Stayin' With You Chapter Four: Starting Over
The scar on Sara's neck was hardly visible. She was glad because the less she could see, the less she remembered that night. Grissom always kissed that spot on her neck, just to reassure himself that she could survive anything.
Sara felt her maternal instincts flaring up yet again. She desperately wanted to have a baby. She felt that it was the best thing for her at this point in her life. She was nearing thirty-four years old. It was time that she became a mother before it was too late for her. It had been a year since the hit and run, and the perp was never caught. She had to come to terms with that. She had accepted the miscarriage of her child, but she was still trying to accept the fact that the guilty party was still out there, living his or her life without so much as a look backwards.
Sara walked into the kitchen with nothing but a white cotton tank top and white panties. She did that frequently. She walked around in her underwear or nude sometimes. She would always get mad when Grissom rose a stink about it. Not today. She looked particularly irresistible to him this afternoon, with her hair tussled from sleep, and her eyes adjusting to the sunlight.
Sara was drinking a glass of water when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. She picked up the glass, sighed, pushed his arms away and went to the opposite counter.
Grissom sighed and wrapped his arms around her again, this time tighter. He kissed her neck lightly.
"Gil, stop," Sara said, trying to resist the pleasure she felt. He pushed her hair aside to kiss the scar on her neck. "Gil, I can't right now."
"Please Sara," he whispered. "Let me make love to you."
Sara tried to escape his embrace, but she couldn't. He held on to her while he kissed her neck. Sara felt herself giving in to his need and desire. She gave up and relaxed. She could feel his arousal and that caused her to become aroused. Grissom was a man who had wants and desires. It had been a year since they had been intimate, and he could no longer contain himself. He needed to show her how much he loved her and that he would never let her go. The events of the past year had taken an emotional toll on them. Sara had been withdrawn and the love that they felt before was stale. This was his only chance to rekindle what was there.
He reached around her and squeezed a breast through her shirt. She leaned up and gave him a deep passionate kiss. His hands went down to her hips and he pulled her panties down her thighs and let them fall to the floor. She was trying to get his pants off. He helped her along. When they were ready, he entered her from behind.
He thrust into her wildly. Sara moaned in pleasure and pain. Grissom's breathing became erratic and he reached under her shirt to tease a nipple.
"Oh Gil," she moaned. "Right there."
Sara couldn't deny the pleasure. It had been so long since she felt anything remotely like what she was feeling now. She bent over a little more to increase the sensation.
"Gil," she moaned. "It hurts but you feel so good."
"God Sara," he grunted into her neck. "I love you."
He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him harder. Sara bent over until her breasts were almost touching the counter. Her hands were flat on the counter.
"Oh, oh God!" She screamed.
Grissom's hand reached under her shirt and tweaked her nipple before caressing both of her breasts while he pulled her to him. He knew that he was probably hurting her, but he needed to get this out of his system. He felt that she was slipping away and he needed her back with him. He wanted her soul to be one with his again.
"Oh Gil!" She shouted as he went faster and thrust into her harder. Her small breasts bounced with their movements. He felt his climax building.
"Oh God, Sara!" He grunted into her back as he climaxed. He kept plunging into her until he felt her climaxing around him.
"Oh yes! Oh Gil!" She moaned. "Yes."
He pushed into her a few more times before he was totally spent. Sara was breathing hard and she lay her head down on her hands, shivering and wincing from her orgasm. Grissom buried his face in her neck. She could feel the sweat on his forehead. She was sweaty as well. She felt a droplet fall down her temple. Her hair was damp with sweat and it was plastered to her neck and shoulders. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might burst. The love she felt for Grissom was stronger than ever. He released her from her private hell and brought her back to him. Maybe it wasn't the most romantic way of rekindling their relationship, but he made love to her nonetheless, and he pleased her. She realized what she had been missing and what she needed.
***
After that afternoon, their love changed. They stole extra glances at each other here and there, gave each other light kisses whenever possible, and they said "I love you" more often. It went on that way for weeks and then they settled down into a comfortable rhythm that made them both happy.
At work, they were able to stay professional, but at home, they were allowed to say whatever they wanted to each other and do what they want in the privacy of their own apartment without worrying about rules and coworkers.
"Gil," Sara said as she flipped through the channels on her television.
"Yeah?" He answered, looking up from his crossword.
"I love you," she said plaintively, never taking her eyes off the television.
He could not comprehend her. She was strange in every aspect. He also knew that he was and forever would be outsmarted by Sara. She was highly intelligent and she could match wits with him any day.
