Hey, again, thanks for the reviews. Additional thanks to bugface and Jane moss for reminding me that I do have another WIP on my hands.
[I admire anyone who can write non-angst]
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She examined his face, she saw the concern.
Obviously he wanted to take her home out of anxiety, not anything else. Her mind replayed his early words…. they were etched in her mind, and she knew they'd always be.
Even if he ever did say those three words she longed to hear; but doubted she could admit them in return.
"It just doesn't cross your mind, does it?" she said sceptically. She hated the way his actions could make her just as low; as they could high. No man should have that kind of power over her.
"What doesn't?" he questioned.
"The fact someone can be happy and spontaneous." She said seriously. "Your over analysing the situation Grissom." She said, her eyes darkening, her grave look deepening.
……Yes, he could definitely make her unhappy……….
"I don't want something to happen we both regret." He said sadly. She had the feeling he was saying it for his own benefit, 'he didn't want to do anything he'd regret.'
She looked at him thoughtfully. She'd gone this far. She was determined. Too much had happened. She would not give up. She would persevere.
"Did you regret the kiss?" she said casually.
"No," he said quickly, the words escaping before he had chance to think about them.
"Then take me home!" She pleaded sadly. She never thought she'd have to resort to this. Pleading. Pleading to be with the man she lov-….the man she cared for.
He looked at her; her look of determination was beginning to fray; she was beginning to look fraught. He didn't want to be the cause of her pain; he knew inevitably most of the time he was.
And that's why he stayed away from her; because he feared he'd burn her.
But her mere presence was captivating.
He offered his hand, she smiled and took it.
…………but he could also make her feel……….
The car ride was silent. Sara wanted to say…something, but she feared of saying the wrong thing.
If only she realised Grissom's thoughts mirrored her own.
He lead her up to his house; he lead, she followed, she felt…non-existent. She knew she was only here out of misguided pity.
"Just because you admit your feelings Grissom, doesn't mean you don't have control over them," she said sadly as he unlocked his door.
She was crying a little. She felt so confused; a good place for Sara Sidle the scientist, but a bad place for Sara Sidle the woman.
She knew she had two sides; or at least she hoped she did. She wondered if he was afraid on the non-science side of her.
In the doorframe he turned to her, she'd been through so much today; and he knew he'd hardly been sympathetic.
He didn't want to take advantage of her; but he knew that's what he'd been doing for all this time.
The double entendres. The late nights. The exchange of looks.
Maybe the reality of the situation was that doing something now was the only way not to take advantage.
He touched her face, slowly wiped the tear from below her eye. Then he ran his hand gently across her face. He let his fingers linger over her lips.
She closed her eyes in response. She felt so tired; but the touch was so welcomed.
The day felt so distant and fragmented; explosion, rejection, kissing…….the highs the lows…..his touch……
…….he made her feel special…….
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Reviews always welcomed.
[I admire anyone who can write non-angst]
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She examined his face, she saw the concern.
Obviously he wanted to take her home out of anxiety, not anything else. Her mind replayed his early words…. they were etched in her mind, and she knew they'd always be.
Even if he ever did say those three words she longed to hear; but doubted she could admit them in return.
"It just doesn't cross your mind, does it?" she said sceptically. She hated the way his actions could make her just as low; as they could high. No man should have that kind of power over her.
"What doesn't?" he questioned.
"The fact someone can be happy and spontaneous." She said seriously. "Your over analysing the situation Grissom." She said, her eyes darkening, her grave look deepening.
……Yes, he could definitely make her unhappy……….
"I don't want something to happen we both regret." He said sadly. She had the feeling he was saying it for his own benefit, 'he didn't want to do anything he'd regret.'
She looked at him thoughtfully. She'd gone this far. She was determined. Too much had happened. She would not give up. She would persevere.
"Did you regret the kiss?" she said casually.
"No," he said quickly, the words escaping before he had chance to think about them.
"Then take me home!" She pleaded sadly. She never thought she'd have to resort to this. Pleading. Pleading to be with the man she lov-….the man she cared for.
He looked at her; her look of determination was beginning to fray; she was beginning to look fraught. He didn't want to be the cause of her pain; he knew inevitably most of the time he was.
And that's why he stayed away from her; because he feared he'd burn her.
But her mere presence was captivating.
He offered his hand, she smiled and took it.
…………but he could also make her feel……….
The car ride was silent. Sara wanted to say…something, but she feared of saying the wrong thing.
If only she realised Grissom's thoughts mirrored her own.
He lead her up to his house; he lead, she followed, she felt…non-existent. She knew she was only here out of misguided pity.
"Just because you admit your feelings Grissom, doesn't mean you don't have control over them," she said sadly as he unlocked his door.
She was crying a little. She felt so confused; a good place for Sara Sidle the scientist, but a bad place for Sara Sidle the woman.
She knew she had two sides; or at least she hoped she did. She wondered if he was afraid on the non-science side of her.
In the doorframe he turned to her, she'd been through so much today; and he knew he'd hardly been sympathetic.
He didn't want to take advantage of her; but he knew that's what he'd been doing for all this time.
The double entendres. The late nights. The exchange of looks.
Maybe the reality of the situation was that doing something now was the only way not to take advantage.
He touched her face, slowly wiped the tear from below her eye. Then he ran his hand gently across her face. He let his fingers linger over her lips.
She closed her eyes in response. She felt so tired; but the touch was so welcomed.
The day felt so distant and fragmented; explosion, rejection, kissing…….the highs the lows…..his touch……
…….he made her feel special…….
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Reviews always welcomed.