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AN: Again, thanks for all the great reviews! I meant to update sooner but I haven't been feeling well. This chapter, as promised, is a bit steamy, if I offend anyone I apologize. Also, I hope I haven't broken the rating barrier. I tried to be careful. If anyone things I need to up the rating please let me know. I have at least one more chapter, maybe two, after this one.

Warrick Brown was concentrating on the game just about as much as Nick was. "Sara and Sanders? I never would have thought." Warrick said to himself. "But this is Vegas after all, anything can happen here." Warrick had never seen anything to prove that Greg and Sara were dating, but he wasn't a CSI for nothing. He had noticed the small touches, how close they stood to one another, the flirting. Sure, Greg had always flirted with Sara but it had been different for the past few months. Plus, Sara was a lot nicer person to be around. Warrick chuckled inwardly. "Now if I could only work up the nerve myself, I believe I could make Cath a very happy woman."

Greg and Sara had made it back to her apartment in record time. Now that they were there, though, they were both a little nervous. As much as Greg wanted Sara, he also wanted their first time together to be special. He took her hand as they were walking up the stairs to her door.

"Sara?" he said, gently.

She stopped and turned to look at him. "Yes?"

He cleared his throat nervously. "I, uh, well. I just want you to know that if you aren't ready for this then that's ok, we can wait."

Sara's heart stopped. "Are you saying that you don't want to?" she said, a little tremor in her voice. She dropped her eyes so he wouldn't see the tears brimming in them.

Greg heard her voice break, and it broke his heart. "Sara, look at me. I want this more than anything, but I don't want you to feel as though I've pushed you. I've waited my whole life for this dream to come true, and I don't want to wake up now."

Sara blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. "Greg, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be with you, as much as you want to be with me. Now let's get inside before the neighbors start to talk."

She unlocked the door and they both stepped into the living room. Sara kicked her shoes off and headed towards the kitchen. "Do you want anything?"

"Just you." He called after her, laughing. "And maybe a glass of water."

Greg could hear water running in the kitchen. He shrugged off his suit jacket, and tossed it on the back of the couch. Sara came back out into the living room at that moment, carrying a glass of juice for herself, and Greg's water.

"Just make yourself at home there Sanders." She laughed.

"Don't mind if I do." He said, plopping down on the couch. Sara handed him his water and sat down beside him. They sat there for a few moments, both just enjoying the feeling of being with the other.

Greg finished his water about the same time Sara finished her juice. He took her glass and set both of them down on the coffee table. He looked at her, and couldn't hide the desire in his eyes. Sara flushed a little, feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. He scooted closer to her and took her in his arms. Greg bent down and gently kissed her lips. Sara could feel the electricity pass between them with that simple touch. Greg felt it too, and deepened the kiss. Sara parted her lips slightly, and as his tongue flicked across her bottom lip she let out a slight whimper. She couldn't imagine what the rest of the night was going to be like if just his lips could make her feel this way. She smiled and Greg broke the kiss.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said. "Just thinking about you."

"Well if you just want to think about me, then I can leave you to your thoughts." Greg said with a smile.

Sara grinned. "No, I think having the real thing here is even better."

"Good."

Greg leaned back in and resumed where he had left off, kissing her more passionately this time. One hand was tangled in her hair while the other was tracing patterns on her back. He felt her arms go around him, pulling him closer to her. They remained that way for several minutes, tasting and touching each other. This time, Sara was the one to pull back.

Greg looked at her questioningly. She smiled, put one finger to his lips, and motioned for him to follow her to the bedroom. Once there, she proceeded to light several candles she had placed around the room, and turned off the lights. Greg could not believe how beautiful she looked in the soft candle light. This was a side of Sara Sidle he had never seen before, but could get very used to.

Sara, still not having said a word, offered him her hand, and led him across the room to her bed. She put her hands on his chest and slowly pushed him back until he was sitting on the bed. He took her hands, kissed the palms of them, and began to pull her down with him, but she stepped back and just smiled. Her heart racing, she reached behind her back and slowly undid the zipper to her dress. A simple shrug of her shoulders, and the dress was on the floor. Greg sucked in a breath, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her standing there. She wore a simple black lace bra and panty set, but to Greg she was a goddess. She looked so vulnerable, so afraid of yet another disappointment in love, that it completely took Greg's breath away. He stood, scooped her up in his arms, and gently laid her down on the bed. He lay down next to her, and she rolled over on her side to face him.

