A/N: I'm moving tomorrow and things aren't going very well internet-wise, so I may not be able to update for two weeks or so. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but I guess I can't do anything about it. This next chapter will hopefully leave you fuzzy. I have to warn though: not for the lil' kiddies! I rate it PG-13 because of... Okay so you'll have to find out for yourself, otherwise it's not that much fun. It's something grown ups hope to do a lot, and kids shouldn't do at all ;-) Leaves you warm, I hope. My first time writing this, so I appreciate reviews. Don't come down to hard on me though! Love, Lynn (Who does this stuff all the time and has a daughter to prove it ;-))

They had spent the day strolling through the streets of Paris. They had walked all the way down the Champs-Elysées and admired the Arc de Triomphe and it's grave of the un-known soldier. They had then taken the subway to Trocadéro station and walked to the Eiffel tower. The view had been beautiful as it was a clear day.

After dinner in a small restaurant where Sara had had a large piece of tarte au pomme they walked back to the hotel.

"I love Paris," Sara had sighed happily.

'I love you,' Grissom thought.

He led her up to their room and opened the door for her.

Sara closed the door as soon as Grissom was inside. Pinning him against it while seductively looking him in the eye.

"You know what I want?" she whispered while softly touching the tip of his nose with hers.

He felt her breathing against his lips. Her sweet smell filled his nostrils; apple and cinnamon. He delicately ran his tongue over her bottom lip tasting the sugary flavor. It slowly but steadily drove him insane.

Sara caught his tongue with hers, sucking it gently into her mouth in a very slow but very arousing game.

She had waited for years to do it right; taking all the time in the world. She broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. What she saw there exceeded her expectations. It was neither regret that his eyes revealed, nor fear, nor lust. There was only love of the deepest kind, the lasting kind.

She felt his hands in her hair and the warmth of his body through her clothes. She knew it was time. She knew she could take the next step without any regrets. Sharing her body with him was all she wanted.

She shot him a meaningful glance and took a step back. Gil let his arms glide from her shoulders and she took him by his hand.

"Come with me," she whispered.

Gil nodded and followed her to the bed. The way she moved made him want to kiss her slender neck and wrap his arms around her. He wanted to taste her flesh, feel her pulse, smell her scent. He hadn't thought he was the addictive kind but here he was, pining for her love.

Sara slowly turned around and looked at him with a seductive glance.

"Sit down," she said softly.

Gil obeyed, neither able to resist nor able to take his eyes of her body. Her long legs, her round hips, her breasts, her incredibly soft lips. He hadn't even noticed all of that before. Surely he had in general passing, but not in their making love all those months ago.

Did that even qualify as love? To him it seemed like it had been the mutual response to their attraction. Lust had been the primary emotion. This time it was different. This time he would show her how much he appreciated her, how much he cared for her, how much he wanted her for who she was, how much he loved her.

He pulled her onto his lap, slowly making a trail of kisses from her hands to her shoulders. He softly sunk his teeth in her neck sending shivers down her spine.

"Hmm that feels... Good," she whispered while slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Gil kicked of his shoes and socks. He ran his hands up and down her back and slid his hands under her blouse. He felt her skin react as goose bumps adorned the silky smoothness.

Sara felt his hands exploring her sides and back. It felt good to be this close to him again. She felt the tightness in his pants pressing against the inside of her legs. Taking it slowly started to become an effort. She wanted it fast. The teasingly lingering pace in which their lovemaking was moving to a higher level was almost driving her insane.

"Can I take this off?" he asked while softly tugging on her blouse.

Sara nodded. "You don't have to ask me..."

Gil softly kissed her lips while removing her blouse, revealing her bra which was made of a fine green leaf-shaped lace.

'Nature,' he thought.

Sara ran her hands over his broad shoulders. Ever since she saw him come out of the bathroom last night she hadn't been able to stop thinking about them. She delicately stroked his muscles, amazed at the fact that his body was still in such good shape. Slowly she planted kisses in his neck, which then progressed into sucking gently on his collar bone.

She looked up into his eyes when she heard him gasp quietly. He shivered as he looked into hers while she unbuttoned his jeans.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely.

"Very."

He picked her up and lay her down on the bed, after which he rid himself of his pants. Standing there, with only his boxers on, he looked down upon the gorgeous form of Sara Sidle. His Sara.

He took of her skirt noticing her skin was a very light shade of pink. It looked perfect to him and he wished she was this flushed every day.

After slowly taking off his boxers and her underwear he lay down next to her, admiring the view.

"You are so beautiful honey," he whispered, "So beautiful."

He leaned towards her to brush her lips with his while softly stroking her inner thigh.

"Wait," Sara suddenly said, "Did you bring protection?"

Grissom shook his head. "I didn't want to be that prepared."

Kissing him softly, Sara whispered, "If you tell me the French word for condoms I'll get them."

Grissom pulled her body against his.

"I want to make a baby with you."

Sara turned around wide-eyed. "You want to WHAT!"

Grissom smiled. "I want you to move in with me as soon as we are back in Vegas and I want to have a baby with you."

Sara rolled him on his back and kissed him. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Very," Grissom replied with a smirk.

Sara kissed his smirk away while climbing on top of him and allowing him entrance.

Grissom grinned. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

They slowly made love, switching positions every now and then, taking turns being on top. Grissom just couldn't believe they were here, together, trying to conceive, trying to be together forever. He looked down on Sara whom he was nearly pushing over the edge.

"I need you." She moaned. "So bad! I need you."