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Note: Don't shoot me for bad English or grammar. I'm Danish and I have not had this beta'ed.


Sleeping Sara

Gil Grissom stopped dead in his tracks, as he was about to enter the break room. His gaze had locked onto the sleeping form of one Sara Sidle. Sprawled on the couch, on her back, with one arm slung over her head, and the other rested over her stomach. Fingers spread. She was fast a sleep, after once again, pulling a double shift. A sigh escaped his throat just by the mere sight of her.

'She is so beautiful,' he thought as he watched her relaxed face, of which were now free from her brown hair. It had after a downpour at a crime scene, transformed itself into a heap of the natural curls, she tried to straighten out, after it had dried. 'Now this is the Sara I met, and know, from all these years ago. Looking all young, carefree, relaxed and with no traces, of the entire burden, cases always brings to her face. And with no chance of her, getting in my face about a case, I have had to pull her out off,' he thought as he watched her sleep. 'Now Sara, why can't you be like that all the time?'

His gaze then took its journey, to travel down the entire length of her, but first his eyes stopped by the pale skin, that adorned her chest over her cleavage. She have always had a habit of wearing these low cut tops, which clung to her body, and sometimes you could see just a hint of slopes from her breasts, and the dark shadow, which appeared down between her breasts, whenever she was bending over. Right now she was wearing a tank top, which left her pale arms and shoulders bare. He could detect faint visible hint from her nipples, through the thin cotton/nylon material, that her tank top was made of. He got the familiar feeling in his groin that this sight of her always brought to him. He then quickly averted his eyes and resumed his trip down her body.

The next thing his eyes now fell on was her abdomen. The tank top had been separated from her low rider jeans, so a generous amount of pale milky belly skin was visible. The hem of the top had stopped just shy of her belly button. He had seen this sight, of belly skin, numerous of times before, as she was reaching for something. But never as she slept, and he now had to fight this incredible urge, he suddenly got, then and there, to just walk over to her, crutch down by her side, trace the skin around her belly button, as he would then bend over, to place a feather light kiss, just there in that said belly button of hers. Then he would brush her brown silky hair away from her face, before he would trace her cheeks, ending with him brushing his thumb over her beautiful lips, before finally replacing said thumb with his lips.

'My God Sara, I love you so much. So much it really hurts sometimes. I just wish I could tell you, but I can't.' He thought sadly from the doorway after giving her sleeping form a last secret loving glance, he turned on his heel to slip safely into his office, with images of a beautiful, sleeping Sara Sidle flying in his mind, like a butterfly in the morning light.


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