worth the wait." He put a palm on her cheek to match the sincerity of his words. She covered his hand with her own.
"I appreciate that. I'll do my best not to get your hopes up. I don't want you to think I'm a tease."
"I'd never think that. I understand you. Your trust was violated by a man you cared about. It only makes sense that it would take a great amount of time and trust to be intimate with another man. I'll be here when you're ready." He told her.
"Thank you. Have I ruined our date?"
"Not at all. Honesty is important. I'm glad we talked about this."
"May I kiss you?" She asked.
"You never have to ask." He said with a smile. She smiled and initiated the kiss. Once again, they ended up horizontal, only this time, Sara was on top. She stopped him when his hand slipped under her shirt. She sat up, but didn't leave his lap. He sat up to face her.
"I'm sorry." He palmed her cheek.
"Sara, stop apologizing. It's ok, really."
"Not from my point of view." He decided to change tactics.
"You said stop. I'll just have a sore wrist for a while." He said with a smile. He was thankful it was dark outside so she couldn't see his blush.
"Me too. I won't hear you this time. That will be an adjustment." He was definitely thankful it was dark out. His bush increased ten fold.
"You heard me?"
"A few times." She confessed.
"I never heard you; not once." He was astounded and horrified that she'd heard him. He'd done his best to stay silent.
"Tricks of the trade, my friend." She couldn't believe that this is what they were talking about on their first date. Apparently, neither could he, because he changed the subject.
"What else do you know about me?" He asked. She shook her head with a smile.
"Lot's. I did live with you for a while. I'm sure you have dirt on me too."
"I do know about your soap opera addiction." He teased. He remembered the day he found out. She was on the couch, glued to the TV. He made the mistake of asking her what she was watching and she spent the next forty minutes giving commentary and background information for the particular soap she was watching. He he'd gone to bed with a headache that day.
"I guess we'd be pretty evenly matched in the blackmail game, huh?" She theorized.
"Yes, I trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone in my life; one possible exception being my mother." He said.
"Thank you. How is your mother these days?"
"She's bugging me to visit. She says that if I don't go soon, she's going to send embarrassing photos of me to Catherine." Sara laughed.
"Catherine's met her?"
"Just once. She came to pick up something from my house and mom was there."
"What's she like?" Sara asked.
"A lot like you actually. She is very smart and has some serious blackmail on me. You'll like her. She's deaf and could discipline me with a simple look. She is firm but kind. Just don't piss her off."
"You're right, I would like her. I'd love to meet her."
"Someday." He agreed.
"Were you a discipline problem?" She asked, but couldn't picture it.
"In a way." He answered and knew exactly what the net word out of her mouth would be.
"How?"
"In my scientist way. I'd leave my experiments out and occasionally fall asleep to them. She drew the line at the dead animals. She woke up one morning to discover I'd done an autopsy on the kitchen counter. It took me all day to clean the kitchen to her satisfaction." She chuckled.
"I believe that." She said then nonverbally changed the subject again. She was still sitting on his legs and reached down to pick up one of his hands. She kissed the palm and placed it on her neck. She herd him suck in a breath. Grissom used every ounce of energy he had and some he didn't not to move his fingers. He let her be in control of this. While keeping his hand on the outside of his clothes, Sara moved his wrist in a broad sweeping motion from shoulder to shoulder and scooping a little lower each time. He relaxed his hand so it behaved like seaweed in the ocean. The heel of his hand brushed the barest hint of cleavage, but that was it. He knew she was testing him. Eventually she returned his hand to him. She leaned forward and let their foreheads touch. The moment was far too intimate for words and it was ended by a ringing phone.
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A/N: I said the smut was on it's way, not that it was this chapter. :) It is, I promise. Keep the reviews coming and I will keep posting. Deal? I thought so. :) Have a great day! Kelly