A/N: Since I haven't thanked her in the previous two chapters, I would like to thank Ghibli again now for her wonderful beta services. You are the best! Of course any remaining erros are mine. Thanks for reading.

Three days later he had worked up the nerve to ask her to breakfast at the diner. While they had eaten there on occasion after work, they had never done so alone; giving it the feel of a semi-date.

While not a full blown dinner and a movie, it still was alone time together, away from work and out of either of their houses.

Having ordered coffee, he was becoming nervous that she wasn't coming. Sara was never late, and he wasn't sure whether to be more concerned that perhaps she doubted his intentions in asking her or that something may have happened to prevent her from coming.

As he mentally debated which scenario was more likely, he spotted her breezing into the diner.

"Sorry, Grissom. I knew I had some time before you'd be done with your paperwork, so I thought I could catch a swim. I lost track of time."

She plopped into her seat reaching for the sugar for her regular coffee.

"No problem, I'm just glad you're okay. You're never late, for anything."

"Yeah, well swimming relaxes me and before I knew it, my arms were tired. That's when I realized I'd been in too long."

"It relaxes you huh?" A sheepish look crept over his face as he leaned in almost conspiratorially and whispered, "I can't swim."

"Yeah right Grissom."

Sitting back with an almost hurt look on his face, he just stared at her.

Watching his reaction, she realized he was telling the truth.

"Grissom, you grew up by the water right?"

He simply nodded.

"How can you not swim? You can do anything."

Truly perplexed by his admission she neglected to see the ridiculousness in her statement.

"Sara, I can hardly do anything. And quite frankly I'm not sure if I should be flattered or disturbed that you think so."

Realizing a little late that she sounded like a schoolgirl, her face flushed as she tried to move past her idiocy.

"Grissom, how can you not know how to swim? You used to hang out at the beach as a kid."

"I was merely looking for specimens Sara; I never went into the water."

"But, didn't you want to swim?"

"Sure I did, but I was always alone. I figured it wouldn't be safe without somebody with me. If anything happened, nobody would know."

Saddened by his admission, Sara struggled not to feel sorry for the now adult man before her. It proved to be more difficult than she had hoped, as she couldn't shake the image of him as a lonely child.

"It's rather embarrassing, so I would appreciate it if you didn't spread that around."

"I would never say anything."

Silence enveloped them as neither knew what to say after that.

"I have an embarrassing story."

"Quid pro quo?"

A smile claimed her face as she continued.

"Yes, I was in 7th grade health class. You know those cross sectional views of the body?" Seeing him nod she carried on.

"Well, we had a test on sex education, and I got a B. All through high school, that's the only time I ever got a B. Anyway, I aced the test except for the damn sectional view of the woman. They chop the leg off and show you a side view. I still can't look at those pictures and make any sense of them."

"Sara, you're a scientist."

"I know Grissom, I told you it was embarrassing, but..."

"But what? There's more?"

Letting out a big sigh she nearly moaned, "Grissom, I cannot believe I am about to tell you this. I tried my best to hide my B from my Mother, but she found it in my pants pocket when she did the laundry."

"Don't tell me she was upset because you got a B?"

"No. You don't really know my parents. She made me... look, you have to understand that my parents are kind of... different. They're sort of into some odd things."

Not certain he wanted to hear the explanation he coaxed her anyway. "Sara, what did she do?"

"Promise me you will never tell anybody."

"Sara."

"We had a..." Leaning in close, but trying not to look in his eyes she whispered, "we had a 'becoming one with your vagina' lesson."

Seeing the pure mortification on her face, he tried not to laugh. Bringing his hand up he attempted to cover the smirk that was uncontrollably forming, but it was too late. She snaked her arm out and smacked him on his hand.

"Grissom, it is so not funny. I tried to explain to her that I knew the material, but she just kept referring to that damn cross sectional drawing, and telling me I needed to know myself."

Knowing exactly how awful that must have been for her, he reached out, taking her hand in his, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"Your secret's safe with me, Sara." The look between them lasted longer than either expected, and both blushed again as he finally let go of her hand and they enjoyed the rest of their breakfast.