"I love you too," he said, admiring her beauty and mind.
She smirked as she continued flipping through channels. "There's nothing on." She whined.
"Would you like me to go downtown and have a talk with the station?" He asked.
"Oh, so you think you're funny," Sara said with a smile.
She came over to him and gave him light kisses on the lips.
"No, I don't think I'm funny," Grissom said in between kisses.
"Naah," Sara said. "I like you as "Serious, Scientific, Analytical Mr. Grissom."
"And I like you as "Cynical, Hold-down-the-fort Sara," he countered.
"You better," she said, going back to her side of the couch. "Gil I'm hungry."
"What do you want for dinner?" He asked, flipping through his crossword puzzle book. "Why do you insist on doing my crosswords?"
Sara only shrugged. He sighed and kissed her cheek before going into the kitchen. "Do you want take out, or a homemade meal?"
"Homemade sounds good," she said. "Can you make some steaks?"
Grissom did an about face and looked at her strangely. "You want to eat meat all of a sudden?"
"Yes," she said as if it were the norm for her. "I want a steak dinner. T-bone steaks with mashed potatoes, corn, and an apple pie complete with some red wine."
"Okay," he chuckled. "I have to go to the store first."
"Take your time," Sara said. "Please Gil. It'll be so romantic. We can put the table by the window and light candles. I'll even dress real sexy for you."
"Your wish is my command my dear," Grissom said with a smirk.
When Grissom left, Sara went to the bathroom and drew herself a hot bubble bath. She rid herself of her drab sweatpants and baggy shirt. When she was completely nude, she stepped gingerly into the bathtub and let the smell of her lavender bubble bath fill her nostrils. She ran her hands over her abdomen. It was flat as a board.
Someday, she thought.
She washed herself thoroughly then got out of the tub. She let her hair fall around her face as she let it down. She put on underwear that she bought at a sale at Victoria's Secret. Grissom hadn't seen this underwear before. She would probably give him a heart attack. She put on a black dress that was hidden in the back of her closet. Grissom hadn't seen the dress either. She applied more makeup than she usually wore.
The next step was moving the table to the window. She dragged it across the floor without too much fuss and then place two of the four chairs on either end. She got out two white candles and lit them.
As soon as she lit the candles, Grissom walked through the door with bags of groceries. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. He appreciated seeing her long, shapely legs being shown off by her dress, and her toes fitting perfectly in her high heel shoes.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you," she said, going over to him and taking some bags.
Sara sat on her counter and watched as Grissom expertly prepared their dinner. He would come by and steal a kiss from her every now and then. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She looked stunning. He had never seen her in a dress before. It was always the dressy pantsuit. Never had he had the pleasure of seeing her in a dress. He thought he'd never see the day.
Sara couldn't keep the smile off of her face.
"Dinner is served," Grissom said as he placed a plate in front of her. It had exactly what she asked for.
"Thank you," she said.
He put his plate on the table then, he picked up the wine. He poured them some wine and their dinner began.
"Mm," Sara said. "This is much better than any restaurant I've eaten in. I'll have to give my compliments to the chef a little later."
She took off her shoe and rubbed his calf with her foot.
"Sara," he said. "Eat first."
They ate in silence, their eyes communicating for them. Sara looked like a goddess to him. Her beauty was accentuated by the candlelight.
Sara dropped her fork to her plate with a loud clang. "I'm done," she said, arousal evident in her voice.
Grissom had finished as well and they both got up and headed to their bedroom.
***
"Gil, I'm exhausted," Sara said breathlessly as she rolled over in the bed. She cuddled up to him.
"For once, I wore you out," he quipped.
"Four times in one night," she said in awe. "That was amazing. I love you so much."
"I love you too," Grissom said.
They lay in silence for a few minutes before Sara mounted him again.
"Again?" Grissom asked in surprise.
"No," she said, leaning down to kiss his lips. "Gil, I want to know how you feel about maybe getting married."
Grissom put his hands on her hips in thought. Marriage? That was the last thing on his mind. What they had now was good enough for him. Of course, he would love to have Sara as his wife, but at this point, he felt he would be rushing her if he asked her. He knew that she would readily say yes, but he didn't want to rush things.
"Sara, I don't want to pressure you," he said. "It would be great of we got married, but not right now."
Sara's face showed a hint of disappointment, but it was quickly wiped away when he sealed his statement with a kiss. Sara was helplessly in love with Grissom. Anything he said was rational and perfect to her at this moment.