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Sara watched the scenery flash past her as they drove along the winding roads to their mystery destination. Leaning back in her seat, she turned her eyes onto the man beside her who was watching the road. She loved and adored every part of him from his graying hair down to his toes.
"What?" he asked suddenly, his eyes never leaving the road.
"Oh nothing," she sighed, "just watching you."
"Why would you want to watch me?" he asked incredulously, his lips turning up into a smile.
"Oh I don't know," she beamed, "I like watching you."
"Sara…"
"I watch you lots of times," she smiled, reaching her hand over to his thigh to rest her fingers onto the warmth of his body. "And because I can."
Grissom released a contended sigh from his lips when he realized what she was actually saying. He felt it too, and he couldn't remember his life without her in it, even though it had only been three months. "Honey there's a rest stop coming up, do you want anything?"
"Nope I'm fine," she smiled, squeezing his thigh, "but thank you." Sitting up in her seat, she reached for the radio and switched it on.
A Christmas carol burst out through the speakers and Sara started to hum along with the melody. Leaning back again into her seat, she closed her eyes as the lyrics swam around her head and before she knew what she was doing, she had started to sing the words.
Grissom had heard her sing before, but there was usually a wall divided between them at the time, albeit the shower or the kitchen. He had never heard her sing so beautifully in such close proximity, and he found his heart melting away to fall in love with her all over again. Her voice calmed his senses, and he started to relax against his seat as their destination neared.
"Oh Griss," Sara sighed when she opened her eyes to gaze out of her window at the breathtaking scenery. "This is beautiful."
"I know, and the best thing about this place is that it's secluded." Turning off of the road, he turned the Tahoe down a side road and drove along the dirt track.
"Wow, we're staying here?" she gasped, sitting up further in her seat. "This is amazing."
Chancing a brief glance in her direction, Grissom offered her a smile before returning to the road that had started to come out into a clearing. In the distance, a huge log cabin stood proudly beside what appeared to be a small lake.
"Oh Griss," she repeated excitedly, turning to him as he pulled the Tahoe to stop beside the cabin.
"We're here," he smiled, leaning over to capture her lips in a soft kiss before pulling away just as quickly.
Sara watched him with amazement as he opened his door and jumped out. She knew he was full of surprises, but this had been totally unexpected. Coming to her senses, she opened her door to jump out to walk around beside him and help with their bags.
"Come on," he grinned, "Let's get inside."
"Grissom, this is just…just…" Sara lost all power of speech as she followed him up the wooden steps. Her mind was swimming in warmth when he pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, he stepped inside and turned to take the box of groceries from her as she stepped through into the threshold. "Wow."
Closing the door behind them, Grissom placed the box on a nearby table and turned to take a hold of her hand. "I'll show you where everything is."
"Honey this is so amazing," she gushed, clasping his hand as he guided her. "Kitchen, dining room," he stated, holding a hand out as he gestured to each room in turn. Pulling her down a small hallway, he pushed open a heavy door to reveal a four-poster bed that stood proudly in the middle of a truly oversized bedroom. "Oh Griss," she gasped, her eyes taking in the beauty of the room. "This is beautiful."
"I thought you'd like it," he smiled.
"Like it?" she asked as she turned to him, "I love it."
"You haven't seen everything yet," he told her, his heart racing with happiness as he smiled. Taking her out of the doorway, he took her to an opposite room and pulled her inside another beautiful room. "This is the bathroom."
"Wow this is bigger than my whole apartment," she laughed, raising her eyes to the beamed ceilings. "It's beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it because it's ours," he told her, squeezing her hands gently as he spoke.
"Ours for four whole days," she nodded, smiling as she caught his eyes with her own.
"Not just for four days," he told her, gulping nervously as he waited for his words to sink in.
"You mean?" her voice broke as she stepped closer towards him. "This is ours, ours?"
"Yes," he whispered. "Happy Christmas sweetheart."
"Grissom, I don't know what to say. I've never…" Tears flooded her eyes as she gazed up into his blue depths. "No one has ever done this for me."
"Well," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips softly before pulling back to gaze down at her. "We've only been together for three months, but I've loved you for a life time."
