Chapter Twenty- Three
Back at the lab, Grissom left Sara with the evidence they had collected to make his way over to the small room he had been designated to work on his timeline. Even now, after working with her and spending time with her, he missed her presence. He had another day or so left here and he didn't want to waste anymore time.
Pulling out the stool beneath the table, he proceeded to sit down and mentally draw a picture in his mind of the crime scene where the various flies and insects were found. Pulling a sheet of paper towards him, his brain began to numb the feelings of Sara's absence drawing up a timeline, occupying the thoughts that would otherwise be disengaged.
Some time later, Sara left the morgue and headed off to the break room. The official cause of death for their victim had been ruled a suicide and Mason had gone out with Detective Charlton to inform her next of kin, leaving Sara with the monotony of the final paperwork.
Looking down at her watch she sighed heavily. Shift was officially over in an hour and she hadn't seen Grissom since she got back. Stifling a yawn, she tucked a file beneath her arm and poured out two mugs of coffee, picked them up and went in search of Grissom.
He was pinning the last of the flies to a board when she found him, and for a few moments she watched him silently, content to watch his concentration crease his brow. She had always found him utterly adorable when he stuck his tongue out when he worked, and she was pretty sure he had no idea he was actually doing it. After a few more seconds of gazing, she finally brought herself out of her reverie to cough loudly, alerting him to her presence.
Turning quickly, his lips melted into a smile and he stepped towards her. "Hey."
"Brought you coffee," she smiled, handing him a Styrofoam cup so she could use her now spare hand to remove the file tucked safely beneath her arm. Taking the cup from her hands, he followed her so they could step outside into the corridor.
"Thank you," he told her gratefully as he instantly lifted the burning liquid to his lips and took a sip. "I needed this."
When they'd finished, they threw their empty cups into the trash and returned to the room. Sara cast an amazed eye over his work. "Wow, you've finished."
"Yeah, well this part of it I have," he told her as he pointed to various parts of the chart. "I still have to establish time of death by doing the math, but everything else is done."
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you," she sighed, pulling out a stool to sit down. "I've got a ton of paperwork."
"Ah, yes the paperwork, that's something that always rears its head after every case." His eyes scanned her face as she took a sip of her coffee and noticed how tired she seemed. In all the years he had known her there had been the odd time when she had seemed fatigued, but right now, at this moment in time, she appeared to be exhausted. "What's wrong?"
Looking up at him questioningly, she saw the worry in his eyes and instantly felt her heart flood with warmth. "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"But I do worry," he whispered softly as he stepped a little closer to her. "How did it go with the victims family?"
Letting out a sigh, Sara gazed up into his eyes to find the solace she so desperately craved, and he didn't disappoint her. "Mason volunteered to inform her parents, he said I looked tired." She chuckled quietly as she spoke the last words and reached over to pick up the file on the table. "I think he just did it to dodge the paperwork."
"You do look tired Sara," he told her honestly, his hand reaching out to land gently on her shoulder. He could feel her tense muscles beneath his fingers and squeezed slightly to elicit a soft moan from her lips. "Turn around," he commanded, his eyes silently begging for her to do as he asked.
"Grissom," she whispered quietly, her eyes closing when he gently helped her turn around to offer her back and shoulders to him. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea….oh…" her voice trailed off as his hands massaged her tired muscles, the sensations causing her to sigh in contentment. "That feels… good…mhmm."
"You're as stiff as a board," he told her only to blush when she giggled quietly with his choice of words. Choosing to ignore her sexual undertones, he continued to press his fingers into her shoulders, her soft moans coaxing him closer to her body.
Sara was well aware how close he was and found herself leaning backwards to place her back in direct contact with his midriff and chest. His closeness ignited something deep inside her, and she slowly lifted her hands to slide her fingers over his, caressing his skin.
Grissom could feel the atmosphere in the room shift from comforting to something that resembled something far more intimate. The second her hands touched his skin he had felt the jolt of electricity course through his body to bring his senses alive. "Sara," he whispered softly when she lifted one of his hands to her lips to kiss his fingers. His body started to shake on its own accord, her power over him almost causing his knees to buckle beneath him.
