A/N: Last chapter. I know, so sad, but I have a ton of other stuff I'm writing (including a ficcie with GeekLoveFan which will be fabby).

Oh yeah and I LOVE THE JORDAN'S FURNITURE GUYS!!!

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"I'm realizing now just how inappropriate it is for me to be laying here without any pants on."

Grissom shook his head, not quite sure he had heard her correctly. He had all but bared his soul and she was talking about... "What?"

"I have no pants on." The bundle of blankets that was Sara replied, as it was the most normal thing in the world. She smoothed her hair out, licking her lips, looking to him expectantly. For the first time in years, Gil Grissom didn't quite know what to say.

"Alright..." So she was going to pretend that she hadn't heard what he had said. How very childish. Then again, after all her had put her through emotionally, he supposed he didn't blame her. Grissom was just glad that she didn't shoot him down immediately. "I should go."

Gil put his hands on his knees and pushed himself to a standing position.

"And, just to let you know, as much as I hate to admit it, you've had all of me since... since I can't even remember when. It just appears like I don't have much to give." Sara shrugged, neither sad nor self-deprecating, simply telling him the truth.

Feet rooted to the spot, Grissom stood there, staring at her, once again at a loss for what to say to her. He was sure that he should expound on his previous statement, tell her his deepest wished, desire. But he just stood there, mouth slightly agape, staring down at her prone form.

"You can go now if you'd like." Her arms stretched above her head, pulling her muscles into a more comfortable state. Her eyes squeezed closed as she moved over the sheets, twisting her body in a cat-like manner. It captivated him more than it should have.

"Do I have to?" His throat squeezed out, voice full of longing, wanting to reach out and feel her skin as the muscles moved beneath it.

She paused, hands clasped over her head and looked at him, sufficiently surprised. "Not if you don't want to."

"I don't."

Her smile took a few moments to break, but when it did, it morphed into an amazing grin. Suddenly, her hand shot out and drew the comforter back, holding it out for him. She raised an eyebrow to tempt him, yet he stood still, as if weighing his options.

"You're not wearing any pants."

"Sherlock, your skills of deduction are impeccable." Her voice was flat, her eyebrow raised. "Does that bother you Grissom? Or does that threaten you."

"Neither, I'm just reminding you." he said, standing by her bed, waiting.

"Fully aware. Now get in, but take off your shoes first." She warned, waiting for him to do as he was told. He shot her a 'you've gotta be kidding me look' and slipped off his loafers. Every cell in Grissom's brain screamed against him getting any closer to her. But he did, crawling into bed.

She beamed at his as he laid back uncomfortably on her pillows. She perked herself up on one arm to watch him. He stared at the ceiling and twiddled his thumbs. "Relax." She breathed, simply watching him, captivated in her innocence. She stroked her hand over his forehead, watching as his eyes fluttered. "Sleep Griss." Sara whispered, moving down under the covers, snuggling near him, but not on him.

He snapped out of his paralysis long enough to snake an arm around her waist and drop a kiss in her hair. Sara's face sit up and she looked up at him to find him smiling. Sara quickly reached around to unhook her bra and discarded it by throwing it across the room. She settled down into bed and allowed herself to drift to sleep.

Grissom watched her sleep for several moments wondering just why he was doing exactly what he was doing. His lids closed and he too drifted off, comforted by the warm weight in his arms.

He awoke, his neck tingling. He brushed a hand quickly over his beard and shifted around in the bed, coming into contact with another warm body. Grissom startled awake, acquainting himself with his surroundings, reminding himself just where he was.

Something was pressed against his neck and he blinked rapidly in order to acquaint himself with his surroundings. It occurred to him then that there were lips pressed against him, and they began to roam. A groan slipped out from between his teeth, and he made a move to flip over, to stop her, but her hands on his shoulders stilled him.

Her tongue traced the base of his skull, just below his hairline, for a moment, before detouring to suck on the flesh at the side of his neck. "Sara, if you don't stop-"

"Who said anything about stopping?" She mumbled, pulling on his shoulders so that he was laying flat on his back. She smiled down at him as he settled back and stared at her with dark eyes. "Can I kiss you?" She asked him quietly.

