Chapter Nine
Grissom turned and snuggled up to Sara. Her back was pressed against his chest, her arm pushed under her pillow and the other splayed across the bed. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter to him. She moaned quietly in her sleep and rolled over. She buried her face in his chest and kissed his skin, causing him to chuckle. Sara raised her head, eyes wide as he squirmed next to her. She grinned widely at the new discovery.
He saw her grin. "Don't even think about it.Sara no!" He tried to be serious, but the smile broke through. He burst into a fit of giggles as she poked him in the ribs and repeated the motion all the way to his stomach and back again. "Sara.. No. Please.Stop." He tried to pull from her, but she straddled him and pinned beneath her. She stopped and laughed with him as he tried to recover from the giggling and squirming. "That was so not fair." He pushed himself up on his elbows to kiss her.
She broke the kiss and got up. Grissom slumped back down with a groan.
Sara laughed. "What? Work in a few hours and I have things to do.Do you want some coffee?" She pulled on the discarded shorts and t-shirt from the previous morning and turned to look at him. He was watching her intently with a smile on his face. "Well?" She sat on the edge of the bed. He just stared at her. Sara waved a hand in front of his face and before she could say anything more, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, never taking his eyes from hers. Sara looked at his mouth as he kissed her hand.
He grinned mischievously and pulled her down to him, kissing her strongly. He pulled away and got up, pulling on his boxers and his shirt. Sara stared in amazement for a minute before heading for the kitchen. "So? Do you want some coffee? Or are you going to stare at me all day?" She poured herself a cup and waited for an answer.
"Yes I would love some coffee and yes I will stare at you all day." He took the coffee from her and sat on the couch.
Sara walked to the front door, unlocked it, opened it and went to get the paper and mail from her mailbox. When she got back Grissom was no where to be seen. "Griss? Grissom, where are you?" She put the paper and mail on the coffee table and headed back to her bedroom, but he wasn't there. She turned at the sound of running water and pushed the bathroom door open. Picking up two towels as she walked into the bathroom, she saw him in the shower. "Need anything? Towels.soap." Before Sara could finish, the shower door opened and a hand appeared, which grabbed and pulled her under the spray of warm water.
She squeaked at the sudden wetness. "Ah!.Grissom!." She playfully pushed him, which was a bad thing, because he nearly slipped, but he grabbed Sara to steady himself. She laughed, but suddenly stopped when she realised he could have been seriously hurt. "Oh God Griss! Are you ok? I'm so sorry."
Grissom saw the shock and concern in her eyes. He also saw the tears begin run down her cheeks. "Sara, I'm fine, It's ok, really." He reached for her and wiped the tears away with the water still pooling down their bodies and pulled her into a hug. "Don't cry honey, please.It was my fault.I shouldn't have scared you like that." He pulled away to look at her.
"I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm so sorry. I could have hurt you.Again." She looked away, not able to make eye contact.
"Sara, It's fine." He cupped her face and turned her head. "Don't worry. I'm not hurt, so it's ok." She hugged him as he reached over and turned the water off.
"Did you know that most accidents that happen in showers are fatal? I could have killed you. I'm sorry." She said into his chest.
"Come on, lets dry off and get something to eat." Grissom pulled the wet shirt she still had on, over her head, while she pulled off her shorts.
Grissom reached for the towels that were hanging on the bath and wrapped one around Sara's shoulders. He then wrapped one around him and took her hand.
Sara sat on the bed as Grissom sat next to her. She brought her legs up under her, holding the towel to her chest as she moved to lay head on his legs. He pulled her wet hair away from her face and rubbed her shoulder.
"I think I proved you hypothesis, Griss.All I seem to do is hurt you." Sara hugged his lap and cried softly.
Grissom was feeling horrible and lifted her. He dried her shoulders and walked over to a pile of her clothes on her dresser to pick out a t-shirt and pyjama pants. He laid them on the bed and pulled Sara up. She just watched him as he pulled the t-shirt over her head.
She pushed her arms through the sleeves and dried the rest of her body herself. As she put the pyjama pants on, she watched Grissom put on his pants from the day before. He stood there in just his pants and dried his hair. When he finished, he placed the wet towel on the bathroom towel rack to dry. returning to the bedroom, he walked across the room to Sara, who was drying her own hair. He wrapped his arms round her from behind. She dropped her arms and leaned back into his chest. Turning in his embrace, hugged him.
Grissom took the towel and began to slowly dry her hair. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry."
He stopped her and kissed her softly. "You're forgiven. Come on, let's get something to eat."
