Sara woke to a wonderful feeling. Her whole body was warm and seemed to tingle all over. Large part of that warmth was coming from her back. This was the perfect feeling, waking up to find Gil Grissom draped around her. His arms lay folded over her stomach and his body heat kept her back warm. She looked over at the clock. 9am. Wow they had slept the whole night, as far as she could remember. A gentle pressure on her back indicated that Grissom was now awake.
"Morning" she grinned rolling over so that she now lay facing him.
"Morning" he replied a slight smile playing across his lips. Sara had half expected him to retreat from her but instead he tightened his grip around her body so that she was pulled closer to him, he chest now rest against his and they could feel the rhythm of the other persons breathing.
"Sleep well?" asked Grissom breaking the silence.
"Very" smiled Sara adjusting herself so that her broken arm wasn't digging into Grissom.
"What do you say to breakfast in bed?" he asked.
"How about a shower first, only I might need some help I'm still a bit sore" she smiled sheepishly.
"I'll go set one up," he said getting up and removing his body warmth from Sara. For one minute she wanted to scream at him to get back and hold her but she resisted thinking if she did that he would throw himself out the window. She laughed to herself also getting up and going towards Grissom's bathroom. Sara could hear the water running when she entered.
"Do you like it hot or warm" asked Grissom sticking his arm under while adjusting the temperature
"Hot", replied Sara shutting the door behind her.
"Could you help" he asked once Grissom had dried his arm. Grissom took the bottom of Sara's top and lifted it over her head and round her pot. His breath caught in his throat.
"Bag" said Sara pointing to a plastic bag on the side. Grissom took it and tied it around Sara's pot.
"Erm I kind of need you to undo this" Grissom went round the back of Sara, his breathing quickened as he took hold of the clasp on her bra. Gil just do it he thought. With that he undid it and Sara's black bra fell to the floor. Grissom was reluctant to come round the front and partly wanted to retreat out the door. Sara sensing his unease spoke.
"I should be ok now," she said moving forward and taking hold of the sink to steady herself a pain shot through her side.
"Yes because you look great" Grissom had meant this as sarcastic but somehow he came out with exactly what he was thinking. Cuts and bruises were still visible down her arms and a particularly nasty cut and bruises were what Sara was gripping on her right hand side.
"Here" Grissom stepped forwards and took her weight on her right hand side, for the first time facing her. God she was beautiful, he skin was so soft against his. Grissom decided to politely look away while Sara removed her bottom half then he helped her in the shower and waited over the other side of the room while she showered. It felt like she had been in there forever as Grissom busied himself with wiping the same spot on the sink so he could fight the urge to look at Sara.
BANG a sudden noise and squeal from Sara caused him to abandon his cleaning. Sara had slipped and hit her pot against the wall.
"You ok" he asked running forward and grabbing her without thinking.
"Yes" she smiled looking at him. Grissom was now under the shower his hair wet and flat against his head.
"If you wanted to go in after you should have said" grinned Sara as Grissom blushed red realising what he was doing.
"Here" he helped her out and then wrapped a towel round her.
"I think you need one as well" Grissom looked at his own wet clothes. He removed his shirt allowing Sara to see his chest. Sara unlike Grissom decided not to be polite and turn away but rather stare in ore. "You'll catch cold if you keep them on," said Sara referring to his trousers. Grissom took a towel and wrapped it round his middle before removing his trousers much to Sara's disappointment. They both stood staring at each other before Sara decided tog o for it and lent in and kissed him. The whole bathroom was steamed up and as their lips met a fresh wave of heat seemed to pass over them both. Grissom lifted Sara from the floor as she wrapped her legs round his waist, he carried her to the bedroom his heart beating of the scale his breath catching in his throat but this time it wasn't because something at work it was because they had discarded their towels half way down the corridor.
TBC…. Ok I know this is a very short chapter but I'm having real problems writing romance. I'm going to have some in the next chap so any advice or feedback would be very gratefully received.