Chapter 3
Sara looked at Grissom shocked by his words. Tears formed in her eyes. Sara released her hands from his and began to make her way to the kitchen. She asked Jim and Charlotte if they minded giving them some time alone.
Jim and Charlotte made there way to the living room. Firstly, Jim walked over to Grissom and gave him a wink with an added, "Gil, don't screw this up,"
Grissom smiled and told him he knew what he needed to do.
Charlotte gave Sara a hug and her cell phone number. "Call if you need me."
Jim gave Sara a hug. "Take it easy on him ok?"
Sara laughed. "Don't worry, I think this will work out." She walked back over to the couch when the front door closed. She sat down beside Grissom and waited a few seconds before saying. "I Love You too!"
Grissom could not speak, he was not expecting it to be this simple.
"Thank you for being honest with me about Heather. That means so much to me. I wish you would have told me how you felt back then it would have saved us both a lot of hurt."
"Are you sure that you know what to do about this?" Sara asked him.
Grissom sighed. "I have always known what to do. I was just scared to tell you." He moved closer to wrap his arms around her. "You know I am going to make mistakes so when I do, don't give up on me. Ok?"
Sara breathed out lightly as she settled against him. "We both suck at relationships so we are going to have to give each other space and learn about each other."
Grissom held Sara even tighter. "I only know Sara Sidle the CSI. I really want to know the real Sara Sidle. Is that ok?"
Sara smiled "And I don't even know Gil Grissom, other than he is really into bugs."
Grissom laughed. "I promise you will see the real me, starting right now."
It happened so fast, neither knew what was happening until their lips melded together.
Living Room, Alone
Grissom continued to kiss down her cheek to stop momentarily at her neck. He pulled her closer as her hands wandered down his back to grip his shirt into her fists. His mouth worked back up to her mouth as he began slowly lowering her back against the cushions. His mind was in overdrive as her hands released his shirt and pulled the fabric from his pants to seek out his skin. He gasped as her hand snuck into the back of his pants and pulled him closer to her.
Sara moaned into his mouth as she explored his body with her own. She pulled her hands to his chest and pushed his jacket over his shoulders. He struggled to get free at first, but soon the sound of leather hitting the floor, resonated through the fairly large room.
The hesitation was all but gone, apart from the removing of clothing and becoming more vulnerable to each other's need.
Pulling each button free with forced slowness, Grissom watched as skin from her chest came into view and begged for him to touch it. Her chest was heaving as his hands pushed the fabric aside. His mouth lowered to her collarbone hungrily, causing Sara to giggle and grip his shoulder blades.
"I'm not a meal Griss." She gasped.
Grissom chuckled against her skin and dragged his mouth down her chest. His hands started work on his own shirt, eager to feel her skin against his. Sara helped him rid himself of the clothing that separated them. Both hands bumped against each other, causing giggles and chuckles to echo against skin.
"Let me do it." She breathed against his cheek.
"I thought we were going to do it together." He snorted.
Sara laughed and pushed him back until she was sitting on his stomach and reaching for the buttons. "We have plenty of time."
Groaning and closing his eyes against her gentle touch, he let his head fall back against the arm of the couch. His head snapped up as she started giggling. "What?"
Shaking her head and covering her mouth with her hand, she giggled.
Grissom looked down and blushed. "This is embarrassing."
"I'm sorry." She squeaked.
The whole situation had evaporated all thought and he hadn't realised that his pants were undone and his belt lay on the floor by his jacket. His shirt hung open, but his boxers were the main cause of her sudden hilarity.
"Griss," She gasped and pulled the front of his boxers, letting them go with a snap. "Beetles!?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, he sat up quickly and pinned her beneath him. "I'm an Entomologist, Sara. I happen to love bugs."
"Beetle Boxers!" She gasped and giggled, her face reddening from both arousal and laughter.
Grissom kicked off his pants and shrugged out of his shirt as Sara calmed herself. She giggled once more before grabbing his face and pulling him down to reunite their lips in a sloppy hurried kiss.
"Slow down, honey." He breathed between kisses.
