Grissom's word pulled the last vestiges of sleep from Sara's eyes, and she strained to be sure what she thought she had heard was indeed what she had heard. 'Uh," Licking her lips to wet the parched skin, she tried again. "Uh, what?"
In front of her, he sighed. She could feel his chest move up and down-her hand solidly over his heart, the way she'd fallen asleep. "I said, this is not going to work."
Her eyes shot open, fully awake now, trying to interpret what he had just said to her. "I, um, what... what isn't... going to, uh... work?"
He was silent for a moment and she, jumping to emotional conclusions as she was prone to do, bit her lips and feared the worst. Then, however, he flipped over to face her, slinging his arm around her waist, spooning her in the other direction. "Yes, this is much better."
There was a strange feeling pooling in the pit of her stomach which she couldn't quite place. Grissom's lips took up kissing the back of her neck and a low growl emerged from her throat, it sounded like a purr. Then, then she placed the feeling: completion. Completion that you only feel after you, well, have really amazing sex with the person you love.
...crazy, amazing, sweaty, slow sex... with the person you love. The person... you love.
"Holy, with... Grissom, we had sex!" The words poured from her mouth before she really had a chance to process the entire situation. They made Grissom stiffen, his arm tightening around her just a bit.
Sara heard him opened and close his mouth several times; he was searching for what to say. Finally, his lips closed over her ear and she jumped. "I would have referred to it as something a little, different, but, yes Miss Sidle, we certainly did."
She smiled and nestled her head under his chin.
"I'd also like to point out," His voice was husky and made her shiver. His hand, warm and welcome, toyed with the slight dip of her hip, and she shivered again. "That we are still wonderfully naked, which, strangely enough-"
But before he could get out the last of his sentence, she, with a grin the size of Texas, turned over and kissed him hard on the lips. She slipped him gently inside her, they smiled at each other. Grissom grabbed her around the neck and pressed her forehead to his, watching her as she moved above him. Yes, this was bliss. This was what he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life.
Hands on her arms, she watched her love him and found himself breathless with wonder. Sara leaned in and bit his neck gently, smiling against his skin. He felt the smile and laughed, long and low, catching on the tail end of a sigh. This time it was slow and languid and just a little sloppy.
They were in no rush to get anywhere, so they both held off from dragging the other over the edge. A droplet of sweat rolled down her spine and she came gently. He followed not long after, licking his lips, smacking a wet kiss to her neck.
Her face hurt a little; she'd been smiling too much lately. And she was sure she'd be sore later on, she hadn't used those muscles in quite some time.
Grissom gripped the sheet and pulled it up over him. "Kay, I'm going back to bed," he mumbled. Sara smiled and punched him on the shoulder. Staring at his tanned skin, she wanted to touch him again, but held off. Held off... tried to hold off.
She couldn't. With an index finger, she lightly traced patterns over his shoulder. He smiled sleepily into his pillow. She spoke softly, sated. "You know what would be great?"
He leaned over and peeked an eye open at her. "What's that?"
She grinned and slipped from bed. "If that was like, an everyday thing."