Chapter 91

Baby

Not a single word was spoken between Gil and Sara after they left her apartment and drove to Gil's house. The silence in the car felt thick, and Gil had so many questions burning on his tongue that he wanted to ask but chose to hold his breath until she was ready to talk.

Gil felt little relief in arriving home back to the familiarity of his house. Greg was long since gone, and the only evidence of his presence was the first aid kit lying on the kitchen counter, and faintest smell of expensive cologne.

Sara sighed, and slipped her jacket off, hanging it up on the hooks near the front door. She made her way into the living room and glanced around absently as if she'd never been to the house before. Gil watched her for a few moments, wondering if it was worth breaking the silence.

She isn't in the mood to talk, he decided in the end. He glanced at a clock in the kitchen finding they would barely have three hours sleep before needing to get ready for work. Deciding that little sleep was better than no sleep at all, he headed towards the bedroom, knowing Sara would eventually follow.

I can't believe she's still drinking. After everything we talked about, he despaired as he opened the dresser in his room, took out a clean t-shirt and placed it on the pillow of what had now become Sara's side of the bed. The bed covers were twisted and thrown to the floor after the short period of love making from earlier that afternoon.

Gil made a lousy attempt at fixing the covers, feeling too drained to put in any effort. After making sure the alarm was on, he stripped himself completely naked – the only way he was comfortable sleeping - and slid under the covers with an unhappy sigh. He heard Sara enter the room moments later, but did not turn to say anything. His back remained facing her.

He felt a strange coldness towards her he couldn't explain. As much as he loved her, he felt resentful about her drinking again. It seemed better to try and ignore it and not say anything about it for the moment – especially when they needed to sleep rather than talk.

He listened to Sara's shifting around, and then felt the bed slightly buckling under her weight as she climbed in at his side.

They lay in silence, their backs turned to each for some time, neither one being able to fall asleep. Gil felt the exhaustion tugging at his limbs but his mind was fully alert, and full of questions and concern.

It was strange, going to bed and not being quite on talking terms at the moment. It was strange, they hadn't fought with each other and yet, they could neither find a word to say to each other.

After a while, he heard Sara sigh, and felt the bed shifting as she rolled over onto her side, he felt her breath very slightly against his neck.

"Gil, you awake?" Sara asked softly.

Gil said nothing, he remained still with his eyes closed. He wanted desperately to say 'yes' and 'okay, lets talk', but he kept quiet. There was too much emotion close to the surface right now he was afraid of unleashing. He wasn't sure if his disappointment in her drinking again would turn into anger, and he didn't want to take that risk.

A moment later, he felt her slide closer, her bare legs touching his, her arm sliding over his side. Her lips grazed his neck briefly, he felt her body curl firmly against his naked back, "I know you're not asleep, Gil," she sighed.

No you don't, he thought.

"You snore when you're asleep."

He found it in himself to mumble tiredly, "lies. All lies."

Sara sighed, "I can't sleep with you mad at me like this."

Gil sighed now, "Sara…we have two and a half hours before we have to get up for work."

"So?"

"This can wait. I'm not mad."

No. I'm disappointed, but not mad, he thought unhappily.

Sara fell silent, and after a while, her soft breathing against his neck became regular, and he finally decided she was asleep.

Sleep did not come for Gil however. No matter how hard he tried to clear his mind and only focus on sleeping, his mind remained full of thoughts that kept him awake. After an hour, he realized he was never going to get any sleep today, and so he pulled himself out of bed – slowly, making sure not to wake Sara.

He staggered exhaustedly into the bedroom, turning on the shower, giving the water time to heat up before stepping into the stall. The warm water did very little to wake him up, but he was in no mood for a cold shower. He sighed, leaning against the tiled wall of the shower stall in his bathroom and he sighed softly.

This shift will be hellish. Driving to work on no sleep is bad, but working in a busy crime lab is even worse. I'm not in my thirties anymore, I can't easily work through cases on no sleep the way I used to.

"Gil?"

He heard Sara's voice echo softly in the bathroom, and he could see the silhouette of her through the frosted glass shower screen.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" she asked softly.

Why wouldn't I be? I just found out the woman I love is drinking despite making various promises to me that she'd stop. God, I know it's NOT as simple as I want it to be, but I can't help but feel cheated nonetheless. She's cheating on me with a bottle.

