A/N: Hey guys, we are back with a new chapter. Definitely coming to an end with this story now. Maybe 2 or 3 more chapters left after this one. I'm not 100% sure yet which it will be. A big thank you to everyone who is still reading now my writing has slowed down a bit. I appreciate each and every one of you. And for the first time in quite a while, smut ahoy. I hope you enjoy.

Thanks to calim as always for the beta.

Please note: Rating for this chapter is M for sexual content. Please read responsibly.

On we go…

Chapter 54

Catherine laughed as Greg stumbled towards the door. "Easy there, Greggo. Or you'll lose your dinner for the next week."

Catching himself, Greg spun around as he reached the door. "Thanks for the takeout," he said happily, holding up a bag of leftovers, his words slurring.

Arm in arm with her husband, Sara laughed. "You're more than welcome."

He leaned forwards a bit. "Catherine is going to… give me some more wine."

"And probably some aspirin," Catherine added, switching the bag of presents she had in one hand to the other. As Grissom smiled brightly, Catherine faced her friends. "Thank you so much for a wonderful day."

"Our pleasure," Grissom answered. "Thank you both for coming."

As Catherine leaned forwards, Sara released her husband so she could give him a quick hug. "Call me tomorrow and let me know how it goes."

Sara frowned as Catherine pulled back. "How what goes?" she asked suspiciously, eyes floating between the two.

Doing nothing but smile, Catherine squeezed her arm. "Enjoy the rest of your night and we'll speak tomorrow."

Pursing her lips, Sara watched Greg as he tried to open the door. "Please don't fall over, Greg," she said as she pulled open the door watching as Catherine took hold of his arm as he tilted a little.

"I'm fine," Greg insisted lightheartedly and seemingly without a care in the world.

"Don't worry," Catherine insisted. "I'll make sure he gets in okay."

Hearing a car approach, Sara knew it was Catherine's driver. "Send me a message when you both get home, okay?"

"Will do," Catherine called back as she led Greg out. "Night you two! Merry Christmas!"

Smiling brightly, Sara watched them vanish into the darkness and closed the door. Turning, she slowly approached her husband and raised her arms to drop over his shoulders.

"Hi," she said softly.

Raising his hands to clasp lightly at her waist, he pulled her a little closer. "Hi."

"Have a nice day?"

Inhaling a long breath, he nodded. "Thank you."

With a slight frown, Sara moved fingers to his collar and fiddled with it. "For what?"

"For you."

Feeling her heart swell, her eyes locked with his and she gave him the most loving of smiles. "I could say the same." He replicated her smile and Sara tapped him on the nose. "But I know you're up to something. Are you going to tell me what?"

He gave her an innocent look. "What makes you think I'm up to something?"

"Because you and Catherine have been whispering all day and I know she knows something. She all but just said so."

Just staring at each other, their moment was cut short with the usual whimper of the dog.

Sara looked down at him a few feet away, throwing her a big wag of his tail. "I swear you have been drinking the wine too with how much you've had to pee today." Removing her arms from Grissom, she dropped a swift kiss to his lips. "I'll go let him out."

He nodded. "Meet me by the fire?"

"Sure. Need anything while I'm in the kitchen?"

Now Grissom shook his head. "All I need is you."

Feeling a lump in her throat and a burning in her belly, Sara rubbed a hand down his arm. "Be right back. Come on you."

Buddy followed as she moved quickly to the back door. Opening it and allowing the dog out, she shivered, hearing the whistle of the winter breeze and feeling a chill rush over her. Folding her arms, she shivered a bit more. Damn it was cold.

"Don't be too long," she called. "Be lucky if your pee doesn't freeze."

Only a few moments later, Buddy trotted back past her and she locked the door, the dog obviously liking the cold as much as she did. He made himself comfortable by the sofa and Sara's eyes fell upon Grissom, standing by the fireplace, his hand resting upon the mantel, his back to her.

The smell of the cozy burn of the maple log in the fireplace filled the room and brought a smile to Sara's face which slowly faded as Grissom turned to face her. There was an odd expression on his face which she couldn't read. Opening her mouth to ask what was wrong, her brows flew up her forehead as, without a word, he got down on one knee, flinching a bit. Her heart hit her throat as he pulled a box from his back pocket and looked up into her eyes.

"Sara, you are my life," he said lovingly as he flipped the lid on the box. "I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. It's only ever been you. I would like to know if you would do me the honor of renewing your vows with me and becoming my wife, one more time."

Sara literally sobbed, her hand pressing against her own chest as it felt tight and tingly. Grissom rarely got sentimental with words, he never had, but what a moment.

Letting out a short breath, Sara frantically nodded with a giddy laugh, tears welling in her eyes. "Yes."

