When they entered the foyer the receptionist looked up from her desk and smiled slightly. Nodding her head in acknowledgement, she tried to ignore the fact that the two people who had just entered the hotel were emitting an erotic charge that glowed directly from their eyes. Turning away from them, she looked back down to the papers on her desk so they wouldn't see the embarrassed flush creeping up over her face.
Pulling on Sara's hand, Grissom took her through the double doors that led to his hotel room, all the while fighting off the reactions of his body to her presence. Sara Sidle was causing havoc with his sanity, her touches igniting him in ways that no other woman ever had.
When they came to a stop outside his door, he pulled his key from his jacket pocket and slid it into the lock. Grissom's eyes held hers possessively, his endearing gaze soaring through to every part of her body causing her to gasp in a shaky breath. The door clicked open and he quickly ushered her inside as if this encounter was something under scrutiny from outside forces.
"What are you doing?" she chuckled softly when she turned to find him looking both ways down the narrow hallway.
Closing his eyes briefly, he suddenly realized how trite his scrutiny must have appeared to her and gave himself a mental shake before he pushed the door closed and locked it. Turning around to face her, he smiled lightly, his shoulders shrugging. "Sorry."
Sara's smile lit her face mirroring his own as she stepped closer to him. Coming closer, she trapped him, pinning him up against the door so she could wrap her arms up around his neck. Leaning towards him, she placed a soft kiss on the underside of his chin before trailing a path of butterfly kisses down his throat, to linger over his Adams apple. The sheer intimacy of this moment caused so many words to simmer inside her mind, but she couldn't think of a single thing to say right now. All she wanted to do was feel him, and hold the love he poured into her. She needed his reassurance that this turning point in their relationship wouldn't dissolve into a far distant memory. Part of her still feared that he would run away once he returned to Las Vegas, and that's what scared her most of all.
Feeling her heated kisses on his skin, Grissom could feel the intensity in every touch she empowered over his body and he felt himself starting to shake slightly. He met her with his own powerful caresses as he slid his hands around her back to hold her closer to him, his own exploring kisses begging to be joined once again with her lips. She could sense him, his desperate need for her aching into her own body and she felt herself surrender to his touch. Lifting her head, she caught his lips with her own, kissing him with something bordering near desperation. Pulling him closer, she groaned into his mouth as he slid his tongue into her depths, causing her whole body to ignite.
Sensing his body's growing need for her, Grissom pushed them away from the door, using his leverage to walk them backwards into the general direction of the single bed in the center of the room. Lips still joined, she willingly walked with him, content to be wrapped in his arms even when they hit the edge of the bed and toppled over onto the soft mattress.
A sudden need exploded within her and she pulled her mouth from his. Reaching up her hands to cradle his face, she held him above her, her eyes memorizing every feature. She watched him as he opened his eyes to gaze down into hers, their shining love a guiding light for the truth she needed to know. Tomorrow he would be gone, and no matter how many times she told herself to embrace the moment and accept the love he offered, she still couldn't keep the underlying sorrow from veiling her heart.
"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, his concern bringing a pool of tears to well inside her eyes. Lifting himself up on one elbow, he covered the hand on her face with his own. For a few breathtaking moments he fought to understand why she was crying, and then it hit him with perfect clarity; tomorrow he would be on a plane bound for Las Vegas and he didn't want to leave.
Sara felt a soft sob escape her throat as she shook her head and lifted herself up so she could meet his lips again. She kissed him with an intensity neither of them had known before, and he willingly sank down into her arms to let her take control of their love making. He felt the desperate need she showered over him with every single touch. Every kiss of her lips brought a new wave of desire to mingle breathlessly with the sorrow they both felt inside.
When Sara hooked his legs, rolling them over so that he was laying flat on the mattress and she loomed above him, he allowed his hands to fall back on the bed, his willing surrender, he hoped, proving to her that she was all he ever wanted, and all he would ever want.