"Yeah," he ran his fingers absently through his soaked hair. He knew he'd given his feelings away by the emotion in his voice. He heard Sara put the toilet lid down, and saw her silhouette sit down. He watched her through the frosted glass feeling the strange aches of love in his heart.

"Do you want to talk?"

"Eventually," he answered. Not now though. Pain is too close to the surface, and I don't want to blow up at her.

A long silence followed, Gil ducked his head under the showerhead and felt some comfort in the water pouring down his face and neck. After a moment, he felt her hands against his bare back, and realized she'd climbed into the shower beside him. He didn't turn to look at her, he remained still.

Sara wrapped her arms around him, her hands pressed on his stomach. She rested her cheek against his left shoulder blade. "I love you so much," she said softly to him, she applied a soft kiss on his shoulder.

Gil swallowed back the emotion from hearing her say this. He wanted to say he loved her too, but the words wouldn't seem to come.

He silently sighed and grazed his fingers across her hands. He couldn't' say anything, he feared saying anything. He closed his eyes, her kisses trailed across his shoulder and up the back of his neck. Gil craned his neck instinctively, for the moment letting her do what she wished while he tried to think of how he was going to get through the next eleven hours.

Her right hand slid down his stomach and past to intimately touch him and he let out a soft breath, his body already betraying him, blood rushing to his middle at her soft caress.

Don't let her do this again. This is how she changes the subject, this is how she gets me to forget I'm mad or upset with her…

Despite what his thoughts were trying to tell him, he couldn't pull away. Some part of him didn't want to either, admittedly. He hardened with every soft caress she applied to him until he could finally take no more of her gentle touch. He turned and twisted her around so that she was under the water, he kissed her deeply, almost violently hard, pushing her back so that she was pinned between him and the tiled wall. Sara complied with him and what he wanted from her, she pinned her leg up on his hip.

Gil felt her arms wrap around his neck, felt her hand in his wet hair. He braced one hand on the wall, and used his free hand to caress the tender area between her legs. Her tongue danced crazily with his until they both broke the kiss to catch their breath.

He took a moment to admire the water pouring down between her breasts before he moved his kisses down there, trailing his tongue along to each nipple in turn. Her body quivered in response as his tongue flicked against the hardened nubs, and she made a soft whimpering noise that told him she wanted more.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized he'd have to stop soon for fear of being late for work. I don't care. I don't really don't give a damn anymore, he thought in dismay at himself.

He worked his fingers gently against her, feeling her squirm and rock against his hand, hearing her sigh and moan in that soft honey-coated way she did that always brought him a little closer to the edge of losing all control.

Gil moved up to kiss her mouth again, harder than before. He took hold of himself and guided himself to her, felt her tense as he penetrated, and then felt her relax around him, her moans were stifled by his mouth.

He moved up against her with a frenzied passion. He made love to her harder than he was sure he ever had, a strange anger overtaking his body as he thrust harder, listened to her cries and moans and the sound of water hitting the tiles at their feet.

"Harder…fuck me harder," she whispered in a delicious tone near his ear, and he nearly lost all control. He had to stop momentarily to pull himself together. Once he had himself in check, he started over, he pinned both her hands against the wall in the way that she liked. She looked spectacular pinned there, tendrils of wet hair tickling her shoulders, water pouring down her breasts.

"Harder…" she pleaded, he could tell by the way her body was trembling that she was so very close.

Gil twined his fingers with hers, keeping her hands secure against the wall, rocking his hips faster, harder at her command. "God, Sara," he groaned, he kissed jaw, "I love you…so…so much…"

"I love you too, baby," she sighed happily.

Baby? He wondered, stopping momentarily to look at her. That's the second time she's called me that…

"Don't stop…" she gasped, squeezing his fingers with hers even harder than before, she bucked her hips towards his in protest.

"Sorry…" he murmured breathlessly, then after a moment added, "…Baby."

It took less than two minutes to bring her over the edge, he felt her shudder around him, and he thrust into her hard as her pleasure drove him to his. They remained against each other breathless, and spent.

Sex back by popular demand. Does this keep the people who've requested shower sex scenes happy? I've had quite a few PMs, IMs, Emails and Reviews requesting. This should keep you happy hopefully, lol.

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Ash