Grissom turned off the ignition and looked over at Sara. He wondered if he needed to carry her up the steps. She was so tired from making love all day and working all night.

"Need me to carry you, sweetheart?" Grissom murmured.

"What, you wanna practice carrying me over the threshold, Love? I'm game if your game, but I must warn you if you pick me you have to deal with the consequences"

"And what consequences might those be? "

"Do it and find out. Or are you chicken?" She dared him to pick her up. She wanted him to go all macho on her and lift her up and take her in. She wanted to have him right then and there but decided to bide her time.

Grissom raised an eyebrow at her before undoing his seatbelt and getting out of the car. He walked around to her side, opened the door, and undid her belt before gently picking her up in his arms.

"Why, sir, what strong arms you have?"

"You ain't seen nothing yet." Grissom whispered softly in her ear. He shifted her a little before putting the key into the door lock.

"Is that a promise of things to come?"

"We have all the time in the world, Sara." Grissom promised. He carried her to his bedroom and gently settled her down on the bed. He knelt down to remove her shoes.

"Take a shower with me, Gil."

"You trying to tell me I smell, Beautiful?" Grissom gently teased as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

"No, but I feel like I played in dirt, grime, and blood all night. Humor me. I want to wash you off so I can eat you up."

Grissom grinned before wincing. A shower would feel good, he admitted. All the muscles in his body were aching.

She stood up and slowly began to undress. She knew she was making him squirm but she wanted him to feel the way he always used to make her feel. She stripped off her shirt. Then pants. Her socks joined the trail. She flung her red lacy bra to him and slid out of her panties, and hung them on the bathroom door knob. "Coming?" was all she said.

"Be right there." He gave her a smile.

"You better hurry or I am locking this door on the count of 2...1..1 and a quarter...1 and a half...1 and three quarters."

Grissom got to his feet and followed her, shedding his clothes as he went along. He tossed them outside the door.

"Bout time." She kissed him square on the mouth hard. She didn't let her lips linger. She just wanted him to be sure of where this "shower" was leading."

Grissom gave her a small smile before turning on the water. "That too hot, Sar?"

"Not as hot as we're about to be."

Grissom gently placed Sara under the tap before he followed behind her.

She pulled her hair to the nape of her neck to wet in thoroughly. She licked her lips and pulled him to her. Gripping his ass along the way.

Grissom reached for the facecloth behind Sara. He turned her around, massaging her back with it.

"You've done this before, Grissom? You move like a pro."

"Once or twice. Close your eyes, sweetheart."

"Not what a girl wants to hear."

"For my goddaughter, Sar."

Sara spun to face him, "Your goddaughter? I didn't know you had one."

"I do have one. I thought maybe you'd like to meet her sometime."

"Yeah. I would love to. Who is she?"

"Her name's Alysha. "

"When can I meet her, Griss?"

"Well, her dad is a professor in Boston. We'll have to give him a call and see when classes are over." Grissom slowed his wiping for a moment as he allowed himself to immerse himself in how good Sara's skin felt.

Sara backed Grissom to the wall and assaulted his lips with kisses. Her tongue inched its way into his mouth. She pulled away breathless. "Make love to me. We'll talk about Boston later."

"Not that I'm complaining, Princess, but I thought you were tired." Grissom whispered.

"Never to tired for you, Love."

Grissom smiled softly at Sara before reaching behind her and turning off the taps. He wrapped a large fluffy towel around Sara. He picked her up again and carried her to the bed, immediately covering her with his body.

"Kiss me." she whispered in his ear.

Grissom's kiss started out gentle, but as he began to taste her, it became more possessive.

She liked they way that Grissom took her body as if he belonged to her. Made her squirm with desire. She moaned his name. "Please, Gil, now."

He began nibbling on her neck.

"Don't tease me, Gil Grissom."

She pushed him off of her and onto his back. She straddled him ready to pounce. She kissed his mouth, chest, and went down further. She took him in to her mouth and sucked gently.

Grissom groaned and readily began to move.

"Easy, Cowboy. Just lay back and relax. Let's see how much of this you can handle." she continued to suck and lick his shaft. Grissom moaned Sara's name as he bucked.

Sara couldn't take it any more. She pulled herself up and lowered herself on to him. He slid gently into her. She began to move slowly.

"Grissom, what took us so long to get to this point?"

"I have no idea, sweetheart." Grissom turned Sara over and began moving inside her, needing to get as deep as possible.

"Gr iiiiiii...ssssssss. Harder please harder. Don't stop. Don't ever stop loving me."

Grissom closed his eyes as his movements became possessive. "Mine," he whispered.

"I'll always be yours. Always. As you are mine. You are mine aren't you, Grissom?"

Grissom growled in her ear "From day one, sweetheart." He pulled her hips closer to him.

"Promise me you'll never go away." She was terrified of being alone. She had been alone way to long.

"I'm never leaving you, Sar," Grissom whispered in her ear as he felt her first orgasm go through her. He began to push her just that little bit harder.

"Hold me tighter, Grissom. Make me scream. Oh, Gil...Don't stop"

Grissom growled her name as he pumped harder. Sara clung to him like she was afraid to let go. Afraid that he would be gone if she didn't hold on so tight. "Grissom, almost there."

Grissom murmured in her ear. "It's alright, baby. Let go for me."

"I am." She felt wave after wave of pleasure rip through her body. She rocked her hips back and forth encouraging him to do the same with her.

Grissom groaned again as he felt himself letting go.

"That's right, Gil. I love you."

"I need you so much, Sara." Grissom let go deep inside of her. He rolled Sara over so she was on top of him as he closed his eyes.

"You make me feel so good." she whispered before falling asleep.

Grissom pressed a kiss to her hair and closed his eyes. He got up a few hours later, leaving Sara sleeping soundly. Getting a thought, he walked over to his computer and turned it on.

She woke to an empty bed. The sheets were cool so she knew he had been gone for awhile and it saddened her. Where could he be?

Strains of Chopin floated down the hall to her.

He wasn't gone after all. She smiled happily. Why would he be gone this was his house? She knew she had to work on trusting that he wasn't going anywhere, but it hard because everyone that mattered to her left her.

Grissom was humming.

"Come back to bed." she called from the bedroom

"I'll be right there." Grissom called back.

"Don't take to long. This bed is way to big for little old me." She called to him. "And did I mention lonely too."

Grissom returned carrying a tray of fruit and tea.

"You wonderful man. Sustenance. You always know what to do, huh?"

"No, not always." Grissom set the tray beside Sara, pressing a light kiss to her cheek.

"I know but we are learning together." She fed him fruit from the bowl.

Grissom allowed a small smile as he gently took Sara's fingers in his mouth, along with the grapes.

"Mmmm, Grissom. Don't do that unless you want me to jump you again."

Grissom gathered Sara in his arms, kissing her again.

"No objections, I suppose." She pulled his robe from his body and straddled him. He was willing and ready. She pushed herself on to him and began to move slowly up and down. Slowly at first then faster. She was about to come when the his pager let out its 911 beep.

"No." she screamed.

Grissom soothed Sara as best he could, even though he was mentally cursing whoever was interrupting.

A/N: This chapter ends here but the real drama begins in Chapter 8.…if you wanna see it you know what to do--Jacquie and Sassy