Sara could feel the smouldering heat inside her body begin a surge of fire from her heart through to every part of her body. She tingled with his touch and suddenly, the call of his body urged her to turn around. Standing up quickly, the stool toppled backwards with the intensity of her movements and she lunged towards him, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck.
Forgetting where they were, their lips mashed together in a demanding kiss that overpowered anything previous . Grissom lost himself in her and pulled her body closer to his as he ran his tongue across her lips, demanding entry which she readily granted.
He plunged his tongue into her depths, his aching need for her drowning out how wrong it was to be doing this here, but he couldn't seem to stop. Her hands clawed at his back, her fingers desperately trying to pull him closer to her, and he complied with her fully, his own body's response to hers causing him to forget where he was.
Sara was drowning in him, her thoughts scattered in a thousand different directions as she gave in to her aching desire. Their tongues duelled in a passionate frenzy and she was faintly aware of pushing him backwards against the wall. She felt one of his hands leave her waist to slide around to her stomach and find its way beneath her shirt. Her body trembled in anticipation as his fingers reached the edge of her bra, and whimpered into his mouth when his hand cupped her breast and began to gently knead her flesh.
Sara knew they should stop but the feel of him against her was overpowering her senses to leave only thoughts of him and the feelings he was stirring up inside her body. His fingers slid over her breast to tease her taut nipple through the material of her bra and for a few mind numbing moments Sara found herself unable to breathe.
Pulling her lips from his, she forced her hands to his beneath her shirt to stop his exquisite ministrations, and for a heart stopping eternity their eyes met to suddenly realise where they were.
Grissom groaned softly when he forced himself to slide his hand from beneath her shirt and move away from her slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered breathlessly as he tried to hide his body's reaction from her. "Uhm…I…"
"Shhh," she whispered softly, her lips still tingling from his touch. Stepping closer, she straightened her shirt and lifted her fingers to pat down her hair. "I can do the paperwork at home," she told him hoarsely, hoping he would see her need for him in her eyes.
He nodded slowly, understanding what she was asking and felt his body quake with anticipation. "I…I just need to take this to my car," he told her, hoping his voice was steady as he placed the insect timeline carefully into its box.
"I'll meet you at my apartment in twenty minutes," she told him hoarsely as she grabbed the file from the table. Her eyes brandished him with her own personal desires and she slowly backed out of the room, only turning when she stepped outside into the corridor.
Back at her apartment, Sara threw the file and her keys onto the dining table and made her way into the kitchen. Her eyes lingered over the withered vegetables that they had started to prepare for their meal, and her body remembered her reaction to him. Closing her eyes briefly, she let the memories consume her while bringing a surge of heat into her heart. She had pulled him over their imaginary line and thrust him into a world where their desires took over. She just hoped he hadn't changed his mind and turned tail and ran away from her again.
A small knock on her door brought her out of her musings to jolt her into sudden awareness. He was here. Sara's body started to tremble as she made her way towards the door to slowly pull it open.
"I brought breakfast," he told her with a smile, his voice fighting through the trembling in his body.
"Great, we didn't get a chance to eat anything last night." Opening the door wider, she stepped aside, enough for him to enter before she closed the door behind him.
"Um… I didn't really know what you would want to eat so I just brought waffles and fruit." Walking into her kitchen, he placed the grocery bag on the table and tried to calm his tattered nerves.
Sara watched him silently, finding his trembling utterly adorable and before she could stop herself, she stepped up behind him to run a hand over his back. "Are you okay?"
Swallowing the lump inside his throat, Grissom slowly turned around to face her, his eyes gazing adoringly into hers. "I'm fine."
"Then are you at least going to take off your jacket?" she asked with a smile as she stepped a little closer to glide her fingers up his chest.
Grissom's whole body was trembling with anticipation as her fingers slowly began to push the material from his shoulders. He moved with her, the jacket sliding down his arms to fall into a heap on the kitchen floor. "Sara…?"
Her fingers stilled on his shirt and her eyes lifted to gaze up into his. For a few worrying seconds she thought he was going to withdraw again and she started to move away, but his hand snatched hold of hers to keep her where she was.