Smiling broadly, he took the ring from the box and she grabbed his arms to help him to his feet. "Sadly, I left the bees out this time," he said slyly, clasping her hand and slipping the ring onto her finger to snuggly fit above her wedding band.

Giggling, Sara lifted her hand to get a better look at the ring.

"Wow," she breathed, eyes checking out what she deduced were numerous diamonds surrounding a slightly bigger one at the center. They hadn't bothered with an engagement ring the first time around. It wasn't exactly your average proposal or situation.

He cleared his throat. "It was my mother's."

Her eyes sprang to his and she looked shocked. "What?" she squeaked, a lump forming in her throat.

"It belonged to my mother," he repeated. "It was from my father."

With her mouth dropping open, Sara's mind was a whirl. How could she accept this? "But…"

Giving her a loving smile, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"She gave it to me to give to you when I mentioned to her that we had discussed renewing our vows. Now that she's with Patrick, she'd like to see it stay in the family. And I can't think of a better person to wear it and love it as much as she did."

Sara sobbed, her legs feeling like jelly. "I don't know what to say," she cried, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Lifting a hand, Grissom gently wiped the tear away with his thumb. "You said yes. That's all I need."

Without another word, Sara cupped his cheeks and kissed him. Hard. He tasted like diet coke and cranberries which was a little odd but not entirely unpleasant. With a delighted hum, and one last flick of her tongue against his, she pulled back. Alluringly locking eyes with his, she burned deep inside at the fire she saw, feeling his warm breath slightly panting over her cheek.

"You know," she began, licking her lips, "you still haven't had dessert. Would you like it now?"

With an eyebrow going skyward, he kept his eyes on hers. Dropping his hands to her butt, he squeezed as hard as his hands would allow. "There is only one thing I would like to eat right now," he said with such gravel in his voice Sara thought she'd be able to repave the patio with it.

And, oh boy, did she shudder at his words. Quite literally. Swallowing and then clearing her throat, dare she tease him more?

"How about some apple pie?"

Slowly, he shook his head and before Sara could say anything else, he was kissing her.

Moaning into him now, Sara's fingers slid up his arms and to his hair, where her nails clawed into his scalp at the ferocity of which his mouth was consuming hers. If her back was a little less fragile she'd be tempted to pull him onto the sofa or even down to the carpet by the fire and let him just screw her until she couldn't move. However, she doubted her body would cooperate with that one.

Pulling away with a growl, she giggled through heavy breaths. Dropping her head to his shoulder, she felt his hardness against her thigh as his hands slid up and down her back. Even in passion, he was still the best hugger ever.

"Why don't we," she breathed, feathering gentle kisses across his throat and hearing him groan, "take this somewhere a little more comfortable?"

Lifting her head, she tipped it back and received a gentle kiss before Grissom took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

"I have another gift for you," he said tenderly, watching out of the corner of his eye as Buddy trotted to the corner of the room and made himself comfortable with Buttons.

Giving him a curious smile, she looked around the room to see a small wrapped package sitting at the corner of the bed. Her lips puckered, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

His tongue drew across his bottom lip, but he said nothing. Just watched her.

Lazily blinking, Sara kept a pert grin as she moved to the package and began to pull away the paper. Her chest rose when she saw the contents, a long, audible but excited breath spilling from her lips.

"I'm not sure if this is for me or for you," she laughed, holding the silk, black and very holey bra and panty lingerie in front of her.

"I'd like to think it will be enjoyed by both us."

Sara shuddered again at his deep, husky voice. She loved his sex voice. Serious and dominating. A voice she knew would bring pleasure. And lots of it.

"I see you got a slightly larger size as well," she said pressing the bra against her boobs. "Very thoughtful of you, babe."

He stepped close, looking into her eyes. "I like being thoughtful. And I love the way your body is changing."

Giggling, she tapped him on the nose. "I know you do. Should I…. go change?"

"I would like that."

"Be right back," she snickered heading for the bathroom.

Sara's stomach was in knots as she began stripping. It shouldn't be. Hell, how many times had they had sex? And wild, rampant sex at that. Many times, but there was always something about moments like this that sent every nerve ending in her body into overdrive. There was certainly one thing about their relationship, and it was never boring. Whether it was a blow your socks off hump up against the wall or a long sensual night where they would love each other for hours. No matter what it was, it was always so damn good.

Letting out a happy sigh, Sara smoothed her hands over the silk, glancing at herself in the mirror. Dropping a hand to her belly, she held it there for a second before flicking off the light and walking back into the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, she laughed seeing Grissom in a chair, a Santa hat on his head. But her laugh soon filtered away at the glare he was sending her way. If anyone could make her come in her panties just by looking at her, it was him.

She took a few steps into the room and stopped as he got to his feet and stalked towards her, his eyes trailing over her body, down her legs and then back up again.