Sara ignored him and he suddenly lost his balance on the edge of the couch. Grabbing Sara around the waist, they tumbled onto the floor. Grissom groaned in slight discomfort as he lifted his back to let Sara pull his belt from beneath his shoulder.
"You ok?" She asked seriously, but smiled when he chuckled and turned them, just missing the coffee table with his head as he began trailing kisses down her neck.
"I think this would be safer in the bedroom." He suggested, kissing his way back up her neck to her lips, devouring them before pulling her up with him.
Morning, Bedroom
Sara woke to the warm feeling of being held and someone snoring in her ear. Trying to turn her body was an impossible task as Grissom just gripped her tighter. She felt him move his body and try to pull her with him. Realising that it was not her body that was moving but the sheet, she watched as it was being pulled away from her body.
Before she could grab her part of the sheet, Grissom rolled over and cocooned himself into a tight little package. Sara, still more than half asleep, was not going to let her covers be hogged by a man. Sitting up in the bed, she reached for the sheet and started pulling.
Straining to pull hard as she could without launching in to every curse word known to man, felt the sheet start to give and before there was time to stop her movement, Grissom moved. All Sara saw was the sheet coming toward her and then her looking up at her bed from the floor.
Grissom heard a very loud thud and a very angry Sara cursing him with every breath she made. He decided to open his eyes and brave the sunlight. Not seeing Sara, he raised himself up quicker than he should have, since he felt like he had been hit with a hammer and it was still resounding in his head. Grissom called out. " Sara, where are you?"
Sara raised herself up off the floor and gave him a dirty look. "I was just flung to floor trying to get my cover back that you decided to take and roll yourself up in."
Grissom, trying his hardest not to laugh, for fear of Sara hurting him, but also because it really hurt his head to move. He reached out a hand and lifted the sheet up for Sara to climb back under.
She made her way under the covers and snuggled against him. "How are you feeling this morning?"
He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead "My head is killing me and I think I pulled a muscle in my back, because it is killing me."
Sara giggled out loud. "Your back is hurting because we fell off my couch last night, Romeo."
Grissom smiled, remembering there little play in the living room. "Yeah and as I recall, you made fun of my boxers."
Sara giggled. "Yes I did beetle man."
"Come on, lets get some breakfast." Grissom groaned at the movement.
Sara put on a tank top and shorts while Grissom pulled on his boxers before following her to the kitchen. He took his seat on the barstool, watching Sara prepare their breakfast. He got up to help, but Sara told him she could do it.
"Ok, fine, let me make the coffee, please."
She smiled and pointed to the cupboard where the coffee was located and the cups. Once he had everything, he started putting the coffee together.
Grissom pulled the filters down and started to place it in the coffee pot when he noticed Sara's neck. He stared quietly for a few minutes as she moved around. He spotted lots of little marks on her neck and, 'oh god' they were all over her neck and shoulder. Grissom was about to tell her when the door beeped.
Sara walked over to the buzzer and allowed the visitor, or visitors, to come up. She opened the door to greet Jim and Charlotte.
Jim started blushing and Charlotte was staring at her neck.
Sara looked at both and asked. "What are you looking at?"
Charlotte smirked. "Sara, I think you need to go the bathroom and take a look for yourself."
Standing still to stare at them for a second, she turned and started to walk off, but stopped. "Oh, Grissom is in the kitchen. Jim help him with the coffee please."
Charlotte followed Sara to the bathroom.
Jim walked into the kitchen and lost it. He burst out laughing so hard he began crying and started to hiccup. Trying to control the hiccups and laughter, he squeezed his eyes shut as Grissom stared at him.
Eyeing his painfully as he winced at the loud sounds coming from Jim, he asked. "Please, I have a headache and you are making it worse."
"I can't help it. I should have known you would wear something like that. From the looks of Sara's neck, you too made up."
Grissom breathed out. "Yes Jim, we made up."
Both Grissom and Jim jumped when they heard Sara scream.
Jim looked at Grissom and smiled. "I take it Sara hadn't seen her neck yet"
"Not until now." Grissom closed his eyes and sighed. The pounding only increasing.
