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Chapter 8: His Heart Didn't Feel Quite so Tight
"Well," replied Grissom, reaching into the pocket of his Santa suit with his free hand. "I'm guessing that this was from you and not Greg," he smirked, pulling out the book of sentimental sayings.
"Why? You don't think Greg fades away every time you leave the room?" Sara quipped, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
"Yeah," replied Grissom, rolling his eyes. "That would be just my luck."
Sara gave a small chuckle. "Well, you're safe," she reassured him, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I gave you the book and the page that I book-marked expresses exactly how I feel," she admitted quietly.
Grissom remained silent as he processed her words. Finally he spoke. "Don't you think it's funny that we both expressed our feelings using other peoples' words?" he smiled wryly.
"Yeah, well let's face it Gris," answered Sara with a grin. "We aren't the most socially adept of people."
It was his turn to chuckle. "I guess you're right about that," he agreed.
"So quit evading the question bugman," Sara pressed. "Why did you invite me out here?"
Grissom swallowed and looked down at their intertwined fingers. "Two days ago I had the chance to do something that I've dreamed about doing for a long time," he admitted, raising his eyes to look at her.
Sara nodded, quietly urging him to continue.
"The thing is, I wasn't quite sure what to do when the opportunity arose and I blew it," he paused, gathering the courage to continue. "I'd really like another chance to remedy that," he whispered, staring intently into her eyes.
Sara stared back at him, confusion etched on her face. She watched as he silently raised his free hand until his finger pointed to the sky above their heads. Images of Greg performing the same action two days earlier in the break room came flooding back to her and she could feel her heart begin to beat wildly as she absorbed the implication of Grissom's words.
Slowly she moved her gaze from his face and travelled upwards until she spied a bunch of mistletoe dangling from a branch, directly above the rug that they were sitting on. Her breath caught in her throat as she anticipated what was about to happen.
She felt him remove his hand from hers and his featherlike touch grazed the side of her face. "So what do you think?" he asked tenderly. "Do I get another chance to do this properly?"
Sara dropped her eyes from the mistletoe until she found the familiar blue orbs that had haunted her dreams for so many nights. "I think we both deserve another chance," she whispered.
She watched as he leant towards her, his eyes slowly closing and his hand moving behind her neck to pull her closer to him. As her own eyes shut, she felt the soft brush of his lips on hers and she let out a small gasp.
Grissom pulled back, thinking that he had done something wrong. "Sara.I'm sorry...I thought." he began to apologise.
She reached out and put a finger against his lips. "Shhh, it's ok," she said reassuringly. She tenderly traced the outline of his lips before leaning forward to claim them with her own. Her hands came up to reach around his neck and she pulled him to her.
"Sara." She felt him whisper her name against her lips and his other hand snaked around her waist as he leant backward and gently pulled her down onto the rug. His tongue began a slow exploration of her mouth and she let out a low moan as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed down her back, coming to rest on her backside and he pulled her into his body, a groan escaping his lips as he felt her rub against him.
Even though Sara was completely wrapped up in the feel of his mouth on hers and his hands caressing her body she could sense that this was getting out of hand. She knew that one of them had to put a stop to it before it was too late. Reluctantly she lifted her head and looked down at him, his eyes swirled with desire. Once again she reached up with her hand and traced his swollen lips with her finger.
He reached up to grab her hand and kissed her fingertips gently. Their eyes remained locked and neither of them spoke, both trying to regain their breath and neither unable to believe what had just occurred.
Suddenly Grissom let go of Sara's hand and reached up to pull her mouth to his once more. Unable to resist, Sara succumbed to the passion that overtook her body.
After a few moments of caressing and kissing she managed to regain control of her senses and pulled away again. "Gris," she whispered breathlessly. "We have to stop this before it goes to far."
He ignored her plea and continued to explore her neck with his mouth.
"Gris, I'm serious," she said, moaning quietly as he nuzzled her neck. 'Damn he's good' she thought to herself, almost losing her resolve. "What if the others come outside and find us like this?" she managed to continue.
She heard him groan in frustration. "Sara, why do you have to be so sensible," he asked, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Oh that's great coming from you," she replied, giving him a gentle slap on the chest.
