CHAPTER 5

Scully's A/N: Way to go Holly, leave the sex scene up to the girl who freakin' got censured for a week. :::waves hands::: I'm over here!!! I'm rating this chapter R! Please don't get anal and take it down!!! Please!?!?!

Anyway, I'm in such a bad mood. I might have to take a poly-sci class with Professor Dushku, you might recognize the name because she's the mom of Eliza Dushku the actress. Anyway, she's a bitch and I really don't want to take her class. Also found out Eliza was gonna go to Suffolk, then got the part of Faith in Buffy. Well… you wouldn't wanna come here anyway. Urgh. Also, forgot how wonderful 'Bringing Down The Horse' by The Wallflowers is. It's fantastic. And you should all go check out Averi, they kick ass (and went to Suffolk too!)

Believe me, you needed to know all of that.

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They arrived back to her house in record time, both of them having spent the ride in companionable silence.

Upon reaching her apartment and having exited the vehicle, Grissom found the small of her back with his hand and guided them up her stairs and into her apartment.

She laughed at him as he loosened his tie and rid himself of the restricting blazer he had adorned. "What?" He asked breathlessly, falling to the couch in a blatant display of exhaustion.

"You. It's just amusing. You… being, well… romantic. Overbearingly so. It's amusing." He looked at her, slightly hurt, slightly surprised. "Not that I don't enjoy it thoroughly," She carried on, sending him a demure look over her shoulder. "It'll just, take some getting used to. I'm not used to being treated…" She searched for the words that she wanted "So preciously." Sara finished while searching through her cupboards for coffee.

Grissom sat back and closed his eyes. "Overbearing, I know, I'm just unsure of how to express myself to you… fully. It's understood that roses aren't the most creative of symbols, but that's just it. It's what it symbolizes. The context of it all Sara." He peeked open her eyes to look at her.

She smiled at him from the kitchen while retrieving two mugs. "You could always, you know, tell me. You've never been good at voicing things Griss, in case you didn't know." She commented sarcastically, disappearing from his line of vision to slip off her sandals.

"Oh dear, Ms. Sidle, I'm quite aware of that, but my words do impose certain things, and I'd hate for you to interpret them incorrectly." He mused.

Staring him down she spoke. "If you're afraid I'll interpret them incorrectly, then why are you here Griss?" Her voice was tinged with bitterness, but only a hint of it. To say the least she was truly curious why he couldn't simply state what was on his mind, why he had to hide behind wit and quotations.

Grissom sat up, his hands to his lips, resting on his knees. "I'm here, Sara, so I can show you how deeply I feel for you… with my body." He stated frankly, knocking the wind from her.

"Oh." She said and turned her attention back to the coffee, which was sitting the pot, steaming.

As she poured, Grissom got off of the couch and walked quietly up behind her. She sensed him behind her but refused to turn around. Her cheeks were burning and she was sure she would-

His lips landed at the hollow between her neck and shoulder when they kissed lightly.

"Ungh." Sara groaned out, barely unintelligible. The coffee pot slipped from her hand and clattered onto the counter, barely staying upright. Allowing her head to roll back onto Grissom's shoulder, she gave him a new exquisite spanse of neck to feast on.

Strong hands slid down her hips, smoothing her dress over the contours of her body slickly. 'Not fair, not fair, not fair!' her mind screamed at her. Her body responded in kind 'But so, so, so good, so, so, so much more erotic than you ever thought, isn't it?'

If Sara was asked, she would never admit to him that she didn't think he was capable of making her body go limp. Surely, she knew that he could make her frenzied with want, absolute with need, but to completely surrender to his will? Sara never thought that would happen.

And to think, just a little press of lips to ski-

Grissom's mouth detoured south as he explored the naked expanse of her back that peeked out above the yellow and brown fabric.

And romancing her back. No man before had even bothered to consider the skin there erogenous. So many wonderful surprises. His nimble fingers, and they were nimble, worked over the taught muscles of her shoulders and Sara was sure that she would never be able to lift her head again.

Groaning at his ministrations, she bent forward to brace herself on the kitchen counter, cool formica shocking her heated skin. She gasped and he chuckled, having seen her movement. Quickly, Grissom took the opportunity to move himself in front of her, as he was sure that she was quite unable to move.