Two nights later they were eating dinner together at her place, again. They had fallen into a routine and were both quite comfortable. No talk, small talk, or in-depth conversations; it didn't matter. Both were content to be in the company of the other.

It happened to be a night in which no talking occurred. Even though there was no verbal communication, plenty was being said between them. Flirtatious looks were exchanged which neither were backing down from anymore. Seemingly accidental touches that neither pulled away from. She could sense his eyes roaming over her form when she wasn't looking. The sexual energy around them was driving her crazy.

The dishes were done in complete silence, standing so near that there was never an instance when their bodies were not touching. They retired to the living room with coffee and were sitting quite close together on the couch. The cups sat untouched on the coffee table in front of them.

They both started to speak at the same time and they shared a grin. At that point they both knew that there was no need for words. They were both about to say the same thing, and they were both thinking the same thing.

Grissom held out a shaky hand to her. Sara laid hers on his and allowed their fingers to intertwine. They both let out a breath that neither knew they were holding; which made them both grin again.

Suddenly holding hands was not enough. They both leaned in for a hug. Sara's hands were immediately drawn to his short curls as Grissom's hands gravitated to the small of her back. They both breathed in the scent of the other.

"Oh God." escaped Sara's mouth.

"I know. You feel wonderful." Grissom pulled her closer to him.

Sara snuggled in as close as their positions would allow. "Oh, it's not enough Griss. I want more. I need more of you."

Grissom pulled back slightly to look in her eyes. He could see love in them. He could also see lust, and he knew he needed more too.

He leaned toward Sara again and they kissed for the first time. Even though he had wanted to take this slowly, he found he wasn't able to help himself. She was intoxicating.

The kiss deepened as their tongues started dancing slowly while hands roamed leisurely over each other. His fingers were fumbling around with the buttons on her shirt, and her fingers were unable to stay away from his curls. He finally got her shirt off only to be impeded by her bra. He thanked the gods that he was able to unhook it on the first try. Throwing her bra to the floor, his hands were immediately occupied with teasing her nipples.

Too caught up in his curls and mouth, Sara realized when she felt cool air on her chest that she was way behind in undressing Grissom. She went to work on his shirt and had a much easier time than he did in removing the garment. She ran her hands up his chest flicking his nipples and feeling pleased with herself when he moaned in response. She wanted to ask him if they could go into her bedroom, but she didn't think either of them would make it in time.

They pulled back a little to look into each other's eyes. Without words, they both stood and completed the task of undressing.

Grissom had an overwhelming desire to watch her face the first time they were together. He wanted to look into her eyes as he entered her, as he thrust into her, as he made her come, and as her orgasm washed over her.

He took the one step needed to be in her arms again and for the first time their bodies were naked and touching from head to toe. Grissom sat down on the couch and pulled Sara on top of him. She straddled him as they faced each other, their lips quickly reuniting. Grissom's left hand reached down to Sara's center feeling that she was more than ready for him.

He smiled as he realized he made her that way. With his thumb Grissom drew circles around her now drenched nub, teasingly trying to avoid the erect tissue.

With her right hand Sara reached down and grabbed him gently. Stroking him a few times as she brought him towards her opening; she leaned forward slightly in order to slowly lower herself on him. They both exhaled deeply as he filled her completely.

Their bodies stilled as they stared into each other's eyes. Not wanting to hurt her, Grissom waited for her to move first. She started slowly, but soon almost ten years of tension and frustration took over for both of them and she was grinding on him with abandon, and he was driving into her with equal force.

Suddenly Sara cried out his name as her body started to tremble and Grissom silently thanked the gods again because he couldn't hold on any longer. Thrusting into her one last time he released everything into her depths. Sara slumped into Grissom and they collapsed sideways onto the couch. Neither wanting to let go of the other, they laid there until sleep took them.

Grissom woke up first with a smile on his face. He had yet to open his eyes, but he felt as if he were in a cocoon of Sara. He could smell her, he could feel her, and he could even still taste her on his lips. He knew without question that this was how he always wanted to wake up. They were still on the couch, spooning. He pulled her closer to him still.

Sara stirred and was immediately reminded of where she was by something hard poking her in the back. A smile crept over her face as she thought of Grissom's erection waking her up, and how she wanted to wake like this every day.

End

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