Title: Thirty Seconds More
Author: Battus philenor
Disclaimer: Really, if I had anything to do with the show, Grissom and Sara would have been together for about 4 seasons now.
A/N: This is a follow up to Bloodlines, the season 4 finale. It follows immediately and is very small. It kept creeping into my brain, not allowing me to do anything else until I finally wrote it down.
Her head hung as if in shame as she refused to meet his stare. Hair, normally neatly tucked behind one ear, falling, effectively blocking his view of her face. Turning slightly towards her he brought his hand that wasn't already intertwined with hers up to replace that stray lock
Fingers brushed; not accidentally against the smooth skin of her cheek. Not able to get close enough to her, he leaned in nearing her ear now harnessing that lock of hair. Feeling her warmth on his lips without even brushing them against her as he wanted, words escaped his mouth without any thought.
"Sara, I'm going to hold you. I'm here now."
His hot breath whispered against her ear causing those tiniest of hairs there to stand on end. Goose flesh broke out over the rest of her body, nipples puckering, straining against the fabric of her bra.
Grissom's arm passed, as if in slow motion in front of her face, reaching to grip her shoulder. He rested it there momentarily before squeezing that joint and tugging her body towards his, only then letting go of her hand. Enveloping her in his larger frame, she felt a security that until that moment she'd not known was lacking.
Face buried in his broad chest, his arms spanned her back while hands softly caressed her sides. She could feel his heart beating against her cheek as if the rhythm was specifically playing out just for her. Feeling the hair on top of her head flutter in time with every breath he exhaled, drawing her closer.
Relaxing into him she finally let go; four years of emotional repression ceased as her body began to convulse with sobs. Never had a hug stirred such sentiment, nor been an absolute answer to every question ever asked.
Feeling his shirt, damp with her tears, Grissom gave in to his urge for the first time where she was concerned, and strengthened his hold on her. Knowing that for Sara, nothing could be more disconcerting than losing control in front of somebody, especially him.
The amount of trust needed for her to be that emotionally naked, threatened to overwhelm him causing him to become lightheaded in that knowledge.
Wishing only to spare her the shame of others witnessing her release, he hoped she would realize he wasn't backing away as he leaned down placing a kiss on her temple before speaking.
"Sara, we're leaving here now. You're coming home with me."
Realizing she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again, she simply nodded her agreement. Leaning back, she looked at him for the first time; resisting the urge to wipe the wetness from her face.
She was there before him, still, plainly and openly there for his taking. He stood before her linking his fingers with hers; gently tugging until she was standing by his side. Letting go of her hand he brought his quickly around her shoulder, gripping her tightly to him.
Silently vowing that this time he would take what had been in front of him all along. She, who he'd seen every day, through clouded eyes, missing the depth of her. He now knew what to do, and he wasn't going to let her go.
End
Battus philenor