"Me too," she whispered as a stray tear fell from her eyes. Lifting her hands, she ran her fingers up his chest. "I love you so much." Her words were lost as he met her lips with his own. Opening her mouth beneath his, Sara let all the love she felt for him pour out into his body as she took him to heaven with her loving touches and contented sighs.
Grissom was losing himself to her passion, willingly following her to wherever she wanted to take this beautiful encounter. He felt her hands slide up his shoulders to clasp behind his neck. His own possessive hands slid around her back and pulled her to him, holding her tightly against him.
Drawing away from each other, Grissom leant down to rest his forehead against hers. "I'm glad you like it Sara."
"I do," she whispered hoarsely. "Being here with you, in a place that's just ours is…I don't have the words."
Smiling down at her, he stepped away to take hold of her hands. "Are you hungry?"
"A little," she smiled, clasping his hand tightly as he led her out into the hallway. "What did you have in mind?"
"Whatever you feel like eating."
"Well, why don't I cook us something and you unpack?" She asked as her eyes wandered around the wooden timbers and once again marveled at the beauty of this secret haven of theirs. She considered pinching herself just to be sure none of this was some blissful dream, but then she would glimpse the spark of Grissom's blue eyes and realize that all this was real.
"Hmm sounds good," he told her, releasing her hand when they reached the living room. "Actually it's a little cold. I'll light the fire and get some warmth in here."
"We have a real fire too?" She asked incredulously, her eyes gleaming with joyous surprise.
"Of course," he laughed, shaking his head while he turned away from her to head over towards the huge fireplace.
Sara watched him adoringly as he crouched down to pick up some of the logs that were stacked up beside the fireplace. She couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from him as he worked, his dark shirt straining against the muscles in his back and shoulders. She could feel the smoldering tension building inside her body with the sight of him. She loved him, but love seemed such a simple word for the intensity of the feelings she felt inside her heart. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her eyes away from him and turned back towards the kitchen that beckoned for her to enter.
Running her fingers over the tiled surface of the cabinet top, she let her eyes wander over the wooden kitchen doors to try and take in the sheer beauty of this whole cabin. Once again she had to remind herself that this was something that he had bought for them both to share. This symbolized more than any words ever could, just how committed he was to her and their relationship.
Swallowing down the tears that threatened to fall, Sara took a trembled breath before giving herself a mental shake. Food, that's what she was supposed to be doing here. Wiping her eyes, she set about finding something to cook them both.
Grissom sat back and watched the roaring fire crackle around the logs and throw out its surrounding warmth. His mind wandered to the woman who was humming to herself as she moved around the kitchen. He was lost, totally and irreversibly lost and he willingly succumbed to her. She looked up from the frying pan she was holding and met his eyes. No words passed between them, but they communicated so much in their silent adoration of each other.
Standing up, Grissom walked slowly towards her, capturing her in the warmth of his eyes. "What are we eating?" he asked in a whisper when he reached her side.
"Omelets," she beamed. "I thought we'd stick to something light for now."
"Smells wonderful," he smiled, picking up the plates to carry them over to the table. Sara followed him with the cutlery and a basket of warm bread rolls and placed them on the table before sitting down opposite him.
"Oh I almost forgot," Grissom said suddenly as he pushed back his chair and stood up. "I brought some wine."
Sara watched him incredulously as he strode over to the box that he'd set on the kitchen counter and pulled out a bottle of white wine. Retrieving two glasses from one of the cupboards, he made his way back over towards her and sat down again.
"You've thought of everything," she grinned. "Is there anything you haven't brought with you?"
"Sure," he laughed. "Our cell phones."
"Oh I bet you have," she giggled, taking the glass of wine he offered her. "You can't leave anywhere without your phone or your pager."
"Okay, well maybe I did bring it," he admitted guiltily. "But I did turn it off."
"I knew it," she giggled, taking a sip of her wine. "My bug man is surgically attached to his cell phone. I always suspected…"
"Sara…" he pouted, unable to resist the infectious smile that she directed at him.
"Aww come on honey, I'm only teasing." She beamed, reaching across the table to clasp his hand. "I wouldn't have you any other way."
TBC