Chapter 4

Grissom and Sara decided that they needed to take things slowly. They started dating.

Grissom stood in his closet looking at shirts. He decided that his clothes were boring, Hell, who was he kidding? He was boring. This was only their second date. He still had no idea what she saw in him and often woke up paralyzed with fear that she would change her mind.

Sara had learned that he was passable dancer and she had insisted that he take her dancing. He was going to kill Heather. Dancing with Heather was one thing but dancing with Sara...dancing with Sara was something completely different. He was terrified of making a fool of himself.

Maybe he should run to the mall. He looked at his watch. There was not time for that. He decided on a shirt.

He looked in the mirror. He had asked Greg about grooming his hair and Greg had advised him to just leave it alone. According to Greg, "the chicks love curls." Greg then told Grissom about a disastrous incident involving Greg, a home permanent and a broken timer when Greg was sixteen.

He'd also asked Warrick about his clothes and his beard. Warrick looked him over, "your clothes suit you man. They are good quality and you look good in them. Why you wanna change your clothes? And your beard looks good too! If you shave your beard their will be some very disappointed ladies in CSI and the PD" He'd given Warrick some non commental answer about turning fifty soon. "Yeah right."

Finally he's asked Nick about working out. "I thought you swam and you already eat pretty good. You always get all the healthy stuff when we go to breakfast."

"I was thinking that I might want to change my routine. I'm not getting any younger."

"I can show you a weight routine if you want but you know she probably likes you just the way you are."

Grissom dropped his head in embarrassment as he walked away. Nick smiled after him glad to see his boss was enjoying life more.

The doorbell rang, Grissom took one last look in the mirror and deep breath and went to greet Sara

"I can't believe that you are serious."

"Come on, just one, please."

"We are not going to practice before we leave."

"I'm rusty."

Sara sighed and walked over to him. "Okay. One practice dance."

Grissom took Sara's delicate hand into his strong one and rested her cheek against his. The first notes of a soft ballad began. They danced for a several seconds in silence enjoying the feel of one another. Grissom inhaled her scent. Was that roses? He didn't even know women wore single note fragrances anymore.

He liked that about Sara. She was simple. No, not simple. She was classic. Women like Sara were timeless. No matter where she landed in time Sara would always be considered elegant and beautiful.

Sara found herself humming softly in his ear. Her lips found their way to the top of his neck and she began to kiss him there lightly. A warm breath escaped from his lips disturbing her hair.

The hand around her waist tightened pressing her body closer to his. He moved his hand up to stroke her back through the light material of her blouse. His lips trailed down the side of her mouth and until his lips were on hers. The kiss was deeper and harder than Grissom would have liked. Sara heads fell backwards and he placed one hand on the side of her face. His other hand stroked her curve of her hips.

"You don't have any panties on again."

"Uh Huh"

Her tongue flicked his ear. Grissom's knees almost buckled.

"Sara what are you trying to do to me."

She stepped away from him almost throwing him off balance. The flimsy material of her short dress swayed around her hips. "I was going to save this for later but..."

She pulled the dress over her head. Underneath she was completely bare. She fixed him with her brown eyes.

Grissom did not move. "Turn around. Slowly. Very slowly."

She turned. His hear hammered in the chest. Sara's skin was creamy and dotted with freckles. As she turned, she continued to watch him over one shoulder. His lips parted slightly as she ran a tongue along about her lower lip.

He's seen her naked once before but this time Grissom was able to appreciate the full impact of her beauty.

She walked to where he was and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Are you sure?"

She undid his pants and guided her hand to his erection. He moaned. She was surprised by the size of him.

He turned around and pressed her back against her wall. He pressed his throbbing member against her soft thatch of hair.

"Sara!" In an instant, he was inside of her moving upward into her. She wrapped her legs around him and he planted both of his hand on either side of her head and pressed them flat against the wall.

Slowly he began to thrust up, he buried his beard into her hair.

Sara gasped and curled her hands into his thick hair.

"Oh Gil. Oh God." Sara felt every exquisite movement of his body into hers. Suddenly he stopped moving. His breath came out is hot rasps. Sara opened her brown eyes and stared into the black depths of his pupils.

"Don't move Sara. Don't move, just feel me inside of you."

He shifted slightly. "Does it feel like you thought it would?."

"Better." She breathed into his ear. "I used to daydream about you inside of me when we were in Boston. I used to think about going into your office and...."

Grissom moved into her again. "What did you daydream?"

He pressed her almost flat against the wall. He moved faster.

"Oh God...I daydreamed that you would just take me right there in your office. That you would...Oh Gil."

She circled her arms around his neck tightly "That you would make me yours."

"Are you mine?" came Grissom's throaty reply.

"Yes" Sara whimpered knowing that she was close to her end. As she began to loose control she felt the essence of him begin to spill inside of her.

He was surprised to hear them both call out in unison.

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Later as they lay in his large bed he stroked the curve of her hip as she looked up at the skylight that opened onto the clear dark sky.

"I'm sorry."

"About what?" she said lazily.

"That I didn't use anything, that our first time was up against a wall. You just make me so crazy that I cannot even think. I loose all reason."

"We should have used something. We are both at fault. But never ever be sorry about when and how we make love. Never. Okay?"

He didn't respond as his tongue flicked across her nipple.