Hmm… I've neglected this fic…it's been a month since I last updated…
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He broke the contact, which induced a sigh from Sara. He walked further into his home; he didn't want to break the contact, but he needed space. Things were happening to quickly.
"You need to sleep." Grissom said. He knew it would probably spark a rebuke, an 'I don't need to sleep' or a,' lets talk about this' defensive response.
"I guess." She said simply. She didn't want to argue. She hated arguing with him; even though it was easy.
…And the only reason she ever argued with him, was to keep him close. She'd prefer to hear him yell profanities at her, than not hear his voice.
And arguing showed that he cared about her opinion, or he thought she was deserving enough to warrant a forceful explanation.
She lifted her head, and stared across the room to a smiling Grissom.
"Do I get the bed or the couch?" She questioned, a smile on her face.
She couldn't believe she was here. She'd only been here once, and that was in purely work related.
It felt good to see a part of Grissom which was usually of limits. It made her more a part of his life.
"You think I'd make you sleep on a couch?" he quipped, with fake resentment.
"You've made me do far worse things for experiments." She said, trying to defend herself. It was true.
"I guess." He said simply, mirroring her earlier words. They exchanged a smile.
Each felt closer to the other than they ever had before.
"Do you think you're the only one who's afraid…?" She said openly. Kind words and smiles weren't another.
"…Afraid of what?" he said, not wanting to guess the wrong thing.
"This" she said simply, moving closer to him.
There was a silence. Sara wanted an answer, but it appeared that Gil Grissom was being his usual self, and trying to ignore the obvious personal attachments he had.
"The only reason I'm being more…" her voice trailed, as the events of the night flooded her mind, "…forward, is because if I'm not, we'll never get anywhere." She admitted.
"Who says there's anywhere to go," he said sadly, in part it was another tactic to make her drop the subject…but it was also a small admittance of his own fear. Just because it felt strong now, didn't mean it had anywhere to go.
Could he really be what she needed?
"I do. We kissed once, we'll kiss again." She said, her voice full of determination.
Her voice forced Grissom to look at her.
She was so stubborn.
She had to be; to have lasted through all they had. He knew he'd treated her badly. And she kept coming back for me.
'She must see something she likes.' He thought, wondering what she did see.
She placed her hands on her hips, she was waiting again.
Waiting for a response.
Forever waiting for an answer from him.
"It's not a certainty," Grissom said, running his hand through his hair.
He was now becoming very aware that he couldn't avoid her.
This was his home.
He could ask her to leave…but what would that achieve?
After all, he saw her everyday at work.
Things were going to have to be resolved tonight; one way or the other.
This couldn't continue.
The main reason it never got anywhere, was because of the fear it may affect work, but if 'this' remained in the state it was in, work was bound to be affected anyway.
"This is stronger than science Grissom." She said, moving slightly closer.
Her words hit him. It was true; he'd been explaining away his feelings with science; biology, chemistry, psychology…anything which gave what he felt a logical pattern.
She sighed, and moved her body against him, and leaned into him, placing her head on his chest.
'Maybe if I'm physically close, he cant ignore my emotional presence.'
"Tell me I'm crazy, and ill leave. Tell me you can't feel it, and ill leave." She said, finally.
If she was going to be rejected, she wanted a definite answer. She didn't want to be left wondering.
…And at least if he told her to leave, at least she would remember this warmth that she felt now.
'Now or Never.' He thought.
There was silence, and he helplessly put his arms around her, in fear that she may run out before he could say the right words.
And that's when he heard it.
Her heartbeat.
And that's when he knew.
And he breathed her in. And his mind was almost silent; apart from a couple of words, which would probably remain unsaid; because he knew this embrace would say more than his words ever could.
'You're not crazy…'
'…And of course I can feel it…'
'…. Never leave me…'
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I had to end it. Any further, and this will turn into angst.
Thanks for the reviews.
Thanks for the reviews.
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He broke the contact, which induced a sigh from Sara. He walked further into his home; he didn't want to break the contact, but he needed space. Things were happening to quickly.
"You need to sleep." Grissom said. He knew it would probably spark a rebuke, an 'I don't need to sleep' or a,' lets talk about this' defensive response.
"I guess." She said simply. She didn't want to argue. She hated arguing with him; even though it was easy.
…And the only reason she ever argued with him, was to keep him close. She'd prefer to hear him yell profanities at her, than not hear his voice.
And arguing showed that he cared about her opinion, or he thought she was deserving enough to warrant a forceful explanation.
She lifted her head, and stared across the room to a smiling Grissom.
"Do I get the bed or the couch?" She questioned, a smile on her face.
She couldn't believe she was here. She'd only been here once, and that was in purely work related.
It felt good to see a part of Grissom which was usually of limits. It made her more a part of his life.
"You think I'd make you sleep on a couch?" he quipped, with fake resentment.
"You've made me do far worse things for experiments." She said, trying to defend herself. It was true.
"I guess." He said simply, mirroring her earlier words. They exchanged a smile.
Each felt closer to the other than they ever had before.
"Do you think you're the only one who's afraid…?" She said openly. Kind words and smiles weren't another.
"…Afraid of what?" he said, not wanting to guess the wrong thing.
"This" she said simply, moving closer to him.
There was a silence. Sara wanted an answer, but it appeared that Gil Grissom was being his usual self, and trying to ignore the obvious personal attachments he had.
"The only reason I'm being more…" her voice trailed, as the events of the night flooded her mind, "…forward, is because if I'm not, we'll never get anywhere." She admitted.
"Who says there's anywhere to go," he said sadly, in part it was another tactic to make her drop the subject…but it was also a small admittance of his own fear. Just because it felt strong now, didn't mean it had anywhere to go.
Could he really be what she needed?
"I do. We kissed once, we'll kiss again." She said, her voice full of determination.
Her voice forced Grissom to look at her.
She was so stubborn.
She had to be; to have lasted through all they had. He knew he'd treated her badly. And she kept coming back for me.
'She must see something she likes.' He thought, wondering what she did see.
She placed her hands on her hips, she was waiting again.
Waiting for a response.
Forever waiting for an answer from him.
"It's not a certainty," Grissom said, running his hand through his hair.
He was now becoming very aware that he couldn't avoid her.
This was his home.
He could ask her to leave…but what would that achieve?
After all, he saw her everyday at work.
Things were going to have to be resolved tonight; one way or the other.
This couldn't continue.
The main reason it never got anywhere, was because of the fear it may affect work, but if 'this' remained in the state it was in, work was bound to be affected anyway.
"This is stronger than science Grissom." She said, moving slightly closer.
Her words hit him. It was true; he'd been explaining away his feelings with science; biology, chemistry, psychology…anything which gave what he felt a logical pattern.
She sighed, and moved her body against him, and leaned into him, placing her head on his chest.
'Maybe if I'm physically close, he cant ignore my emotional presence.'
"Tell me I'm crazy, and ill leave. Tell me you can't feel it, and ill leave." She said, finally.
If she was going to be rejected, she wanted a definite answer. She didn't want to be left wondering.
…And at least if he told her to leave, at least she would remember this warmth that she felt now.
'Now or Never.' He thought.
There was silence, and he helplessly put his arms around her, in fear that she may run out before he could say the right words.
And that's when he heard it.
Her heartbeat.
And that's when he knew.
And he breathed her in. And his mind was almost silent; apart from a couple of words, which would probably remain unsaid; because he knew this embrace would say more than his words ever could.
'You're not crazy…'
'…And of course I can feel it…'
'…. Never leave me…'
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I had to end it. Any further, and this will turn into angst.
Thanks for the reviews.