Thanks Radish for looking this over and not kicking my ass. And thanks to Dana Scully (GRINNNN) for being my first kick ass female.
The morning slipped through her curtains and touched their skin gently, attempting-unsuccessfully-to rouse them from slumber. It seemed to settle back and gaze over them as the sun inched higher in the sky, begging them to wake and yet still, they lay sleeping in her bed.
The orange glow of impending sunset grazed Sara's eyelids and forced them open. She was greeted with the warming sight of Grissom's naked chest, glowing in the light, calling her simply to partake in it. Bending forward, she pressed a small kiss in between his pectorals and lay back against her pillow. It hadn't been enough to rouse him and she was fine with that.
She was content to simply lie beside him and wonder how the hell any of what they'd started would ever work out. The simple thought of the predicament she had allowed herself to fall into spurred the sweat to break out at her temples, caused her mouth to go nearly completely dry.
They needed to talk, really talk; it was essential that they clear the air and get everything off of their respective chests. But there was time for that later, so much time. They had so much time now. There was so much time that she could afford to look him over for a few more minutes. The way the light deepened the shadows under his eyes, but smoothed the lines of his forehead; the way the dying orange light made his skin look so supple, so kissable, so soft; how she knew the light would look so much more beautiful draped over the both of them, just as he was draped over her...
A train wreck would have been slightly less messy compared to their situation. She never said it was easy; then again, she'd never claimed it would be this hard. As Grissom shifted in the bed, haphazardly tossing his arm over her stomach... she forgot to care about the difficulty. His arm felt so right there, pressing against her skin. Perfect wasn't a word she came by easily, but she found it infiltrating her mind.
Fingers wandered over her soft flesh, probing and experimenting. When they made it to the hollow of her belly button once more, he seemed to fall from his dream and back to reality. The stiffness infiltrated his frame for a moment but quickly dissipated as his eyes adjusted.
The tickling of his whiskers again her shoulder was a lovely precursor to the kiss he placed there. Sara fought an inadvertant wave of lust as his hand began to pace back and forth over her abdomen. A deep kiss was placed on the back of her neck and she had to sharply suck in her breath to keep from unhinging.
"Maybe," she began, in lust with the nuance of the entire situation. "Maybe... we should... eat something." Sara attempted to roll off the bed but Grissom held her back, kissing her spine slowly, wetly. "Griss, you uh, you have to be at work... in, oh never mind, six hours." Sara sank back into the warm sheets and allowed him to kiss her a few more times until she hopped from the bed and asked him into the kitchen.
Grissom put on his boxers and met her out there, taking a seat at her kitchen table.
Her back was to him when she spoke. "How do you want your coffee?" Grissom was studying the patterns of butterflies on her robe, not listening at all to what she was saying.
"...yes," he replied, voice distracted.
"What do you mean 'yes,' I just asked you how you want your coffee..." Sara spun on him, empty pot in one hand, spoon in the other. She caught his eyes downcast, looking at her body. Thrills ran through her and her eyes darkened a fraction of a shade.
Tilting her head to the side, she looked at him for a moment. "Grissom, were you looking at my ass?"
"I, what? No! I was looking at.. the butterflies."
"Oh..." She dropped her flushed face in embarrassment, licking her lips and then capturing the bottom one between her teeth as she spun back to face the counter.
Grissom lavished her with his gaze for a few moments and then slipped from his chair and padded over to her, placing his hands on her hips. Both of their hearts started to beat off at an erratic pace. Grissom had to pause for a moment and moisten his lips before speaking, "Do you want me to, Sara?"
Her smile hidden by the veil of her hair, she flushed a bright red and leaned back into him, just a little bit. "Yes..." Sara breathed out a low whisper, carefully placing the coffee pot down on the counter, the spoon following. Grissom's breath tickled her neck just so and her head lolled to the side, allowing his mouth to graze easily over her neck; his hands snaked down and cupped her ass through the worn terrycloth.
Grissoms's hands snaked around to lock around her stomach, holding her tight against him. "I say, we have our coffee, and... whatever else," he mumbled, his warm breath soothing over her ear, "And go back to bed for a while." Despite herself, and despite the nervousness and apprehension she felt in her veins, she found herself smiling.
"And what would we do there?" she asked coyly, chuckling against him.
Grissom promptly leaned down and kissed her neck, where it met her shoulder. "I want to know you, honey. I need to feel you."
Sara turned slowly in his arms and put her hands on his bare chest, glancing up at him with large eyes. "I uh, just wanted to be sure. I mean, I needed to know if-" Grissom bent and kissed her lips softly, but she broke away. "Were you asleep last night?"
He pulled away and stared down at her with wide eyes. When he didn't answer immediately, she began to mumble. "Just, yeah, you sounded sleepy so I didn't know if you heard me and-"
"I love you, Sara." He halted her words with four of his own, tightening his grip around her slender waist.
A lovely blush crept up to her chest, rising to her cheeks. "Well," she said, patting her hand over his heart. "Then I think you should take me back in there," Sara gestured with her head over her shoulder towards the bedroom. "And show me."