You know, the one thing about falling asleep on the floor in the nude is
that when you wake up, you're cold and stiff. Of course when you're
tangled on the aforementioned floor with a man who can only be described as
perfect, it brings a whole new dimension to huddling together for warmth.
I'm not sure how long we were asleep. I mean I didn't think it could have
been too long, our body clocks are both accustomed to working the night
shift. In any case, when I woke up, it was because Mr. Perfect was
nibbling my earlobe and softly trailing his fingers up and down my arm.
He chuckled when he noticed I had woken up and leaned down to kiss me,
tangling his fingers in my hair. There is something about kissing him that
I cannot get enough of. When I think of how he was right there all this
time and it took me so long to get my Grissom blinders off and notice him,
I could kick myself. I would never have imagined that particular day what
the outcome would be.
It was another typical evening at work. Well, typical since Grissom had turned my dinner invitation down a couple of weeks before. Grissom was suddenly out for a couple of weeks, so we were all working a little harder than normal. I was really frustrated because I couldn't seem to get a stupid print off of what we thought was the murder weapon in the case we were working on. That's when it happened. He walked in and just suggested we take a break. I mean, it's not like we hadn't done that numerous times before. I think, no I know he could tell that I was frustrated and wasn't getting anywhere with it.
As I looked up and locked eyes with him, it just hit me. I don't know why I didn't see it before. He really cared about me. Not just in the friendly brotherly way that I had always assumed. No he really cared about me. I think he could tell that I knew from the expression on his face. He looked nervous, unsure, and exposed. I set what I was working on down and shrugged off my lab coat and followed him out of the building. I wasn't really sure where we were going, but at that moment I didn't care.
He glanced over at me. "Coffee?"
I nodded, studying this man that I had known for three years and wondering why I had never noticed until then how amazing he was. I didn't say anything until we were seated at Starbucks sipping double tall hazelnut lattes. "Uh, thanks for getting me out of there."
He studied me as I sipped my coffee. "No problem. You looked like you could use a break."
I raised a curious eyebrow at him. "You really know me." It was just a simple statement.
He chuckled. "We've worked together for three years. You tend to get to know people."
I shook my head. "Some people don't bother, or don't want to, or would rather just be invisible."
He smiled. "You don't."
I smiled tentatively. "Sometimes I do. Sometimes I get so focused on something else that I completely miss what's right under my nose." I was looking right at him and I could see his eyes searching mine.
A smile formed on his lips. "Sara, would you go out with me?"
I just nodded. "Yeah, I'd really like that."
We finished our coffee and walked out to his Tahoe. When we got back to the lab, we didn't really say anything or make firm plans to get together. We went back to what we'd been working on. Shift was over before I saw him again. I was heading out to my Tahoe to go home and get some rest when he caught up with me.
"Do you want to come over for dinner before shift tomorrow?" He looked nervous.
I smiled at him. "Yeah, I would."
I didn't realize how nervous I was about seeing him. I mean, I'd known him for three years, but this was different. I didn't sleep much that day even though I was exhausted. When I arrived at his house, I think he could tell. He just smiled at me and told me to crash on the couch until dinner was ready. For some reason, I fell right asleep. I woke up to the sensation of his fingers brushing the hair off of my forehead. As I opened my eyes, I grinned at him and reached out and lightly trailed my fingers down his cheek. Our eyes locked and then he just leaned in and lightly kissed me. I felt like I'd been hit by a jolt of electricity and by the expression on his face, I think he felt it too.
And that's how it started. We'd get together for a meal before or after shift at one of our houses. We didn't tell anyone that we had started dating, we just thought we'd see where things were going first. It wasn't unusual for us to spend time together, we'd been doing that for three years. I think we both knew that things were starting to get far more serious about a month ago. He came home with me for breakfast and as we were eating omelets, he told me he loved me. Up to that point, we hadn't slept together. I say up to that point, because he didn't go home after breakfast. In fact he didn't go home until after the next shift, when he took me home for breakfast. Did I mention that I love him too?
Which brings me back to the present. I love kissing him, especially when he's doing what he's doing right now with his hands. We're sort of lost in each other at the moment, but somewhere in my consciousness I think I hear a knock at my door. We break the kiss and look at each other a bit quizzically.
He raises an eyebrow. "You expecting someone?"
I shake my head. "Only you."
Whoever is there knocks again.
"Let me get rid of whoever it is." I begin to lift myself up off the floor.
He chuckles. "You might want to put something on."
I grin. "Ok, Mr. Smarty Pants." I catch the shirt he tosses me and pull it over my head. Somehow he locates my underwear and I pull them on as well. I spy my slacks on the back of the couch and snatch them so I can pull them on. I glance over at him as he lays there in all of his glory. "You might want to put something on too."
Another knock at the door.
