Chapter 8

Sara fell forward, slumped against his shoulder. She could barely catch her breath. Grissom clumsily kissed her ear and pulled her pants up around her waist. His fingers massaged the small of her back as his lips returned to her ear.

"I need you," he whispered.

Sara was facing a crisis of conscience. He had told her he was going with her, but there was no way she could let him leave everything he had worked to earn for the great unknown with her. She would have to let him go for his own good.

But Grissom was pulling her hips against him and whispering his need. Sara kissed him hard and opened the car door, grabbing his hand to follow. She was shaking as she pulled her keys from her bag and slid them in the lock. Grissom pressed the front of his body along her back and put his hand on top of hers, turning the key with her. The moment they were safely in the apartment, the whirlwind started again. From behind her, he pulled off her jacket and his own, throwing them on the couch as he steered them to her bedroom.

"After all that time on your couch, I've finally graduated to your bed," he said huskily, the last words spoken for a long while. Grissom was on edge; she could see it. He had brought her to climax in the car, and though he could have easily just flipped her over on the front seat and taken her, he waited until they were in her apartment. The poor guy was horny. Sara made quick work of her clothes and felt her mouth water as he shed his. They fell onto the bed so hard she was sure the mattress would break. But it only groaned in protest as they started to move. Sara concentrated on the sounds they were making. It was pure, Grade A, unadulterated porn. If she hadn't been so busy moaning, she would have giggled at the grunts and growls coming out of the proper Dr. Grissom. Every so often, their eyes would meet and he'd dip his head down to hers for a kiss. It always started out gentle, in direct contrast to what was going on with the lower halves of their bodies, but soon they'd both press harder and tongues would meet, the wet slurping noises only adding to the overall lewdness.

The neighbors would no doubt complain, but she didn't mind. She would be leaving soon anyway.

Sara bit down on his shoulder the moment she began to pulse around him, igniting his climax. Their movements slowed to sloppy jerks and thrusts, the wetness of their bodies easing any friction.

Grissom pulled off of her and held her close, encircling her in his arms. Sara knew she'd have to let him go in the morning, but she couldn't let him sleep without knowing the truth.

"I love you," she said, so quietly she wasn't sure if he heard it.

He climbed back on top of her quickly and Sara froze. Grissom stared at her for a good long minute and then bent his head to kiss her collarbone. He kept moving South until his lips covered her heart. There he stayed, pressing kisses in time with her heartbeat until she fell asleep.

She could still feel the moistness of his mouth on her breastbone when she woke two hours later. He was half on top of her and half on the mattress. Sara carefully extracted herself from their embrace and got out of bed without waking Grissom. She stared at his sleeping form for a moment. He looked incredibly sweet and innocent with his eyes closed and his mouth relaxed. Sara felt a dual pang of longing and guilt. She loved him, but she would have to leave him. After covering him with a sheet, she soundlessly tip-toed to her dresser for something to wear. As she pulled out a thin cotton slip, Sara saw the list she had made the week before. The one thing she accomplished on it was the one thing she thought would never happen: Hear Grissom tell me he loves me.

She had known he loved her. Too many feelings passed between them for one not to be love. But to hear him admit it to her and to himself made Sara's eyes tear up. Before she started sniffling loudly, she pulled on the short slip and walked to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Sara made some tea for herself, making sure to take the kettle off of the stove as soon as it started to whistle. She sat down at her kitchen table in the dark, letting the mug warm her cold hands.

A shadow moved in her line of vision and Sara looked up. Grissom was standing there in his boxers, looking very adorable and disheveled.

She straightened up in her chair. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

He shook his head. "What's wrong?"

"There's some hot water on the stove if you want any tea."

"I'm fine," he said, walking over to her. Grissom touched her shoulder and Sara wanted nothing more than to reach up and hold his hand, but she kept her grip firmly on the mug.

He took his seat across from her. "I'm actually looking forward to moving," Grissom said, smiling.

Sara numbly nodded her head.

"When did you want to leave? Right away?"

"My letter of resignation is saved on my computer," she told him, her eyes on the cooling tea in her hands.

"Do you want to call a realtor in Washington?"

Sara shrugged.

"You don't want me to go with you, do you?'

TBC…