"I don't want you to do something you might regret later," he whispered softly as he brought one of her hands to his lips to kiss her palm.
"I won't regret it," she assured him, her voice hoarse as she stepped a little closer to his body. "Will you?"
Her words filled his heart with an ache so powerful that it flooded his heart with emotion. After everything they had been through, after the passionate kisses they had shared, she was still afraid. Trying his best to reassure her, he lowered his head towards her, his lips finding hers in a soft seal of a promise between them. Pulling back slightly, he brought his hands up to frame her face and smiled down into her eyes. "My only regret is that I let you go."
His breath fanned her face and her eyes fluttered closed as he descended on her lips once more, this time giving in to the passion that coursed throughout her body. Unable to wait any longer, she sank into him, her tongue begging for entry into his mouth, desperate to feel the same sparking connection to him that they had experienced only a short time ago.
He readily complied, his tongue meeting hers with equal passion. He released her hands to reach behind her and pull her closer to his body, his aching arousal pressing into her. One of Sara's hands reached up to thread her fingers through his hair and the other encircled his back, pulling him enticingly closer.
One powerful kiss followed another until they broke apart gasping for air. Their eyes met and held, powerful desires speaking volumes inside their eyes. Wordlessly, as if by some silent understanding, he released Sara's body and she stepped back slightly to reach down for his hand. His fingers wrapped around hers and he willingly followed as she gently tugged him towards the bedroom.
The bed was bathed in soft light that filtered through the blinds, highlighting the room. Releasing his hand, Sara walked towards the window to close out the sun's rays before turning back towards him. His legs moved on their own accord, walking over towards her as she turned to face him. Their lips met again in a soft kiss that quickly turned into passion. Fingers raked over clothes, popping buttons and zippers to remove the offending items, leaving them both exposed.
Pulling his lips from hers. Grissom trailed a burning path of kisses down her throat and turned her to gently push her backwards until she was lying beneath him on the bed. Lifting his head slightly, he found her eyes once more, seeking reassurance that she wanted him.
Sara's eyes opened when his lips left her body to find herself captured in his gaze. Lifting her fingers to his bearded face she trace the outline of his lips. "Grissom," she whispered softly, her voice causing his body to react against her. "Make love to me."
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, unaware that he was holding his breath while awaiting her answer.
"I want you," she breathed, pulling his head back down to hers, unwilling to wait any longer until they were coupled together.
Grissom groaned into her mouth as she lifted her legs to cradle him between her thighs and found that every other thought flittered away to leave only her and the incredible emotions she was enticing throughout his body.
Sinking into each other, they both surrendered to passions that had previously been denied, and as he entered her, they both felt the walls that had kept them apart crumble away to shatter the final barrier between them.
They moved as one, joined in intimacy, and when she cried his name upon release, his body soon followed to bring him crashing down to earth beside her. Afterwards, they lay together, silently bathing in the afterglow of each other, her fingers stroking his back as he nestled his head between her neck and shoulder. Their breathing had become shallow and laboured, but neither cared nor wanted to move.
Grissom lifted himself up on his elbows and leaned down to kiss her glistening cheek. He ached to tell her everything, and suddenly the words he had longed to tell her on so many occasions didn't seem so frightening any more. Kissing her lips soundly, he pulled back slightly to gaze down into her eyes. "I love you."
For a second Sara was stunned, then, sudden awareness followed to flood her eyes with tears of emotion. Lifting a hand to his face, she stroked his cheek softly as a tear escaped her eyes. "I love you," she whispered hoarsely, "So much."
Grissom's heart swelled with love as he leant down to kiss away her tears. "Don't cry anymore sweetheart," he whispered. Bathing her in sweet kisses. "Don't cry."
Lifting her arms, she pulled him back down to her. She found his lips, kissing him with more passion than she had ever unleashed on him before. She felt him respond to her touch and lifted her leg to roll him onto his back so that she straddled his thighs. When she moved over him, he surrendered to her, sinking back into the pillows. All thoughts scattering as she claimed his body as her once again, and he willingly complied, allowing her to consume him into eternity once more.
TBC
