A/N: Okay here we go. My eternal thanks as always to mingsmommy, your guidance was very much needed on this chapter and I thank you for the suggestions and input. So what will the morning after bring? Time to see :) Thank you for all the reviews, no matter how small or large I take them all to heart and please keep your comments coming.
Please note we are still on an M rating – MATURE. This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, please read responsibly.
Chapter 36
The warmth from his hands spread through her upper body quickly, her nipples hardening in an instant as his thumbs softly brushed over them. She was still waiting for him to respond although she couldn't deny she was enjoying his attentions.
"Well?" she eventually asked on a sigh as his thumbs continued to rub over her sensitive skin. "Will you allow me to love you?"
Bringing his movements to a halt, he removed his hands and placed them by his sides. "I can't think of anything I would like more," he whispered, "but…" He took one of her hands in his, entwining their fingers, "…just, take it slowly, alright?"
Actually, she wouldn't have it any other way, considering her inexperience and the fact she was still a little tender from earlier.
Leaning forward with a determined smile, she softly brushed her lips over his before sitting back again. Running her hands over his chest as she went, she felt him shudder under her touch and it made her throb.
Once she straddled his thighs again she took him in hand, just like she had learned previously and gently caressed him, attempting to work out exactly what to do next. As he hummed his approval she grinned and shuffled further up his thighs, the juices from her own arousal leaving a slick trail upon his flesh.
But now what? A small frown creased her brow as she pondered her next move. It had to be similar to riding a horse, right? She thought. The right side of her mouth curled into a grin when she realized the amount of control she had when riding. Would Grissom be as easy to tame?
"Do you need some guidance?" he groaned obviously struggling under her constant rubbing.
"Well…" she stilled her movements and ran a finger over his scar, "…I was thinking along the lines of…" she snorted, feeling a little embarrassed. This could make her sound like a total fool.
Managing to shrug his shoulders, "What?" he whispered innocently, "Tell me."
"It's like riding, right?"
A pert grin formed on his lips. "Riding?"
"You know…" she nodded down to his erection. "…what…I do…the positioning, the motion…"
"Ah." His smile grew. "Yes, I suppose it is."
"Then I shouldn't have any problems," she beamed with confidence now, wriggling upon him.
He laughed. "I guess you shouldn't, just…take it easy, I'm not exactly a stallion you know and I've seen your legs around a horse remember?"
Now he smirked and she replicated his action on a giggle before leaning forward, covering his chest with her own and kissing him purposefully. Several delicious moments and moans passed by before she pulled away, "You are my stallion," she breathed into him. That said and with a twinkle in her eye she slithered back down his body, passing her lips over every inch of skin as she went. Her ride was waiting and she couldn't wait another second to experience it.
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The next time Sara awoke it was totally silent. Tilting her head just as she had done before all she saw next to her was an empty space. Sitting up quickly, panic over took her.
"Gil?" she called, thinking maybe he was in the kitchen but no response came.
It was barely light, where could he have gone? With haste she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and was about to stand when the door opened and her lover walked in. He wore nothing but a pair of worn pants and he carried a bucket in his right hand. His hair was damp, glistening as he ran a hand through it.
"Where have you been?" she asked immediately, wrapping the cotton sheet about her naked body, feeling the cool chill of the morning air rush in. "It's still so early…"
"I woke sometime ago," he began walking towards the bed. "You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you so, I just went for a walk. I had a wash, did a little thinking and…" He held up the bucket," … got some water for coffee."
Frowning as he smiled weakly at her she felt her body tense as he walked away and disappeared into the kitchen. He seemed different.
When she walked into the kitchen his back faced her and he leaned against the wooden counter, his palms flat upon it and his eyes seemingly piercing into the surface.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned, pulling the sheet a little tighter around her body as the chilly air continued to nip at her skin.
Turning to face her, he sighed. Opening his mouth to speak he stumbled and nothing came out.
Feeling her heart skip a beat Sara stepped forward and placed a soft hand upon his arm. "Gil? Please talk to me, you're scaring me."
"I'm sorry," he sighed again.
"Don't be sorry," she implored, "Just tell me what's wrong."
"Reality," he said quickly.
"Reality?"
"Yes. Here, now…" He hesitated, "…us. What I have done."
Sensing a hint of remorse in his words she swallowed hard, feeling a queasy feeling building in her stomach. "Do you…" She swallowed again, "…regret last night?"
"No, Sara. No…" he said firmly now. "….I could never regret what we did…making love to the most beautiful woman I've ever met, I've never felt so in…" He stopped and turned back to the counter, shaking his head.
"So in what?" she asked, stepping up closely behind him.
He didn't answer and kept his back to her.
"Gil? Please look at me." She could feel her heart pounding as she made her delicate appeal and eventually he slowly turned around to face her again.
Scooting forwards until her body brushed against his she raised a hand to his cheek and gently ran her thumb over his beard.
An audible swallow came from his throat and he exhaled a heavy breath. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured.
