Disclaimer: I do not own CSI : (

AN: I actually just wanted to write "Blame Alex" ...but I tend to overtalk so I just can't only write two words as AN. Thanks for betaing and pushing me into this direction Alex!; ) ...well still, blame Alex for this, I wanted to delete it after I had written the first half of it.

Greets to Alex, Meggie and Rebecca : )

warning: I know it's already OOC, but uhm...it's getting a little worse. But hey, that's where the fun is!

chapter 12

"Oh my God! I can't believe this!" Sara cried out desperately, walking through the room without thinking about where she was walking, randomly changing her direction and speed. "I can't believe this! How can we ever get out of this? I can't believe this!"

Grissom, who had taken seat on the edge of the mattress, feeling just numb and not really aware of what his mother's gift meant for them in its whole dimension, left his seat again and walked over to Sara to calm her down. "Sara, it's just a gift, we don't have to..."

"We don't have to? Gil, your mother's gift for us is a three week honeymoon in Hawaii! Honeymoon! How are we supposed to get out of this?"

He reached out for her upper arms and his hands slipped over the fawn velour of her track suit, his fingers entwined around the slender arms and his fingertips buried in her muscles.

Their eyes met and he dragged her closer to him, their bodies didn't touch but the tension was enough for her to set her heart into a racing mode.

"Sara, calm down! This is my problem and I will have to fix it. I will find a way to do so and if I shouldn't then I will have to tell my mother the truth. It won't kill me, it won't kill her." He spoke slowly but still demanding.

Sara took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to feel sorry about. I just don't want you to worry...it's not you who is the liar here, I don't want you to worry. I'll tell her that none of this was your idea." His voice sounded softer now with traces of desperation and concern.

"You said it would break her heart." Sara said desperately.

Grissom looked at her for a while, neither of them spoke a word, the only sounds in the room were their breathing and their heartbeats.

Then the expression in his eyes changed and Sara knew which idea had just crossed his mind. "Never!"

"It was just an idea, I...we could think about it, I mean..."

"...you're on drugs, are you? Grissom, this is insane. Forget it. I am not going to fake a wedding...I am not going to do that." She stepped away from him and sat down on the bed.

His eyes followed her and she felt that they did. "Don't look at me like this." She said softly.

"Why not?" he asked walking over to her.

"Because you're making me feel as if I'm doing something wrong when I do not agree to do this. But in fact you are the one who's doing the wrong thing and that's pissing me off because I feel responsible and get a bad conscience."

Grissom smirked and sat down next to her. "Okay, this was an idiotic idea."

"Idiotic is an understatement." She said slightly muttering. Grissom chuckled and that drove her insane. "That is not funny."

"Not?" He asked and winked at her.

One second later he felt a pillow crashing his face, he had seen it coming but hadn't been able to react before it had already hit his face and knocked him back on the mattress. Totally taken aback by this he lay on his back for a while, his breathing got faster but then calmed down again.

Sara couldn't believe that she had just knocked him down with a pillow. She didn't know whether to apologize or to simply ignore it or to just laugh because this was all so ridiculous.

She slowly turned her face to him, her eyes wandered over his body, his legs, his stomach, his chest, his strong shoulders...and suddenly the pillow hit her face.

She overbalanced and fell on her back, landing on Grissom's right arm. He chuckled and she broke out into laughter. She laughed so hard that her stomach hurt and she felt a muscle cramp coming up in her cheeks...

And then, all of a sudden, she felt his hand on her stomach, it slowly slipped under her shirt, petting her soft skin. She immediately stopped laughing. She felt her muscles shivering under his touch. She couldn't breath, her heart was beating hard in her chest and she could have sworn that even Gretchen was able to hear it. She wanted to calm down but how was she supposed to do so? She lay in his bed, next to him, her shoulders lay on his arm and his hand was under her shirt... his thumb made tiny circles around her belly button! How was she supposed to calm down?

It was not even noon and she had already been going through a roller coaster of feelings. The nervousness before giving him his gift, the overwhelming feelings that she had felt when she had gotten his gift for her from him, the feelings she had felt when he had kissed her which had been even more overwhelming, then the shock and panic after Gretchen had handed a gift certificate for their honeymoon to them. The confusion, the anger about Grissom's reaction then again she had almost been dying of laughter – and now this.

He had been shifting his weight on his right side and now laid with his face to her while he ran his hand over her waist. He seemed to be amused about the way her muscles contracted under his fingers, the soft smile never left his lips.

Their eyes met and showers of sensations ran through her body. She let out the breath that she'd been holding for too long. He smiled at her, his face coming closer. He stopped only half an inch before her lips while his hand made it's way up to the fabric of her bra.

Sara shifted her weight a little so that they lay closer together, her lips striped his for a second and just this was enough to let a wave of heat run through her body.

He was breathing heavily, deeply inhaling her scent. "Do you want this?" he whispered.

She nodded. Yes. Yes she wanted this, she had wanted this for six years, or even longer, since she had met him for the first time she had been wanting this, had been dreaming of this. "Do you?" She realized that her voice was shaking, she didn't really know why but she was scared that he would say no, would pull away, would break all the feelings that surrounded them at the moment.

"I've been sleeping next to you for two nights, always obliged to not touch you, to not even think of touching you, touching the woman that I wanted to touch for years..." He whispered into her ear. "...damn yes I want this Sara. I've already waited much too long." His leg slipped between hers and he pressed his body against her.

Their lips met and her whole body shivered, her heart was literally jumping, still she couldn't really believe this, it felt just unreal, so unreal that it was real. She moaned into his mouth, causing his passion to grew even more.

Then he sat up, dragging her with him. He slowly opened the zipper of her track suit jacket, his eyes never letting go of hers. His hands slipped over her bare shoulders, pulling the sleeves down her arms. He began to kiss her neck, his beard tickled on her skin causing her to chuckle softly.

He looked at her, a boyish smile on his lips, as her hands reached up to the buttons of his shirt his eyes followed them. He couldn't wait to feel her beautiful fingers on his skin.

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, freeing him from the fabric but her hands were shaking so it took her a while. One of his hands had joined hers, now when she had taken off his shirt he placed her one hand on his chest. She could feel how fast and hard his heart was beating and more butterflies were awakened in her stomach.

With his right hand he reached out for her cheek, he dragged her face close to his and kissed her passionately. Her arms slipped around his neck and she pressed the upper part of her body close against his chest.

They sank back on the mattress, his hands were busy with the zipper of her pants. Sara was more than thankful that Gretchen had insisted in getting some rest before they'd go out to drink some coffee in a café outside the city. The fact that Gil Grissom hadn't been able to ask her out for dinner in six years but could make love to her while his mother slept only two rooms down the hallway made this all seem even more unreal, but oh, his touch felt more than real.

As their breathing slowly calmed down he pressed her closer against him. Her head rested on his shoulder while her arm laid on his chest, his left hand laid on her right one while his right arm was twined around her.

Neither of them had spoken a word for a long time, they had just listened to the other's breathing and heartbeat, had been following their own thoughts, drifting away in their own daydreams...

"I will tell her the truth." He said softly.

Sara leaned up, looking into his face. "What?"

"I will tell her the truth." He repeated. "I can't live this lie anymore."

Suddenly she felt a knot in her throat, she tried to swallow it but she couldn't. Had this all been just a lie? Nothing more than a lie and a little bit of loosing control?

TBC

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