"A few lengths in the pool right about now would be lovely," Sara said as lazily, contentedly, she stretched in the bed.
Smiling, Grissom patted a gentle hand on her stomach. "You wish."
"Maybe next time we could upgrade."
He scoffed. "On our budget?"
She turned toward him. "Think about it. We could relax in the Jacuzzi, try the sauna. We could wear those fluffy white robes and slippers. Maybe treat ourselves to a massage."
"'Peg ain't Vegas, dear."
"You're such a party pooper. How about a room with a tub instead of a shower cubicle hardly big enough for one let alone two people?"
Grissom's brow rose as he pondered the idea. "Room service would be nice too."
Sara smiled, glad he was coming round to her way of thinking. "That way we wouldn't need to be up at the crack of dawn just so we can get some breakfast."
A playful smile spread over Grissom's features. Turning onto his side, he let his eyes travel the length of her naked body then back up to her face. "I rather like being up at the crack of dawn. It makes for a longer day."