TBC
Sara looked at Grissom shocked by his words. Tears formed in her eyes. Sara released her hands from his and began to make her way to the kitchen. She asked Jim and Charlotte if they minded giving them some time alone.
Jim and Charlotte made there way to the living room. Firstly, Jim walked over to Grissom and gave him a wink with an added, "Gil, don't screw this up,"
Grissom smiled and told him he knew what he needed to do.
Charlotte gave Sara a hug and her cell phone number. "Call if you need me."
Jim gave Sara a hug. "Take it easy on him ok?"
Sara laughed. "Don't worry, I think this will work out." She walked back over to the couch when the front door closed. She sat down beside Grissom and waited a few seconds before saying. "I Love You too!"
Grissom could not speak, he was not expecting it to be this simple.
"Thank you for being honest with me about Heather. That means so much to me. I wish you would have told me how you felt back then it would have saved us both a lot of hurt."
"Are you sure that you know what to do about this?" Sara asked him.
Grissom sighed. "I have always known what to do. I was just scared to tell you." He moved closer to wrap his arms around her. "You know I am going to make mistakes so when I do, don't give up on me. Ok?"
Sara breathed out lightly as she settled against him. "We both suck at relationships so we are going to have to give each other space and learn about each other."
Grissom held Sara even tighter. "I only know Sara Sidle the CSI. I really want to know the real Sara Sidle. Is that ok?"
Sara smiled "And I don't even know Gil Grissom, other than he is really into bugs."
Grissom laughed. "I promise you will see the real me, starting right now."
It happened so fast, neither knew what was happening until their lips melded together.
Living Room, Alone
Grissom continued to kiss down her cheek to stop momentarily at her neck. He pulled her closer as her hands wandered down his back to grip his shirt into her fists. His mouth worked back up to her mouth as he began slowly lowering her back against the cushions. His mind was in overdrive as her hands released his shirt and pulled the fabric from his pants to seek out his skin. He gasped as her hand snuck into the back of his pants and pulled him closer to her.
Sara moaned into his mouth as she explored his body with her own. She pulled her hands to his chest and pushed his jacket over his shoulders. He struggled to get free at first, but soon the sound of leather hitting the floor, resonated through the fairly large room.
The hesitation was all but gone, apart from the removing of clothing and becoming more vulnerable to each other's need.
Pulling each button free with forced slowness, Grissom watched as skin from her chest came into view and begged for him to touch it. Her chest was heaving as his hands pushed the fabric aside. His mouth lowered to her collarbone hungrily, causing Sara to giggle and grip his shoulder blades.
"I'm not a meal Griss." She gasped.
Grissom chuckled against her skin and dragged his mouth down her chest. His hands started work on his own shirt, eager to feel her skin against his. Sara helped him rid himself of the clothing that separated them. Both hands bumped against each other, causing giggles and chuckles to echo against skin.
"Let me do it." She breathed against his cheek.
"I thought we were going to do it together." He snorted.
Sara laughed and pushed him back until she was sitting on his stomach and reaching for the buttons. "We have plenty of time."
Groaning and closing his eyes against her gentle touch, he let his head fall back against the arm of the couch. His head snapped up as she started giggling. "What?"
Shaking her head and covering her mouth with her hand, she giggled.
Grissom looked down and blushed. "This is embarrassing."
"I'm sorry." She squeaked.
The whole situation had evaporated all thought and he hadn't realised that his pants were undone and his belt lay on the floor by his jacket. His shirt hung open, but his boxers were the main cause of her sudden hilarity.
"Griss," She gasped and pulled the front of his boxers, letting them go with a snap. "Beetles!?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, he sat up quickly and pinned her beneath him. "I'm an Entomologist, Sara. I happen to love bugs."
"Beetle Boxers!" She gasped and giggled, her face reddening from both arousal and laughter.
Grissom kicked off his pants and shrugged out of his shirt as Sara calmed herself. She giggled once more before grabbing his face and pulling him down to reunite their lips in a sloppy hurried kiss.
"Slow down, honey." He breathed between kisses.
