This chapter isn't finished yet, but it will be ASAP, just didn't want to leave anyone hanging.
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Chapter 6
She let the words absorb into her mind, her body. These were not words that she would forget easily, but were words that could change her life.
"Grissom, I don't understand what you're trying to say to me. You say you don't want to lose me, but I'm not going anywhere." She slung her legs back onto the floor. She was sitting in her usual confident pose, hands crossed. Aside from red hued eyes and a few stray tears no-one would know Sara was riding an emotional rollercoaster.
"I'm here. I'm here now. I don't want to be anywhere else." She sighed, Grissom had revealed so much to her tonight, she felt she needed to let herself go a little. This was the man she loved. The man she had wanted for so many years, and now he had laid himself on a platter... for her. She had to say something.
"Do you remember when you found out about my relationship with Hank?" He hung his head, the memories of the pain flooded back. Of course he did.
"Yes." He didn't look up, he knew the pain was evident in his eyes. He felt it. She felt burned by his response.
"I never felt pain like that moment. I saw it, for an instant. That hurt in your eyes. I never want to feel like that again Grissom. I don't want to be a reason for you to feel that much pain again. Gerard saw it too. He clued that bitch DA in on it. I'm so sorry Grissom." The tears began to fall again. She cried, softly, her body twitching as she found it difficult to breathe through the tears.
Grissom moved towards her, crept slowly around the table. He needed to comfort her. He sat softly on the seat beside her, copying her sitting position, he leaned in towards her.
He used his whole body to nudge her slightly, a sign of affection, 'like animals' he heard somewhere in his brain.
She sniffled a giggle, then turned towards him, moving backwards slightly, slung one leg over the other trying to act confident, with tears still smudging into her cheek.
He moved slightly, lifted a hand, cupping her soft skin and used his thumb to wipe away a lone tear. He smiled softly, "Chalk" He replied.
Sensing the moment, the heat of his hands and the warmth of his smile, Sara's body burned for an instant. She leaned slowly forward, nothing but lust in her eyes, she lowered them to his lips, her arms motioned towards his neck. She allowed her arms to slide down his back, crossing, bringing him closer.
He didn't move, but his face smouldered for her.
She stopped, an inch away from him, her breast softly pressed against his chest. His breathing was heavy, deep, hungry.
"Grissom..."
Her eyes were heavy, her lips full, she couldn't say anything.
Everything moved so fast, their lips clashed, almost creating sparks, but their movements were sleek and smooth, his hands found her neck, he wanted nothing more than to devour her.
Their tongues met, tasting each other. Her head was practically on his shoulder, they were so close, they looked like Rodin.
He swept his mouth to her neck, her tears tasted salty but sweet.
Her legs buckled beneath him, his hands left trails of fire beneath them, and she wanted nothing more than to touch his skin.
Her breathing was heavy, musky, seductive.
"Grissom," She managed, panting. She needed to know it was him. There were still things to be said. "Grissom, I..."
TBC...