"Such a perfect fit," Sara cooed, teasingly running her hands over her body. "What do you think?"

"Ho, ho, ho?"

Sara smiled. "You know, it won't be long and all I'll be able to fit into is a Santa suit."

He stepped closer. "How about, for now, you don't think about that and we find out how much Santa canfit into you."

Lips puckering with his innuendo, Sara reached out and plucked the hat from his head, throwing it over her shoulder. She watched as her husband's tongue peeked from his mouth, running over his bottom lip as his dark eyes again travelled the contours of her body.

"Beauty like no other," he said once his eyes had done full circle, reaching out and taking her hand, moving with her to the bed. "I want to taste every inch of you. Would you like that?"

Shuddering but trying to hide it, Sara reached out and took his left hand. Very carefully, she dropped delicate kisses across the array of scars before lifting his hand to her cheek and held it there.

"I would like that very much," she answered. "But there are two conditions."

Eyebrow rising, Grissom's eyes wandered to hers. "I'm listening."

"For one, you are careful with these." She kissed his hand one more time before letting it go. "Last thing we need on Christmas day is a visit to the ER because you've been doing handstands."

"All right," he agreed, fighting a grin. "And what's the second thing?"

Sara licked her lips, looking down at his crotch. "I get to do a little tasting, also." Her eyes flicked to his and they we're piercing. "After all, it is Christmas." Her hand reached out to caress his hardness through his pants. "Share and share alike, right?"

Groaning deeply, Grissom leaned forwards, the tip of his nose meeting his wife's. "Not too much, okay?" He quickly kissed her. "Or else Santa will be having an early night."

As Sara snorted, sitting on the bed, Grissom straightened up, eye twitching as she reached for his belt.

"I think you're a little over dressed," she said, unfastening the buckle. "Sadly, I didn't buy you any lingerie."

"Thank goodness," he breathed.

Sara smiled brightly at the purr his zipper made when she pulled it down. His hands dropped to her shoulders as she massaged him through his boxers, and she heard him moan. Looking up, she could see the noticeable rise and fall off his chest and gave him a cheeky smile as she continued to stroke.

"You like that?"

"Um," he grunted, his feet shifting a touch, his stance widening.

Feeling her own arousal surging through her body, Sara decided to move things on. Even though she could take great pleasure in teasing him for hours on end, she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her sanity that long and right now was burning for him. Grabbing the waistband of his pants, she tugged them and his boxers down to his knees. Her eyebrows rose as his erection shot forwards and she looked up again, licking her lips.

"Excited much?" she teased, encasing a hand around him.

He swallowed, trying to control his breathing but before he could offer an answer Sara's lips were on him and all words were gone.

"Hmmm," Sara mumbled as her mouth worked back and forth, fast then slow. Feeling his fingers digging into her shoulders, she smiled into him knowing she was driving him crazy.

She loved this. Pleasing him this way. His taste was intoxicating and the temptation to drive him over the edge until his release shot down the back of her throat was there, but she wanted him to come inside her so much more. Driving hard, making her cry out his name, the feel of his warmth deep inside her as he exploded.

"Sara," he panted quietly.

Unsure as to whether that was just a statement or a plea, Sara continued, her hands gripping onto his hips, feeling as they began to rock with her movements.

"Sara," he said much more urgently this time and when his fingers found her hair, she knew he couldn't take much more.

Slowly she slipped away, giving the head one last lick before looking at him proudly. He was panting, chest heaving, and his eyes were closed but when they opened, the look he gave her was just pure, unadulterated hunger. Fierce and maybe even a little intimidating. Not a look he had given her in a long, long time.

Clasping her arms, Sara squealed excitedly as Grissom hauled her to her feet and she was unable to get a word out as he devoured her mouth in one of the most incredible kisses she was sure he'd ever given her. In fact, it was so intense, Sara felt like she was floating, her legs almost buckling underneath her. She was thankful at that point Grissom had some strength in his hands because she was sure he was holding her upright at that point.

Eventually, the kiss broke and Sara sucked in some well needed air, her teeth nipping down on her now slightly swollen lip. Feeling his hands snaking up her thighs, his fingers teasing the side of her panties, he kicked off his pants.

"Almost pushed me a little too far there, Sara," he warned.

Sara licked her lips. "Sorry."

His eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you."

She shivered. His voice was deep and dominating again. A tone that hadn't shown itself since… she couldn't remember when. A sigh left her lips as his fingers slid under the silk between her legs to caress her buttocks.

"Would you like to play a game?"

Now Sara blinked. Her heart pumping just a little faster. "What kind of game?" she squeaked, groaning as one of his fingers got closer to her core.

"No explanation," he said firmly, removing his hands from her panties. "Yes or no?"

A/N: I know what my answer would be :P Vote now…. Lol.