Sara ignored him and he suddenly lost his balance on the edge of the couch. Grabbing Sara around the waist, they tumbled onto the floor. Grissom groaned in slight discomfort as he lifted his back to let Sara pull his belt from beneath his shoulder.
"You ok?" She asked seriously, but smiled when he chuckled and turned them, just missing the coffee table with his head as he began trailing kisses down her neck.
"I think this would be safer in the bedroom." He suggested, kissing his way back up her neck to her lips, devouring them before pulling her up with him.
Morning, Bedroom
Sara woke to the warm feeling of being held and someone snoring in her ear. Trying to turn her body was an impossible task as Grissom just gripped her tighter. She felt him move his body and try to pull her with him. Realising that it was not her body that was moving but the sheet, she watched as it was being pulled away from her body.
Before she could grab her part of the sheet, Grissom rolled over and cocooned himself into a tight little package. Sara, still more than half asleep, was not going to let her covers be hogged by a man. Sitting up in the bed, she reached for the sheet and started pulling.
Straining to pull hard as she could without launching in to every curse word known to man, felt the sheet start to give and before there was time to stop her movement, Grissom moved. All Sara saw was the sheet coming toward her and then her looking up at her bed from the floor.
Grissom heard a very loud thud and a very angry Sara cursing him with every breath she made. He decided to open his eyes and brave the sunlight. Not seeing Sara, he raised himself up quicker than he should have, since he felt like he had been hit with a hammer and it was still resounding in his head. Grissom called out. " Sara, where are you?"
Sara raised herself up off the floor and gave him a dirty look. "I was just flung to floor trying to get my cover back that you decided to take and roll yourself up in."
Grissom, trying his hardest not to laugh, for fear of Sara hurting him, but also because it really hurt his head to move. He reached out a hand and lifted the sheet up for Sara to climb back under.
She made her way under the covers and snuggled against him. "How are you feeling this morning?"
He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead "My head is killing me and I think I pulled a muscle in my back, because it is killing me."
Sara giggled out loud. "Your back is hurting because we fell off my couch last night, Romeo."
Grissom smiled, remembering there little play in the living room. "Yeah and as I recall, you made fun of my boxers."
Sara giggled. "Yes I did beetle man."
"Come on, lets get some breakfast." Grissom groaned at the movement.
Sara put on a tank top and shorts while Grissom pulled on his boxers before following her to the kitchen. He took his seat on the barstool, watching Sara prepare their breakfast. He got up to help, but Sara told him she could do it.
"Ok, fine, let me make the coffee, please."
She smiled and pointed to the cupboard where the coffee was located and the cups. Once he had everything, he started putting the coffee together.
Grissom pulled the filters down and started to place it in the coffee pot when he noticed Sara's neck. He stared quietly for a few minutes as she moved around. He spotted lots of little marks on her neck and, 'oh god' they were all over her neck and shoulder. Grissom was about to tell her when the door beeped.
Sara walked over to the buzzer and allowed the visitor, or visitors, to come up. She opened the door to greet Jim and Charlotte.
Jim started blushing and Charlotte was staring at her neck.
Sara looked at both and asked. "What are you looking at?"
Charlotte smirked. "Sara, I think you need to go the bathroom and take a look for yourself."
Standing still to stare at them for a second, she turned and started to walk off, but stopped. "Oh, Grissom is in the kitchen. Jim help him with the coffee please."
Charlotte followed Sara to the bathroom.
Jim walked into the kitchen and lost it. He burst out laughing so hard he began crying and started to hiccup. Trying to control the hiccups and laughter, he squeezed his eyes shut as Grissom stared at him.
Eyeing his painfully as he winced at the loud sounds coming from Jim, he asked. "Please, I have a headache and you are making it worse."
"I can't help it. I should have known you would wear something like that. From the looks of Sara's neck, you too made up."
Grissom breathed out. "Yes Jim, we made up."
Both Grissom and Jim jumped when they heard Sara scream.
Jim looked at Grissom and smiled. "I take it Sara hadn't seen her neck yet"
"Not until now." Grissom closed his eyes and sighed. The pounding only increasing.
TBC