It was dawn when Sara arrived home. She went into the living room
and saw Greg sleeping on the couch with Erick on his chest. She
smiled wistfully as she gazed upon father and son. They looked so
adorable, she didn't want to wake them.
She placed her keys on the side table and knelt beside her
sleeping guys. She thought about what she would say to Greg about his
recent memories. Nick had told her Greg still agonized over them.
What can I do to banish those memories? Sara thought as she ran
her fingers through his hair.
Greg opened his eyes and gazed at her. She smiled at him as she
felt drawn into his eyes. Her heart beat faster as her body burned
with desire.
"What time is it?" Greg asked, his voice sleepy.
"It's five-thirty in the morning. Are you hungry?"
Greg nodded and she lifted Erick off his chest. She headed into
the baby's room and placed him in the crib. She turned, almost
running into Greg.
"He needed changing last night," he said softly. "He was still
fussy, so I read to him till we both fell asleep."
"What did you read to him?" Sara asked, knowing they didn't have
any children's books. She made a mental note to buy some later today.
"History of Forensics," he answered with a crooked smile.
Sara laughed softly and led him out of the room. She went into the
kitchen and gathered what she needed to fix breakfast. She felt
Greg's eyes upon her and she turned, her breath catching in her
throat.
His eyes were filled with longing and her heart broke. She went to
him and placed a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes and turned
away. She stared at him, her heart sinking.
"What's wrong, Greg?" Sara asked.
Greg sat on the couch and was so quiet, she thought he hadn't
heard her. She stepped toward him and he stared at her, his dark eyes
filled with pain.
"Those memories," she whispered, understanding.
"Yes," Greg said, averting his gaze.
Sara moved to sit beside him, the sting of tears in her eyes. She
wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her.
"What can I do to help you?" She asked as she stroked his hair.
"I don't know," Greg whispered. "I just wish it didn't hurt so
much."
Sara took his face in her hands and stared into his eyes. She had
never seen such pain and sorrow before and it tore at her. She rubbed
her thumbs over his cheeks and she saw his eyes darken. She felt heat
spread along her body and her breath quickened.
"Sara," Greg whispered, his voice husky.
"I want you to focus on now," she said softly. "We're together and
it's all that matters."
"How could I not know how you felt for me? I had feelings for
you, but you…"
"I didn't know what to make of you, Greg. It took some time to
warm up to you. I regret how I treated you."
"I never gave up hope, did I?"
Sara smiled, "No. We became friends and I eventually fell for you."
Greg returned her smile and the heat turned into an inferno. She
kissed him gently, testing the waters. He pulled her closer to him as
he deepened the kiss. She buried her hands in his hair as her tongue
danced with his.
She pushed him down onto the couch, her hands roaming down his
body. He tugged her blouse from her jeans and over her head. He
tossed it on the floor then let his hands wander over her back. He
unfastened her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. He slung
the bra across the room then brought her head down to devour her
mouth. She moaned into the kiss, the fire licking at her insides.
Greg flipped them over and they landed with a thud on the floor.
He looked at her with concern in his eyes. She smiled as she ran her
hands down his arms. She brought his head down to her and deeply
kissed him. She heard him moan and her arousal grew.
Her hands moved down his back and around his waist. He lifted his
body, so she could reach the front of his jeans. She undid his pants
and slipped them down his hips, his briefs followed.
Greg's lips moved to kiss her jaw, her neck. Sara moaned his name
as she frantically unfastened her pants, the fire raging inside her.
She slipped her jeans and underwear off. She turned them over so she
straddled his hips. She pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. She
admired his body, her hands exploring every inch of him. She looked
into his eyes which were black with passion. She took his mouth once
again, her tongue searching out his.
Greg's own arousal burned with him. He felt her nibble his earlobe
then move down to his chest. No memories came to him as his mind
filled with love and desire for Sara. All negative thoughts were
banished.
Later, a sense of peace entered his being as he climbed down from
ecstasy. He kissed the top of Sara's head, reveling in the feel of
her skin against his. Desire sparked anew as he wrapped his arms
around her.
She looked at him and smiled, stroking the fire which built once
again. She touched his cheek and he closed his eyes.
"I love you," she whispered. "Don't ever doubt that."
Greg opened his eyes and saw the love within her. He smiled and
took her mouth with his. He pulled away, breathless. He gazed into
her eyes as he stroked her hair. The memories which had plagued him
for three days were gone. He breathed deeply as he felt a weight
being lifted off him.
"I love you, too," he whispered.
As he kissed her, images flashed before him. He laid in bed with
Sara after making love with her. He had been surprised, yet amazed it
had gotten that far.
"Greg?" Sara's voice broke through the vision.
He blinked and stared at her. The concern in her eyes tugged at
him and he smiled gently.
"A memory," he whispered. "We were like this, but in bed. I was
surprised you wanted to."
"It was our first time together," Sara said as she stroked his
face. "It was last year and I became pregnant."
"You didn't want to tell me," he said softly.
"You know why, but I realized I couldn't live without you."
Greg smiled, "And I can't live without you."
Sara laughed, "I don't think you ever could."
Greg laughed then brought her head down for a deep kiss.
Greg laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sara slept peacefully
beside him, her breathing soft. He looked over at her and his heart
swelled with love for her. He had never felt more at ease than he did
now. The only thing to make it better was if he recalled everything.
I don't need to remember everything, he thought as he ran a finger
along Sara's face. I remember Sara and how we got together. That's
enough for me.
As for being a CSI, he could always retrain. He closed his eyes
and sighed.
It'll probably come back with training, Greg thought as he slowly
drifted off to sleep.
END