Grissom turned and snuggled up to Sara. Her back was pressed against his chest, her arm pushed under her pillow and the other splayed across the bed. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter to him. She moaned quietly in her sleep and rolled over. She buried her face in his chest and kissed his skin, causing him to chuckle. Sara raised her head, eyes wide as he squirmed next to her. She grinned widely at the new discovery.
He saw her grin. "Don't even think about it.Sara no!" He tried to be serious, but the smile broke through. He burst into a fit of giggles as she poked him in the ribs and repeated the motion all the way to his stomach and back again. "Sara.. No. Please.Stop." He tried to pull from her, but she straddled him and pinned beneath her. She stopped and laughed with him as he tried to recover from the giggling and squirming. "That was so not fair." He pushed himself up on his elbows to kiss her.
She broke the kiss and got up. Grissom slumped back down with a groan.
Sara laughed. "What? Work in a few hours and I have things to do.Do you want some coffee?" She pulled on the discarded shorts and t-shirt from the previous morning and turned to look at him. He was watching her intently with a smile on his face. "Well?" She sat on the edge of the bed. He just stared at her. Sara waved a hand in front of his face and before she could say anything more, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, never taking his eyes from hers. Sara looked at his mouth as he kissed her hand.
He grinned mischievously and pulled her down to him, kissing her strongly. He pulled away and got up, pulling on his boxers and his shirt. Sara stared in amazement for a minute before heading for the kitchen. "So? Do you want some coffee? Or are you going to stare at me all day?" She poured herself a cup and waited for an answer.
"Yes I would love some coffee and yes I will stare at you all day." He took the coffee from her and sat on the couch.
Sara walked to the front door, unlocked it, opened it and went to get the paper and mail from her mailbox. When she got back Grissom was no where to be seen. "Griss? Grissom, where are you?" She put the paper and mail on the coffee table and headed back to her bedroom, but he wasn't there. She turned at the sound of running water and pushed the bathroom door open. Picking up two towels as she walked into the bathroom, she saw him in the shower. "Need anything? Towels.soap." Before Sara could finish, the shower door opened and a hand appeared, which grabbed and pulled her under the spray of warm water.
She squeaked at the sudden wetness. "Ah!.Grissom!." She playfully pushed him, which was a bad thing, because he nearly slipped, but he grabbed Sara to steady himself. She laughed, but suddenly stopped when she realised he could have been seriously hurt. "Oh God Griss! Are you ok? I'm so sorry."
Grissom saw the shock and concern in her eyes. He also saw the tears begin run down her cheeks. "Sara, I'm fine, It's ok, really." He reached for her and wiped the tears away with the water still pooling down their bodies and pulled her into a hug. "Don't cry honey, please.It was my fault.I shouldn't have scared you like that." He pulled away to look at her.
"I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm so sorry. I could have hurt you.Again." She looked away, not able to make eye contact.
"Sara, It's fine." He cupped her face and turned her head. "Don't worry. I'm not hurt, so it's ok." She hugged him as he reached over and turned the water off.
"Did you know that most accidents that happen in showers are fatal? I could have killed you. I'm sorry." She said into his chest.
"Come on, lets dry off and get something to eat." Grissom pulled the wet shirt she still had on, over her head, while she pulled off her shorts.
Grissom reached for the towels that were hanging on the bath and wrapped one around Sara's shoulders. He then wrapped one around him and took her hand.
Sara sat on the bed as Grissom sat next to her. She brought her legs up under her, holding the towel to her chest as she moved to lay head on his legs. He pulled her wet hair away from her face and rubbed her shoulder.
"I think I proved you hypothesis, Griss.All I seem to do is hurt you." Sara hugged his lap and cried softly.
Grissom was feeling horrible and lifted her. He dried her shoulders and walked over to a pile of her clothes on her dresser to pick out a t-shirt and pyjama pants. He laid them on the bed and pulled Sara up. She just watched him as he pulled the t-shirt over her head.
She pushed her arms through the sleeves and dried the rest of her body herself. As she put the pyjama pants on, she watched Grissom put on his pants from the day before. He stood there in just his pants and dried his hair. When he finished, he placed the wet towel on the bathroom towel rack to dry. returning to the bedroom, he walked across the room to Sara, who was drying her own hair. He wrapped his arms round her from behind. She dropped her arms and leaned back into his chest. Turning in his embrace, hugged him.
Grissom took the towel and began to slowly dry her hair. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry."
He stopped her and kissed her softly. "You're forgiven. Come on, let's get something to eat."