He quickly gets up and not finding his boxers, pulls his jeans on without them and then grabs his shirt from the coffee table and quickly pulls it over his head. He smirks at me. "Will this do?"
I chuckle as I finish pulling my slacks on. "Yeah, for now." I walk over to the door and peer through the peephole. I glance over at him and shock is written all over my face.
He knows. I don't have to say a word. I think our secret is about to be let out of the bag. He just nods and I open the door.
It was another typical evening at work. Well, typical since Grissom had turned my dinner invitation down a couple of weeks before. Grissom was suddenly out for a couple of weeks, so we were all working a little harder than normal. I was really frustrated because I couldn't seem to get a stupid print off of what we thought was the murder weapon in the case we were working on. That's when it happened. He walked in and just suggested we take a break. I mean, it's not like we hadn't done that numerous times before. I think, no I know he could tell that I was frustrated and wasn't getting anywhere with it.
As I looked up and locked eyes with him, it just hit me. I don't know why I didn't see it before. He really cared about me. Not just in the friendly brotherly way that I had always assumed. No he really cared about me. I think he could tell that I knew from the expression on his face. He looked nervous, unsure, and exposed. I set what I was working on down and shrugged off my lab coat and followed him out of the building. I wasn't really sure where we were going, but at that moment I didn't care.
He glanced over at me. "Coffee?"
I nodded, studying this man that I had known for three years and wondering why I had never noticed until then how amazing he was. I didn't say anything until we were seated at Starbucks sipping double tall hazelnut lattes. "Uh, thanks for getting me out of there."
He studied me as I sipped my coffee. "No problem. You looked like you could use a break."
I raised a curious eyebrow at him. "You really know me." It was just a simple statement.
He chuckled. "We've worked together for three years. You tend to get to know people."
I shook my head. "Some people don't bother, or don't want to, or would rather just be invisible."
He smiled. "You don't."
I smiled tentatively. "Sometimes I do. Sometimes I get so focused on something else that I completely miss what's right under my nose." I was looking right at him and I could see his eyes searching mine.
A smile formed on his lips. "Sara, would you go out with me?"
I just nodded. "Yeah, I'd really like that."
We finished our coffee and walked out to his Tahoe. When we got back to the lab, we didn't really say anything or make firm plans to get together. We went back to what we'd been working on. Shift was over before I saw him again. I was heading out to my Tahoe to go home and get some rest when he caught up with me.
"Do you want to come over for dinner before shift tomorrow?" He looked nervous.
I smiled at him. "Yeah, I would."
I didn't realize how nervous I was about seeing him. I mean, I'd known him for three years, but this was different. I didn't sleep much that day even though I was exhausted. When I arrived at his house, I think he could tell. He just smiled at me and told me to crash on the couch until dinner was ready. For some reason, I fell right asleep. I woke up to the sensation of his fingers brushing the hair off of my forehead. As I opened my eyes, I grinned at him and reached out and lightly trailed my fingers down his cheek. Our eyes locked and then he just leaned in and lightly kissed me. I felt like I'd been hit by a jolt of electricity and by the expression on his face, I think he felt it too.
And that's how it started. We'd get together for a meal before or after shift at one of our houses. We didn't tell anyone that we had started dating, we just thought we'd see where things were going first. It wasn't unusual for us to spend time together, we'd been doing that for three years. I think we both knew that things were starting to get far more serious about a month ago. He came home with me for breakfast and as we were eating omelets, he told me he loved me. Up to that point, we hadn't slept together. I say up to that point, because he didn't go home after breakfast. In fact he didn't go home until after the next shift, when he took me home for breakfast. Did I mention that I love him too?
Which brings me back to the present. I love kissing him, especially when he's doing what he's doing right now with his hands. We're sort of lost in each other at the moment, but somewhere in my consciousness I think I hear a knock at my door. We break the kiss and look at each other a bit quizzically.
He raises an eyebrow. "You expecting someone?"
I shake my head. "Only you."
Whoever is there knocks again.
"Let me get rid of whoever it is." I begin to lift myself up off the floor.
He chuckles. "You might want to put something on."
I grin. "Ok, Mr. Smarty Pants." I catch the shirt he tosses me and pull it over my head. Somehow he locates my underwear and I pull them on as well. I spy my slacks on the back of the couch and snatch them so I can pull them on. I glance over at him as he lays there in all of his glory. "You might want to put something on too."
Another knock at the door.
He quickly gets up and not finding his boxers, pulls his jeans on without them and then grabs his shirt from the coffee table and quickly pulls it over his head. He smirks at me. "Will this do?"
I chuckle as I finish pulling my slacks on. "Yeah, for now." I walk over to the door and peer through the peephole. I glance over at him and shock is written all over my face.
He knows. I don't have to say a word. I think our secret is about to be let out of the bag. He just nods and I open the door.