He nodded, barely perceptible. Sara smiled and moved in, brushing his lips with hers softly. One of his hands came up to touch the side of her face gently, brushing over the skin there. Her tongue snuck out and tangled with hers fitfully, and he reciprocated with fervor, all the while, screaming at his brain to stop telling him to stop.

Her pantless legs swung over him, their lips still connected, as she straddled him. Grissom sucked in a breath when she settled down on top of him and she took the opportunity to grasp his bottom lip between her teeth and tug. Grissom wanted to growl, but he laughed instead, unable to remember the last time he had felt quite as good.

"Shirt off." Sara ordered, teeth still wrapped around his lip. He chuckled and complied, ridding himself of the hindering fabric. Biting her lip, Sara smiled, moving her palms over the newly-bared skin. Her teeth skimmed over his collarbone, sucking and licking, his breathing speeding up to a point he didn't think was particularly healthy.

"The pants can go to, if you don't mind, so we're even."

Grissom raised his eyebrow and he pulled at her shirt with nimble fingers. She grinned at him, leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Ah, but you forget what I'm not wearing underneath." Licking the shell quickly, she pulled back, finding his eyes incredibly wide... with lust. "So, the pants please good sir."

Pursing his lips, he did as he was told, she leaning off of him until his slacks and socks were somewhere on the floor, along with a pile of her own cotton garments.

Straddling him once more, she flexed her thighs around his, dizzy with happiness and lust. His hands reached up to grab hers and bring her down on him once more so he could capture her lips. Surprised at his sudden action, she smiled against his lips, giving his tongue immediately access to hers.

Hands were everywhere; her back, her hair, her hips, her breasts. Grissom took the opportunity to rid her of her top, throwing it to the end of the bed where it landed forgotten.

His hands slipped over her cheeks and he gazed into her eyes for a moment. "You're stopping for me?"

She nodded.

"How long have you been waiting for me?" He whispered, a soft finger slipping over her cheekbone.

"Hmm, would 'since the day I met you' be too cheeky?" She sighed.

"Yes. It would." He smiled and toyed with her hair a bit, his eyes flitting all over her face, admiring the shadows from the dim light in the bedroom.

"Well then, let's see..." She began loudly, screwing up her face in an exaggerated expression of thinking. "Carry the three... about... seven, no, wait... nine years."

Grissom was startled, that whole time... He had thought surely her feelings had advanced after she had arrived in Las Vegas. He was astonished, and his face showed it, so she laughed. Still, he looked at her, shocked.

"Waited... that whole time. Just for me?"

She smiled softly at him, kissing him slowly and deeply before responding. "For you."

His smile was slow to appear, but it did, and when it became a grin he flipped her over quickly, kissing her deeper and harder that he had yet to. Responding in kind, Sara dove her hands into his hair, unable to let him go.

As his hands skated over her breasts, her hips, and rid her of her panties, she moaned, deeply. "Honey, honey, honey." He whispered, somewhere near her feet. "You're gorgeous."

Despite herself she flushed, laughed throatily, but was cut off when his lips meandered between her legs. Smiling against her flesh when she jumped, he held her gently down, hands on her hips. Taking his time, as he usually did, he made sure to explore every aspect of her.

For a bit, she thought it laborious, she was far past aroused. But it wasn't about her being ready for him, it was about Grissom knowing her body, finding comfort in it. She then realized that until he was comfortable with her body, when he trusted it, he would continue. Consequently Sara surrendered to his lips and tongue and hands.

Some time later, what time she wasn't sure, he pressed himself into her body and once sheathed in her warmth he allowed himself to speak her name for the first time before they had begun. "Ssssara." He ground out, directly into her ear, causing her eyes to flutter closed.

"Next time." Grissom whispered out, halting in his movements. "I need you to look at me this time honey."

And they made love, experimentally, eyes locked on each other so that he knew she was feeling everything he was doing to her. For her.

Minutes, hours, some time later, they laid on the bed, Grissom much in the same position he had taken when he had first laid in her bed. Sara ran her hand over his chest, fully awake. He turned to her, both of their faces blank, expressionless.

But he wove her hand in his and gulped. She smiled a little. He relaxed a little.

They didn't bother to go back to sleep.