Grissom laughed. "There's a time and a place to be sensible Miss. Sidle and this is not either," he said, grinning mischievously.
"You're incorrigible," giggled Sara. She pushed herself up into sitting position and began to straighten her clothes. Suddenly she looked at him and then back at herself and started giggling again.
"What's so funny?" asked Grissom, partially sitting up and resting on his elbows.
"I just realised," said Sara, in between fits of giggles. "How funny it would have looked if one of the others had come out here."
Grissom looked confused. "And why would it have looked funny?" he asked defensively.
Unable to stop giggling, Sara gestured to her costume and then at his. "Two green.furry people.dressed in Santa suits," she managed to say. "Rolling around on a rug." Holding her sides, she collapsed into another round of laughter.
Grissom stared at her, then looked down at himself and let out a chuckle. He glanced over at Sara and wiggled his furry green feet at her, which just increased the intensity of her laughter. The sight of her rolling round on the rug, holding her sides was more than Grissom could bear and he too began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Sara, please stop laughing," gasped Grissom after several minutes. "I can't take much more of this."
Sara sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Oh my god, I haven't laughed like that in ages," she confessed.
"Neither have I," agreed Grissom. He leant over to take her hand and placed a soft kiss in her palm. "Thank you," he whispered, looking at her in adoration.
"For what?" she asked innocently.
Grissom reached out to cup her cheek. "For giving me the best night of my life," he answered, pulling her close for a tender kiss.
"You're welcome," whispered Sara, against his lips. After a few moments she pulled back and smiled at him. "This is how we got into trouble last time remember?" she said with a grin. "Maybe we should go back inside and join the others."
"In a while," replied Grissom, leaning back on the cushions against the wall. "I'm not ready to share you with the others yet," he said, smiling at her.
"Oh I see how it is," grinned Sara. "Gil does not share well with the other children," she said raising an eyebrow at him.
"That's right," he replied, lunging forward to grab her and place her so that she was sitting between his legs, her head resting on his chest. "And you're mine," he said softly in her ear.
"Yes I am," she replied, hugging the arms that held her tightly.
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Chapter 8: His Heart Didn't Feel Quite so Tight
"Well," replied Grissom, reaching into the pocket of his Santa suit with his free hand. "I'm guessing that this was from you and not Greg," he smirked, pulling out the book of sentimental sayings.
"Why? You don't think Greg fades away every time you leave the room?" Sara quipped, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
"Yeah," replied Grissom, rolling his eyes. "That would be just my luck."
Sara gave a small chuckle. "Well, you're safe," she reassured him, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I gave you the book and the page that I book-marked expresses exactly how I feel," she admitted quietly.
Grissom remained silent as he processed her words. Finally he spoke. "Don't you think it's funny that we both expressed our feelings using other peoples' words?" he smiled wryly.
"Yeah, well let's face it Gris," answered Sara with a grin. "We aren't the most socially adept of people."
It was his turn to chuckle. "I guess you're right about that," he agreed.
"So quit evading the question bugman," Sara pressed. "Why did you invite me out here?"
Grissom swallowed and looked down at their intertwined fingers. "Two days ago I had the chance to do something that I've dreamed about doing for a long time," he admitted, raising his eyes to look at her.
Sara nodded, quietly urging him to continue.
"The thing is, I wasn't quite sure what to do when the opportunity arose and I blew it," he paused, gathering the courage to continue. "I'd really like another chance to remedy that," he whispered, staring intently into her eyes.
Sara stared back at him, confusion etched on her face. She watched as he silently raised his free hand until his finger pointed to the sky above their heads. Images of Greg performing the same action two days earlier in the break room came flooding back to her and she could feel her heart begin to beat wildly as she absorbed the implication of Grissom's words.
Slowly she moved her gaze from his face and travelled upwards until she spied a bunch of mistletoe dangling from a branch, directly above the rug that they were sitting on. Her breath caught in her throat as she anticipated what was about to happen.
She felt him remove his hand from hers and his featherlike touch grazed the side of her face. "So what do you think?" he asked tenderly. "Do I get another chance to do this properly?"
Sara dropped her eyes from the mistletoe until she found the familiar blue orbs that had haunted her dreams for so many nights. "I think we both deserve another chance," she whispered.
