Chapter: 36
Sara woke first as the morning sun beamed through a slight gap in the curtains. She sighed happily as her eyes opened to see the man she loved sleeping heavily under her. His arms still wrapped around her. She was just happy to watch him sleeping for a while, totally entranced by him. After several long moments of just looking at him, she couldn't help the fact that she was dying for the bathroom. She tried to shuffle softly from his grip but he held her too firmly. She wriggled a bit harder and then she felt him stir. His eyes fluttered open to meet her adoring gaze.
"Good morning," he said softly, stretching slightly.
"Morning. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
He smiled and pulled her close. Kissing her softly.
"its okay, can't think of anyone else I'd rather have wake me up."
She smiled lovingly at him. "I need to pee."
"Oh! Sorry," he smiled, releasing her.
"S ok," she replied. She pushed herself off the bed and headed for the bathroom, hobbling slightly. She winced feeling a little fragile from last night's activities.
Grissom stretched heavily. Awakening ever muscle in his body. God he felt good, tired but oh so good.
Sara looked at herself in the mirror, spotting a rather large bruise on her right hip.
"Was worth it," she mumbled to herself, hobbling back into the bedroom. Grissom noticed the way she was walking as she grabbed a robe from the dresser.
"Hey...are you okay?"
She wrapped herself in the robe and sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand through his already messy hair.
She smiled at him. "I'm fine."
"But you're walking funny."
"Yesss…" she hissed. "Just a little…erm….tender. But I'm fine, stop worrying."
He frowned at her.
Sara placed a finger softly over his lips to stop him speaking.
"Shush."
He smiled under her finger.
"I'm hungry, you?"
"Starving."
"Hmm we have a dilemma here Mr Grissom."
"What?"
"Food or shower?"
"I'd go for food first." Grissom said grinning.
"Oh…whys that?"
He slowly reached inside her robe. "Were going to need all our strength for our shower."
Sara raised an eyebrow at him. "Our shower?"
"Hmmmm…"
Sara, despite the slight discomfort in her backside liked the sound of that. She shot towards the door. "I'll go start breakfast."
Grissom watched her leave and looked at the clock. 7.15am. Even though he'd been unconscious for many months he still found it strange waking at this hour. It seemed odd sleeping at night and waking with the morning light. He slowly crawled from the bed, made a pit stop in the bathroom, grabbed a robe and headed for the kitchen.
He could smell pancakes and heard his stomach rumble. Sara was by the stove. He quickly sneaked behind her and placed his arms around her waist.
"Jeeez! Gil! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!"
"Sorry," he said nuzzling her neck, his beard tickling her. She giggled.
"Hey…easy…or we'll never make it through breakfast."
He smiled and released her. She dished up breakfast and handed him a plate.
"Thanks."
"Welcome."
"No really, thank you."
"For what?"
"For making me the happiest man in the world."
Sara chocked a little but smiled broadly. He smiled back, they sat and ate.
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Sara turned on the water to their roomy glass shower. Big enough for four people let alone two. She felt Grissom's arms encircle her once again and she leaned into him.
"What time did you say we had to pick up Mike?" She gasped as he undid the belt on her robe.
Nibbling on her neck, "anytime before noon," he muffled through her skin as her robe fell to the floor.
She turned to face him.
"You sure you're up to this?" he asked lightly.
Sara just smiled and pushed his robe from his shoulders, sending it to the floor to meet hers. She looked down to see him standing proud and well to attention. Taking his hand she pulled him into the shower and closed the door.
Immediately his lips were on hers as the water poured over them. Her hands caressed his neck and chest as his worked slowly up and down her back, skimming softly over her scars. She pulled away from his kiss, smiling as the water continued to trickle over them. She reached for a bottle of gel. His eyes never left her as she squeezed a little of the gel into her hands, reaching them up to his chest to clean him. Softly and slowly she ran her hands over every part of skin she could find. Replenishing the gel every once in a while as he watched her. He was getting harder by the second, his eyes misting over, his desire for her growing. She worked up his leg and reached his upper thigh. She grinned up at him as she took his hardness in her hands. He hissed slightly as she slowly massaged him. Every inch of him oh so softly. A slight moan escaped from his lips as she cleansed his balls.
"Ssssara….."
She stepped away slightly and allowed him to rinse.
"Yes?"
"Gel!" He demanded, palm open. She handed him the bottle.
"Turn around," he requested softly.
Sara gave him a sexy look and slowly turned around. Grissom then returned her favour.
Grissom soaped up his hands and began his exploration of Sara's body. She sighed when he reached around to her breasts, cleaning them thoroughly then working down her body to her stomach. She could feel her heart rate increase as he reached her belly button and continued downwards. Finding the ever so sensitive area between her legs he lathered in soft slow motions. Sara placed her hands against the shower wall to steady herself and opened her legs wider under his touch.
"Gil….." she moaned through a heavy breath. He worked his way around her ass and soaped generously. He kissed her neck.
"You have such a lovely ass Sara," he said giving it a squeeze. She groaned loudly spurning something inside Grissom.
"Enough with the soap."
He spun her around and quickly kissed her. Sara flung her arms around his neck, moaning into him.
He pushed her firmly against the shower wall, his erection pressing into her stomach. His thighs lightly brushed over hers as he held her tightly against his body.
"Are you sure you're up to this?"
Sara bit her lip a little but yet grinned at him. "Ooooh yes." She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue brushing lightly over his teeth. His mouth opened to accommodate her.
Grissom snaked his hands down to her ass and lifted her around him. Probably a mistake he quickly thought, forgetting about his weakened back. But he shrugged off the pain and pinned her against the wet wall once again. Her legs wrapped around his hips.
"Put me in," he said softly holding her with all the strength he could muster, unable to break his grip.
Sara took him softly in her palm and guided him slightly into her opening. She looked back into his eyes.
"You ready?"
Sara interlocked her fingers around his neck and nodded.
He bucked his hips and thrust into her softly, his hands holding on tight. A moan of pure bliss escaped her lips. He began a steady rhythm, not too furious, unsure if his knees would hold out if he went too wild. They groaned together with every slow amazing thrust. Sara's back sliding up and down the wall with each push from his body. He kissed her neck frantically as she clung to him for dear life, her name escaping from his throat every few seconds.
The feel of him inside her, his kisses and breath on her neck and the constant whisper of her name sent her closer and closer to her goal.
"I love you," he whispered with a large thrust that sent her into an explosive rush and she came hard around him. Gasping as he continued to pump until finally his eyes slammed shut and he screamed out her name, emptying himself completely within her. He fell against her trying to catch his breath and she held him softly brushing her finger tips over his back.
After giving him a few minutes to recover Sara lowered her legs carefully and he slipped from her body. She kissed his neck and gently pushed him up to look in his eyes. A smug smile crossed her lips as she leaned in and kissed him.
"So what's for lunch?"
He smiled and pulled her into a tight hug as they rinsed off the evidence of their lovemaking.