AN: Sorry, I had planned to update earlier...but I ran out of diet coke yesterday and on thursday...and I need diet coke to be able towrite: (

this chap is a belated birthday present for Meggie: ) sorry, I had planned to have it up yesterday :huggggggz:

and thanks to Alex for helping me : )

chapter 4

She wasn't allowed to be nervous. She just was not allowed to be nervous. But she couldn't help it. She knew that her hands were shaking, she knew that this had to stop before Grissom and his mother would be here, she did her best to calm down, but remembering what Grissom had told her made her even more nervous.

They would enter, his mother first, he following with his mother's luggage, she would welcome his mother, he would walk over to her and kiss her on her cheek, she would have to smile afterwards and then she would have to tell his mother that dinner would be ready soon, then he would bring the luggage over to the guest room, his mother hopefully following him, he would tell his mother to get some rest before dinner and she hopefully would.

The first few things weren't that difficult, it was the fact that he would kiss her that made her nervous, or better said the fact that she would have to pretend that it was normal that he kissed her, as if she was totally used to the feeling of his lips on her skin, as if this was really the most natural thing ever.

At this point she knew she'd be glad if she wouldn't immediately loose conscience…she knew she had to act totally naturally, but how could it be natural to her that Gil Grissom, the man she secretly loved for so long, would kiss her?

The closest he ever got near her before was when he kept her off from attacking a suspect years ago. Yes, he had held her hand for a couple of times now, but holding hands and being kissed on the cheek…there's a world of difference between holding hands and kissing.

She would prefer to stay in the bedroom or in any other room of the house, so that Grissom could have pretended to search for her…and then they wouldn't have to kiss…but Sara didn't suggest this option, because actually she wanted to be kissed.

The other problem was that she actually couldn't cook. Grissom had told her what exactly to do, he had prepared everything, the only thing she really had to do was checking on the time so that nothing would get scorched. The worst part was turning over the steak, it sent cold showers down her spine to see the meat in the pan. Grissom had offered her to not eat meat in the days that she was here, but she had told him that it was okay for her. She regretted that now. At least it was a good distraction from her worries about this kiss on the cheek thing.

And then she heard the key in the keyhole of the door. She swallowed hard. She turned off the cooker, her hands shaking again. She took a deep breath. You can do this. You have to do this. She slowly walked over to the entrance where Grissom and his mother had just entered.

Sara smiled softly at Gretchen. /Hi./ Sara signed. Thankful that Grissom had taught her at least some signs.

Gretchen smiled happily. /Nice to meet you again./

Sara could barely understand the signs, so she just smiled back brightly.

And then Grissom walked over to her. Sara felt her heart beating faster in her chest. She felt how she slowly got goose bumps on her arms, probably on her whole body. She felt that she began to shake again, she tried to take a deep breath in an inconspicuous way, well knowing that Grissom noticed how nervous she was.

First he placed his hand on her left cheek, what already sent showers of sensations down her body. She wished she could gasp for air, but her whole body felt so debilitated.

He dragged her face closer to his, she could feel his breath on her skin and it almost drove her insane. Her heart bumped hard, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach rising up.

It felt as if there was a knot in her throat, keeping her from breathing. What was probably better, because she had seen him using perfume before he had left to pick up his mother…she had sniffed on it after he had left, only the thought of Grissom smelling after this perfume made her crazy, made her wanting to let her lips trace over his neck and inhale the masculine scent of it. He never used perfume and she longed to know how it smelled on him.

Then his lips softly brushed over the skin of her right cheek. She automatically reached up for his cheek, the feeling of his beard being another sensation for her. She slowly ran her hand over it, her finger tips being tickled by the soft hair.

He pressed his lips harder against her cheek. She closed her eyes, the image of him kissing her in her head. It burned itself into her mind and she hoped she would never forget this moment.

Slowly a smile formed itself on her lips, her eyes opening again.

His right hand held her shoulder, he felt so strong and powerful, not soft like he had felt when he had been holding her hand. He probably felt much more comfortable at the moment than she did and than he had expected to feel and this probably filled him with self conscience and courage.

Then he pulled away from her. She could see a soft smile on his lips, though she swore that it was only a picture created by her desperate hope for a possible requital of her feelings for him. She couldn't erase the smile from her lips, somehow she was hypnotised by him, by this kiss. She knew that this kiss had only been a result and a part of the lie that he had been creating, but she knew that she'd treasure this moment anyways. It had only been three seconds, but in these three seconds she had been closer to Gil Grissom than she had ever been before.

She finally got her senses back together, noticing that Grissom was already signing his mother that he'd bring her to the guestroom until dinner was finished. Sara didn't really know if she was still needed in the living room so she made her way back to the kitchen, still walking on jelly legs.

When Grissom and Gretchen had left the room Sara was finally able to breath again. She leaned back against the kitchen counter, her heart still running fast and in addition to this it was literally jumping. God how good his lips had felt on her skin! Her eyes were closed for a while, she tried to calm herself down, tried to get her breathing under control again.

Then she heard his voice near her.

"Hey, you survived hurdle number one."

She opened her eyes, smiling softly and relieved. "You think she bought it?"

His hands were in the pockets of his jeans. Sara couldn't help but think how hot he looked in them. She swallowed hard, this wasn't the right time to have those thoughts about him. He shrugged smirking. "I told her that you were really nervous because of all this. She understood. Meeting the future in-laws is always an agitating experience."

Sara nodded softly. "I was totally tensed. I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't really convincing."

"You were convincing Sara. And…taking into consideration that we didn't rehearse this part at all, you were great."

"You weren't even nervous.", she said softly.

"Hell I was. I am just used to control myself.", he said softly.

"I…I should get the dinner ready now.", she said slowly.

He nodded. "Do you need help?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Only thing left to do is to get the salad out of the fridge and getting the food on the plates."

"I can handle the second part. I already feel bad enough that I let you cook meat for me…"

She smiled softly at him. She leaned into the fridge reaching for the salad.

"Do you think that I smell like a pimp?"

She broke out into almost uncontrollabllelaughter. "What?"

"My mother said that I would smell like a pimp.", he said thoughtfully.

Sara laughed so hard that some small tears ran down her cheeks. She held her stomach because it already started hurting from her laughter.

"You shouldn't laugh, I told her that you bought this perfume for me."

Shetried to calm down. "Okay….okay.", she finally managed to say. She took a deep breath to bring her body under her control again. "I don't think that you smell like a pimp. But you should maybe ask your mother how she knows how a pimp smells."

"Oh great, thanks. I'll never get that picture out of my head.", he said and winked at the still laughing Sara.

"Go and tell your mother that it's dinner time, pimp.", she said winking back at him.

He threw a played irritated look at her, causing her to laugh even more.

"Don't look at me like this Gil Grissom.", she called after him.

"Be careful or I'll look at you in a lot of other ways wife!"

"Hey, you said you had only told her that we're engaged.", she corrected him.

"It's still the same, I'm loosing the arguments anyways.", he said and shrugged.

Then he turned around and left the room, to tellhis mother that dinner was ready. Sara smiled to herself. This part had definitely not been played. She didn't know why, but from one moment to the other Grissom had changed back into the guy that he had been thirteen years ago when they had met in San Francisco for the first time. And only now she started realizing how much she had missed this trait of him, how much she had missed his ability to make her laugh, in a way that nobody else could make her laugh.

TBC

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