Okay first off: I'm so very flattered by all of your kind words... And to think of, that I hated doing essays in school. I had zero imagination then, but I guess it depends on the subject. You don't choose to write stupidessays, that you'll never ever get tolike. You do choose, however,to write ff's, about things, subjects and nontheless TV series you absolutely love. And most importantly:About 'couples' you absolutely adores. So thank you very much everybody.
Disclaimers: Again see chapter 1.
Sleeping Sara
Chp. 3
Now that he was crutched down beside the sleeping Sara, Grissom suddenly was at loss of, how to approach this wake up call. It suddenly hit him, that his first thought of, the shaking her gently awake, would mean him touching her bare shoulder, and a thing, that he definitively had not done before. Touching her bare shoulder that was. The only bare part of her, he had ever come into contact with, was her hands and her forearms, as he occasionally, had been leading her somewhere. He had never touched a sleeping Sara. A sleeping Sara, who, while he was thinking that, suddenly stirred slightly, still sleeping, then yawned loudly, after which she made herself more comfortable as she uttered some small tiny noises. Grissom couldn't do anything but stare adoringly at her. 'Damn, she was beautiful when she was a sleep.' He thought. 'And those sleepy noises, are so darn endearing beyond belief.'
Shifting again, Sara turned and got onto her stomach, which led him to catch a full view of her slender back. And her jeans clad cute behind, nonetheless, which looked so very good to him and his mind. 'Not going there… Yet.' He reminded himself. Of course he had eyed her rear end, secretly, more times than he even had the count on, but that was for another time, just at this given time. Her arms were now folded under her head, which was still facing him, with more hair down in her eyes now. 'Adorable.' She wiggled her lower body, as if she was trying to get deeper into the couch cushions. That motion caused his eyes to, once again, fly back to her butt. He was for a minute, enthralled by the movement, but then mentally kicked himself, reminding him not to go there again. 'Better get this show on the road.' He sighed. 'I need to get her woken up, and get her out of here, before I get into trouble.' Taking a deep breath, to settle his suddenly jittery nerves, he braced himself. He reached out a trembling hand, and let it connect with one bare upper arm. 'God her skin is so soft.' His mind wandered there, but kicking himself mentally he brought himself back to the most scaring task, he had had in a while, in hand.
"Sara?" He said softly, as not to startle her and shaking her gently in the process. "Sara wake up."
No response came, but the little small noises she had made earlier, escaped her again.
"Sara? Come on wake up!" He called a tad louder and shaking her a little more forcefully.
Now she at least stirred a little, but still not enough. 'She must be really exhausted.' Grissom mused as he watched her. She had now settled down again. 'And I really need to be able to see her face, but with all that hair hanging there, I won't be able to.' Gathering his courage, he reached his other hand over to her head. With carefulness his fingertips, landed in her curls. 'Wow!' His mind was reeling at the feeling. 'Her hair is really this soft silky way, that I have always dreamt that it would be.' He allowed himself to play with some strands for a just a minute. Then he moved his fingers to those in front of her face. Taking extra care, so not to poke her in her eyes, he gently removed said hair, and pushed it away from her face. He allowed himself to melt then and there, as he caught sight of her sleeping face. 'If someone had an angelic face, it indeed was one Sara Sidle.'
"Sara?" He now said in a normal tone of voice. He mustered up all of his courage, to utter something he had only uttered, once in thirteen years. Suddenly much out of breath, he uttered, "Honey… Come on wake up."
Apparently this third time was the charm, because she finally responded to his calls. She opened her beautiful, sleepy chocolate colored eyes and they connected with his blue.
"Griss?" She asked him in a voice hoarse with sleep and a very sexy sleepy voice indeed.
More to come I promise...
Reviews are as always verywelcome.