She watched as he leant towards her, his eyes slowly closing and his hand moving behind her neck to pull her closer to him. As her own eyes shut, she felt the soft brush of his lips on hers and she let out a small gasp.
Grissom pulled back, thinking that he had done something wrong. "Sara.I'm sorry...I thought." he began to apologise.
She reached out and put a finger against his lips. "Shhh, it's ok," she said reassuringly. She tenderly traced the outline of his lips before leaning forward to claim them with her own. Her hands came up to reach around his neck and she pulled him to her.
"Sara." She felt him whisper her name against her lips and his other hand snaked around her waist as he leant backward and gently pulled her down onto the rug. His tongue began a slow exploration of her mouth and she let out a low moan as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed down her back, coming to rest on her backside and he pulled her into his body, a groan escaping his lips as he felt her rub against him.
Even though Sara was completely wrapped up in the feel of his mouth on hers and his hands caressing her body she could sense that this was getting out of hand. She knew that one of them had to put a stop to it before it was too late. Reluctantly she lifted her head and looked down at him, his eyes swirled with desire. Once again she reached up with her hand and traced his swollen lips with her finger.
He reached up to grab her hand and kissed her fingertips gently. Their eyes remained locked and neither of them spoke, both trying to regain their breath and neither unable to believe what had just occurred.
Suddenly Grissom let go of Sara's hand and reached up to pull her mouth to his once more. Unable to resist, Sara succumbed to the passion that overtook her body.
After a few moments of caressing and kissing she managed to regain control of her senses and pulled away again. "Gris," she whispered breathlessly. "We have to stop this before it goes to far."
He ignored her plea and continued to explore her neck with his mouth.
"Gris, I'm serious," she said, moaning quietly as he nuzzled her neck. 'Damn he's good' she thought to herself, almost losing her resolve. "What if the others come outside and find us like this?" she managed to continue.
She heard him groan in frustration. "Sara, why do you have to be so sensible," he asked, reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Oh that's great coming from you," she replied, giving him a gentle slap on the chest.
Grissom laughed. "There's a time and a place to be sensible Miss. Sidle and this is not either," he said, grinning mischievously.
"You're incorrigible," giggled Sara. She pushed herself up into sitting position and began to straighten her clothes. Suddenly she looked at him and then back at herself and started giggling again.
"What's so funny?" asked Grissom, partially sitting up and resting on his elbows.
"I just realised," said Sara, in between fits of giggles. "How funny it would have looked if one of the others had come out here."
Grissom looked confused. "And why would it have looked funny?" he asked defensively.
Unable to stop giggling, Sara gestured to her costume and then at his. "Two green.furry people.dressed in Santa suits," she managed to say. "Rolling around on a rug." Holding her sides, she collapsed into another round of laughter.
Grissom stared at her, then looked down at himself and let out a chuckle. He glanced over at Sara and wiggled his furry green feet at her, which just increased the intensity of her laughter. The sight of her rolling round on the rug, holding her sides was more than Grissom could bear and he too began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Sara, please stop laughing," gasped Grissom after several minutes. "I can't take much more of this."
Sara sat up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Oh my god, I haven't laughed like that in ages," she confessed.
"Neither have I," agreed Grissom. He leant over to take her hand and placed a soft kiss in her palm. "Thank you," he whispered, looking at her in adoration.
"For what?" she asked innocently.
Grissom reached out to cup her cheek. "For giving me the best night of my life," he answered, pulling her close for a tender kiss.
"You're welcome," whispered Sara, against his lips. After a few moments she pulled back and smiled at him. "This is how we got into trouble last time remember?" she said with a grin. "Maybe we should go back inside and join the others."
"In a while," replied Grissom, leaning back on the cushions against the wall. "I'm not ready to share you with the others yet," he said, smiling at her.
"Oh I see how it is," grinned Sara. "Gil does not share well with the other children," she said raising an eyebrow at him.
"That's right," he replied, lunging forward to grab her and place her so that she was sitting between his legs, her head resting on his chest. "And you're mine," he said softly in her ear.
"Yes I am," she replied, hugging the arms that held her tightly.
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