Grissom woke up the next morning in a cocoon of bliss and contentment.
Sara lay on her front toward him, her arm lightly draped over his chest, her warm breaths tickling his shoulder.
He took a moment to watch her as she slept, unguarded, beautiful.
It had been so long since he'd been able to do that.
Too long, he sighed.
Smiling, he reached out and stroked hair back from her face and neck to expose her nape.
His eyes travelled the length of her back to the bed sheet covering her ass, then back up again, and lingered on the soft curve of her breast peeking out from under her invitingly.
His longing for her reawakened.
His hand lifted again, feather light fingers skimming over her face, around her eye, over her parted lips to her neck and the freckles on her shoulder.
Sara stirred and let out a long contented breath, a smile forming on her lips as she opened her eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, his smile and ensuing kiss as warm and tender as his words.