Greg cupped Sara's face in his hands and whispered "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Sara. I am the luckiest man in the world."

Sara smiled. She nudged him until he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed. She crawled over and straddled him, then bent down to kiss him again. His mouth opened, and their tongues swirled together. Sara untied his tie, then slung it somewhere across the way. As the room heated up, both of their touches got more frantic. Sara popped three buttons on Greg's shirt as she tried to unbutton it. Eventually she just tore it open, buttons flying everywhere. Greg's hands, which had been caressing her sides, grabbed her hips as he involuntarily thrust up against her. Sara's eyes grew wide as she felt how aroused he was, and she began kissing her way down his neck to his chest. His shirt now lay open and she could see the muscles in his chest moving as his tried to regain some sense of composure. It was taking everything Greg had not to rip the rest of his clothes off, pin her down, and take her. She continued kissing her way down his chest, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants at the same time. Her hand brushed against him as she lowered the zipper, and Greg could take no more. In what seemed like one movement, he sat up, grabbed her, and pushed her down onto the bed. His pants and boxers started to come off, and with a growl he tore them the rest of the way off and slung them on the floor.

Crawling up the bed towards her, he grinned. "I believe someone is overdressed for the occasion."

"Well then why don't you do something about it."

"Oh I will, don't worry."

Greg took her hands, intertwined her fingers with his, and pinned her down to the bed. He began planting soft kisses on her face, working his way down her neck. She arched up against him, grinding her hips agonizingly into him. He groaned, and let go of her hands. He cupped her breasts, kissing the skin just above her bra as he undid the clasp. She moaned softly as he began kneading her flesh gently. She moaned again, louder this time, as he took her into his mouth, lightly flicking his tongue. He repeated this motion several times until she was writhing beneath him, panting. Greg brought his hands to her sides and softly kissed the rest of the way down her body, pulling off her panties along the way. He took a moment to gaze at her naked form in the candle light. He had to have her, now.

"Sara?" He was going to tell her that next time they would take things a little slower, but she didn't give him the chance.

"Greg, no more talking. Please, make love to me. I can't take it anymore." Sara said, breathlessly.

Greg spread her knees with his hands and lay down between her legs. He propped himself up with both arms, staring down at her with love. He could see the love reflected in her eyes as well. They continued to gaze into each other's eyes as Greg slid into her. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life. As he pushed all the way in, Sara pulled him down so his weight was completely on top of her. Greg began nibbling her earlobe as he slowly began making love to her. He could feel her fingernails scratching up and down his back.

Sara couldn't believe that the moment was finally here, she was finally taking that step with Greg. She felt as though her heart was going to burst with emotion. She loved Greg with every part of her being, and she was so glad they had waited to take this step. She wasn't a sleep around on the first date kind of girl by any means, but usually her relationships moved faster than this one had. That's probably why they didn't last. She ran her fingernails down his spine as he began speeding his pace a bit. She could feel the heat starting to spread through her body, and she knew that this was going to be a doozy. Sara began moving her hips to match him, faster and faster. Soon he was moaning her name into her ear, telling her he was about to burst. Suddenly, Sara dug her fingers into his back, screaming his name over and over as she had the climax of her life. That pushed Greg over the edge as well, and after a few more thrusts he exploded inside her.

They both lay there for a few moments, neither of them had the strength to move. Greg thought he could stay that way for the rest of his life, except he would eventually cut off Sara's air supply. After a minute or two, he was able to roll off her, and lay back down next to her, watching her. She still had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Greg, that was... there are no words for how I feel right now." She said, smiling.

He kissed her very gently on the lips. "I agree."

Sara got up, and blew out all the candles, while Greg turned the covers down on the bed. They slid under the blankets, and Greg wrapped his arms around Sara as she laid her head on his chest. They fell asleep that way a few minutes later, both of them dreaming about what was to come next.