Retaliating quickly, "Is that such a bad thing?" she asked slipping her fingers to his lips to brush delicately over them.
Leaning forwards, he brought his forehead to rest upon hers. "I don't know what to do, Sara."
"About?" she probed mildly, soothing her hands up his back.
His answer was simple and to the point, "This…us."
"Tell me what you're thinking?" Now she swallowed hard, uncertain of what exactly was on his mind.
"Where do we go from here?"
Sara pondered the question. She knew exactly where she wanted to go and what she desired. She wanted him, plain and simple. "I want to be with you…I…love you."
He placed a cool hand on her face now, running his thumb faintly across her cheek and she closed her eyes, enjoying his affectionate caress. "Do you understand what you are saying, Sara?" he asked in a mere whisper.
As her eyes flicked open she met the ocean blue gaze of the man she truly loved. "I do."
"Do you realize how difficult this is going to be? I have in all essence, dishonored you and if anyone should find this out…"
"No, you haven't," she stopped him. "It was as much my decision as yours, in fact probably more so; I was the one who…"
"Sara, please," he cut in. "Let me finish."
Bowing her head, she nodded.
"No matter how you perceive it, I have…" He cleared his throat, "…taken you out of wedlock." He stepped back and leaned against the counter. "If anyone was to discover that, you would be branded a marked woman, your good name tainted forever. I had no right to do what I have or to put you in such a position. It is a mortal sin, do you understand?"
Reaching forwards she took his hand and he watched her as she did so. "I understand but I do not feel as if you have spoiled or dishonored me in anyway." She entwined her fingers with his. "I would not change a single moment of what has happened, would you?"
Looking up and into her eyes it took a mere split second for him to offer his reply. "No."
Smiling now and feeling a little better inside, she tugged on his hand and led him back into the other room. "So, we must work out a plan," she said as she sat on the bed.
He remained standing and narrowed his eyes a touch, "A plan?"
"Yes." She nodded quickly, "A plan." Toying with his fingers she averted his stare for a moment as she thought. "I realize our relationship must be kept a secret." She looked back to him and softly pouted her lips, "for now."
He listened.
"I wish for nothing more than to be with you, now and for the rest of my life. I know you must think me silly," she faked a laugh before taking a deep breath, "I mean, we have known each other for very little time but…I have never felt like this before…the way you make me feel…"
Stopping for a moment she could feel her cheeks blushing. She had never opened up to anyone like this, let alone a man and especially to the man who had captured her heart.
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His heart pounded as he listened to her confession. He felt the same. No other woman had ever made him feel the way Sara made him feel or had managed to captivate him the way she had. Even though he knew what he'd done was so utterly wrong, he wanted her and no matter how much he tried to dismiss his desire for this woman he fell short every time.
Pulling her from the bed to stand before him he studied her face, her gorgeous brown eyes, perfect cheekbones, tempting, soft and alluring lips. He never, ever wanted another man to touch her the way he had.
Touch her the way he had. The words suddenly echoed through his mind. They'd made love, twice and not once had he done anything about the possible natural consequences. What if….?
The sound of his name floating through the air stopped him in mid thought.
"You've gone a little pale," she began quietly. "Are you alright? I said too much, didn't I? I just wanted to tell you how I truly feel…" she rambled nervously, "…and…"
"No, Sara." Stopping her he took both of her hands now. "It has nothing to do with what you said it's…" Hesitation loomed upon him. How was he supposed to say this?
"What?" she urged on a whimper.
"We had relations," he replied.
"Yes…" She looked deep into his eyes with half a grin, "…I know that, I was there, remember?"
"I am so foolish…I did not stop to think…I wanted you so much…there is a chance you could…" he swallowed hard, "…become pregnant."
"Ooohhh…"
"Oh? Is that all you have to say?" he asked as he studied her face.
"Well…" she licked her lips, "…it is a little hard to believe," she snorted, "This whole situation, is it not?" Sara grasped the sheet more firmly around her. "But, there is nothing we can do to change it. What's done is done and we will get through whatever comes our way." She thought for a moment. "What are the chances anyway?"
"I don't know," Grissom responded immediately, feeling extremely anxious.
"Look…" she squeezed his hands again. "…it will probably not happen. We are panicking over nothing. I want to be with you and that's all that matters. Should the worse happen we will work it out, I promise."
He thought very carefully now. Sara was right, there was nothing that could be done and he was just fretting over something that more than likely won't even happen. Either way he felt as she did and he wanted to be with her. Whatever happened he would be by her side, if the gods would allow him, as well as her father. Now, that was going to be a task in itself.
It was time to bite the bullet and for the first time follow his heart rather than his head. When would he ever get such an opportunity again?
"We have to be extremely careful, do you understand?" he asked. "No one must know what we have done here or that we have shared such intimacies. No one, not a soul."
With haste, she nodded. "I understand."
"When we get back," he continued, "We act as we did before we left, until I can find the right moment."
