Close, too close… I can't think. Please move back just a bit. Oh God I can feel her breast against my chest. Doesn't she notice? I can't breathe. " Ah, Sara…" The words come out as a gasp..
"What is it Grissom?" She stretches a little higher. Her hip presses against his thigh. Her chest presses higher onto his.
"Are you almost done here?" He groans. He wets his lips lightly as he looks at the skin of her throat, a mere inch from his lips. All I 'd have to do was move a little. I could sneak a taste of her skin, feel the smooth warmth against my lips. I could claim it as a accident. I can smell her scent, so soft, so subtle, so Sara. What am I thinking? One taste and I'll never stop. His eyes follow the lines of her collarbone down. He swallows hard. His eyes focus on the v on her t-shirt. I 'd like to trace that… follow it with my lips. A growl escapes from his throat.
"I've just got to lift this one more print off the ceiling." Sara answers him, seemingly absorbed in her work, and unaware of her proximity to him. He looks up to the ceiling trying to recall the job. The reason they are in this closet, standing so close. She is biting he lower her lip as she is working. She opens her mouth to take a breath and his breath catches in his throat.
"Sara, you need to move now." He whispers under his breath. She starts to move back but looses her balance and her body slams against his. His hands grab her waist to steady her. Her hands on his shoulders. Her hips pressed against his. His arousal evident. Their eyes meet. His mouth opens and closes like a fish.
I want to kiss her. I'm going to kiss her. Everything else be damned, I need to kiss her. He inches forward, glancing from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes asking permission. Her eyes burn with a desire that matches his own.
As their lips touch for the first time, they both pull back as if burnt. Their hands gripping each other, keeping each other close. The lean in to meet lips against lips. Slowly feeling the warmth of the first touch. Lips move slowly testing the new territory. When Sara takes a ragged breath he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips in exploring, tasting her for the first time. He shivers as her fingers curl into his curls. She teases his tongue into a daring dance. His hands pull her against his body, try to bring her closer.
The pull apart after several minutes, in search of breath. Their eyes meet.
"Ah…" they both open their mouths to speak at the same time. He gives her a smile, of a quality rarely seen. She beams him a shy smile, that he has deemed his smile, only for him. He raises his eyebrow, with a slight glance at her, asking from the deep blue depth of his eyes for another kiss. Her answer is a smirk as she moves her lips to his. They both start and look down as the feel a buzz, vibrating between there tight embrace. They lower there heads in the knowledge the real world is about to collapse in on them. Sara shyly watches him as he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Grissom."
"Hey Boss, what's up?"
"I've got my hands full at the moment Greg, is this important?"
"Yeah, I'm at a 419 with Warrick, a body covered in your creepy crawlies. Warrick, figured we'd better call you. To be honest I think he is afraid to go anywhere near this body."
"He's right, don't touch it, I'll be right there." He closes his eyes as he closes his phone. "Greg…they've got some insect problems."
"You are the bugman." She smile shyly looking up at him through her eyelashes. She gently touches his cheek and kisses it. Dropping her hands and moving her body away from his, giving him room to leave.
"Sara…"
"Grissom, I understand." She nods. "Just understand, you will never find Greg's body, after this…"
"I'll be your alibi" He winks and leaves.