Lifting her chin with a hand he looked to her eyes quickly and then claimed her lips, in a kiss that was more than searing more than deep. While her lips were captivated into dancing with his, his deft fingers once again set to work on her body, skimming over the back of her neck. They paused at the tiny zipper on the back of her dress, easing it down slowly, knowing full well that his teasing was only serving to heighten her arousal.

She laughed to the best of her ability when the fabric got caught in between their bodies.

He chuckled, just a bit, and swept the hair off of her neck as if in a grand gesture. "At the risk of taking this too quickly… I want you in the bedroom and undress in under thirty seconds."

She stepped back, allowing the dress to fall from her body. "That a command."

"'S'an order." He growled out, scanning her wonderfully tanned skin clad only in an innocent pair of green lace panties and white cotton strapless bra. "Dress for the occasion?" Grissom asked, taking in her appearancen

Sara nearly laughed. "This… is not dressing for the occasion. This," She indicated her body with sweeping hand motions. "Is not sexy, it's simple."

Grissom's eyes darkened and he moved forward once more, taking her in his arms. "Ah, but that's what makes it sexy. Who needs to overdress if it's just coming off?" He nipped her ear. "Besides, you'd look exquisite in anything." He bit her neck. "And before you comment on my "waxing poetic", I mean that completely. Exquisite Sara."

Sara bit her lips for a moment touched by his words. She then waggled her eyebrows and dashed down her hall, followed by Grissom, stalking after her.

It seemed that as soon as she stepped into her bedroom, she lost her nerve. Suddenly feeling incredibly naked and inappropriate, she paused, and he walked straight up behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso.

Sara's cheeks burned furiously, she was completely unsure.

Grissom allowed his chin to fall to his shoulder. He inhaled her scent as she felt a familiar lump well up in her throat.

"I'm not going to push you Sara, even though you've been pushing me for god knows how long," He shifted his hips in an attempt to convey that he said it in jest, she understood. "But you have to know I love you. Deeper than that though, and just, well, to say, I mean for me to say, to express to you… if I could spend the rest of my life with you not having sex, I'd still be happy."

Sara laughed and eased up a bit. "But honey, what you'd do to me if you were ever to be underneath me…" He growled into her ear, voice dripping with honey and promise.

"Kiss me." Sara urged him, knowing that at that point, she was completely helpless to make a move.

Spinning her around in his arms, he did as he was told, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling and sucking. Her lips twitched a bit and he moved to kiss her properly, slowly dragging his tongue along hers.

Minutes later, his hands over the cotton and metal at her back, he looked into her eyes, silently asking her permission. Sara smiled slightly, placing her hands over his, drawing them up around her back to rid her of the material. Her panties followed suit quickly until she was bare before him.

Moments later, after demure touches and hesitant kisses, she had rid him of his clothing as well, and they laid together beneath her cool sheets, as if unsure of what to do next.

Grissom, who was looking at her tenderly, brought a hesitant hand up to stroke her hair. Her face moved into his touch and he took that as a cue to roll over and kiss her. "Sara Sidle, radiant little goddess in bed. What a queen you would be in mine."

And then, with a gasp she was around him, and he was over her, loving her body with his in a way that she was completely sure she had never experienced.

Later, in the early hours of the morning, hours which her body was accustomed to experiencing the lab, she was wrapped tightly in the arms of her boss feeling sated.

If she had thought that she couldn't move her head before… her body was now paralyzed, though oddly… responsive. Her thighs were sore in an excruciating manner, and her neck was marred, but not in a bad way.

Somehow, she managed to stretch while still in the warmth of his arms. He smiled into her neck, his beard nickling her over-sensitive skin until she giggled, wiggled, and flipped around in his arms.

"Love you?" She whispered, more of a question than a statement, as if she was asking if it was alright to say it then, afterward.

"Gee, I don't know, do you?" He asked, feigning that he was perplexed until she laid a hand over his heart, her eyes glittering with tears she did not wish to spill.

"Love you." She stated.

'Denied myself this wonderful untold pleasure too long. How long waiting on, waiting for, waiting too.' He shifted, securing his arm around her. "Sara Sidle, are you getting… romantic on me?" He asked and she smacked him in the arm, grinning.

As she was moving in for another hit, he grabbed her arm and uncurled her palm with his hand, placing it on his heart. "Feel it, tell me if I love you."