She frowned, "Moment?"
"To ask your father for your hand, although, I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to do that or how he is going to react, after all we have not shown any indication that…"
He stopped his rambling, noticing how her eyes had widened and her face had paled an awful lot considering how reddened she was before. Then he realized what he'd said.
"Did…you just say…" she stuttered, unable to finish her question.
"I think I did," he responded as bemused as she was.
The brightest smile formed on her lips and she giggled. "Are you serious?"
"I…think…so…" he mockingly hesitated and she playfully slapped him on the chest.
"You are serious…" she affirmed.
"Wouldn't it be the right thing to do?" he asked.
"Depends on your reasons," she threw back quickly, with a quaint grin.
"You know my reasons."
"Do I?"
Her sassy response made him smile and he pulled her to him. "Let me show you." With that said his lips were quick to descend upon hers and she whimpered into him as his hand snuck up the bed sheet to come to rest on her buttocks, pulling her even tighter against his body.
When he pulled away, she licked her lips. "I see," she retorted.
"Good."
"But is that all you have to show me?" She raised her brow in a seductive manner causing him to chuckle.
"Well, this is our last day. Maybe, I can show you some more later? Or else we may spend the rest of our remaining time under the sheets."
"Would that be so bad?" she asked running a finger over his chest.
Now his brow rose, enjoying her banter. "I am sure it would be very nice." He gently squeezed her buttocks and she jumped on a quiet yelp. "But, we do have things to do."
"We do?"
"Yes."
"Alright…so…" Sara began wrapping her arms around his waist, "…can we start this morning afresh and try and enjoy our last day? Whatever it is…we have to do?"
"Let's do just that," he replied with a smile. "I'll start by drawing you a bath then I'll make some coffee."
"A bath would be wonderful, thank you." She kissed him softly.
"My pleasure," he mumbled into her as her lips brushed over his. "I'll go put some water on."
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Watching as he disappeared into the kitchen Sara let out a hearty breath, feeling a wave of giddiness pass over her. This was really happening and he really wanted her. So much so, he desired to make her his wife. It was surreal and far beyond any expectations she held when she boarded the wagon back at the ranch to begin her journey of discovery.
She felt, amazing.
Happy.
Loved.
In love.
Skipping around the side of the bed, she pulled out one of her trunks. There was something inside she just had to give him, she just had to.
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Emerging from the kitchen with two pots in hand Grissom headed for the door. "I'm just going to get more water," he informed Sara as she sat on the bed.
She stood quickly. "Gil, wait."
He stopped and looked at her, a quizzical expression on his face. As she stepped towards him he noted she held her hands behind her back and the light frown which had formed on his brow deepened.
"I…" she began, "…have something I would like you to have."
"Oh?" He placed the pots on the floor. "You do?"
Reaching him she nodded. Pulling out her hands she held out the right one and he looked into her open palm. Nestled in it was a small, blue, velvet covered box. "Take it," she urged.
With his eyes twinkling and the left side of his mouth twitching he took the box. Flipping open the lid he stared at the contents and a gasp of surprise fell from his lips. "Sara, I…"
"Do you like it?" she asked excitedly.
Slipping his fingers into the box he pulled out the golden ring which lay snuggly inside. A twisted style golden band with a small black signet at the center, an eagle etched within it with two sparkling jewels for the eyes, he presumed they were diamonds; nothing else would befit such a fine piece of jewelry.
Looking at her with his mouth agape, he found he was lost for words.
"It belonged to my grandfather," she explained.
"Sara, I can't accept this," he managed to mutter.
"Yes, you can," she implored. "I want you to have it. It was intended for my beloved and as far as I am concerned that is exactly who you are."
Feeling his stomach clench but in a good way at the gesture, he managed a smile. "I don't know what to say."
Stepping right up to him she kissed him softly on the lips. "You don't have to say anything."
"You do realize I can't wear this, right?"
"I know," she replied, ruffling her nose. "Not just yet anyway."
Smirking now he looked back at the ring. "Thank you, Sara. I will treasure it." Reaching to his neck he removed his chain, unclipped it and slipped the ring on the chain to join the silver pendant.
Placing the chain back around his neck he sighed. "I wish I had something to give to you but right now I don't…"
She silenced him by slipping a finger to his lips. "I have your company and right now that is all I need."
He grinned under her touch until she eventually removed her finger.
"I'll…" he picked the pots back up, "…go get the water now."
"And I'll make some coffee," she responded giving him another quick kiss before turning and heading for the kitchen with a skip in her step.
His eyes didn't leave her until she vanished from view; he was too entranced, enjoying the sway of her rear end through the sheet as she moved. Smirking to himself he sucked in a deep, content breath. He had the feeling it was going to be a very good day. A very good day indeed.
A/N: So do we think our couple are going to have a harmonious last day before they return home? And what will happen once this blissful time away is over? The clock is ticking….
I feel my bad side a'brewin, lol.