Sara watched his eyes flutter closed as she slid her hands beneath his shirt, her nails raking sensually over his skin. With every sigh that escaped his lips another salty droplet fell down her cheeks. The sheer beauty of their closeness and the impending separation soon to befall them only fuelled her tears.
Grissom understood her emotions because he could feel them too. Lifting his hands to her face, he wiped the tears away with his fingers and gently stroked her lips with his right thumb. Sara leant against his palm, as more tears came to cascade over his fingers. Opening her eyes, she offered him a watery smile and kissed the tip of his thumb before leaning down to hover over his face. "I love you," she whispered shakily, hoping he would understand just how much she meant the words.
Moving his hands that framed her face, he pulled her slowly down so that he could gently kiss her eyes. "I love you," he whispered against her skin, his lips tasting the saltiness of her tears. "I love you so much."
His words opened a floodgate of emotions and she buried herself into his kisses, giving as much as he gave her. Their hands lost themselves in each other, seeking comfort as they silently stripped the clothing barriers away from their bodies. Moving over him, Sara closed her eyes as she took him into her body, the burning love uniting them together in a beautiful union of coupling souls. Tears fell from both of them, this moment speaking volumes in a relationship that had joined them together for over a decade.
Her soft groans coaxed him closer, and soon the sadness that had caused them to weep with abandon gently ebbed away to leave them breathless in the wake of passion.
Sara moaned his name when she came, bringing him over the edge along with her as they sank down into the bed, their arms tightly wrapped around each other. Their bodies slowly disengaging, no longer joined, they laid together in the afterglow soaking up each others love, neither willing to speak of the separation looming in the distance.
Grissom lifted one of his hands to her back, his fingers dancing circling patterns over her silken skin. He wanted to tell her everything that she stirred within him, but no words would ever compare to how she made him feel. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, encircling her sweat sprinkled body with his arms.
Sara buried her face into his neck, her breath coming in raspy waves as she tried to calm her aching heart. They had shared something powerful tonight, something that went far beyond making love. For the first time in her life Sara knew she had experienced the power of real, pure love, something that would stay with her forever.
"What are you thinking?" he asked softly as he angled his head to kiss her hair.
"I'm thinking…I…" she closed her eyes as the burning rose into her throat once again, constricting her voice.
"I know…" he whispered, his arms pulling her closer. "I don't want to go either."
Sara could feel the sadness seeping into her heart but tried as much as she could to bury it. "I'm sorry."
"Don't ever be sorry," he whispered softly, his words soothing the pain with every kiss he showered over her skin.
Lifting up onto her elbows, Sara smiled down into his eyes and knew instantly that she was cherished by a man who had held her heart for an eternity. Moving one of her hands to his cheek, she traced the outline of his beard, tenderly memorizing the feel of him beneath her touch. "I wish…" she started, her pain-drenched words aching a path of sorrow deep down into his soul, but before he could speak, she silenced him with a delicate kiss, the sole possession of his heart hers for the taking.
"I don't know if I can handle you coming to the airport with me tomorrow," he whispered sadly when she released his lips.
"I don't know if I can either," she told him tenderly, her eyes blurring with tears again as she spoke. "Do you know how hard it was for me to leave you three months ago?"
"God honey, I should have begged you to stay, I should have…"
"Shh," she whispered, her tearful smile causing his hand to caress hers. "In three months time, if I get back to Vegas…"
"I do want you back," he told her, finishing her sentence before she could.
"You won't back away and pretend none of this ever happened? Because if you did I don't think I could…"
His movements startled her suddenly and her voice died on her lips when she found herself flat on her back with him looming above her. Leaning down to her lips, he kissed her gently, punctuating his tenderness with a whispered "I love you."
Moving again, he kissed her neck, whispering those same three words that were so small but meant everything. He continued down her body, every kiss emanating another flurry of whispered endearments that left her in no doubt of his growing commitment to her alone. Closing her eyes, she released her fears when he started a journey of kisses down her abdomen and surrendered to him completely, knowing that she would never again be alone.
TBC
