How Far 5/6

A new life was beginning for Sara Sidle and Gil Grissom. Hell, their lives were finally beginning. There they were, in her kitchen, his lips pressed against hers in a simple kiss. Gentle, pure, but full of love and compassion. He gently caressed her face with his hands as he began to pull away from her.

She felt him retreating and moved her hands slowly on his chest moving upward. She placed both hands onto his neck and pulled his head to her as she deepened the kiss. She parted her lips inviting him in. He welcomed the invitation as he moved his hands down her side, locking them around her waist behind her back, pulling her body closer to his.

Their tongues danced as she moved her hands through his hair, changing the direction of the kiss every so often. Meanwhile, his hands explored her back moving up and down in sweet caresses almost light enough to make her shiver.

Grissom knew the kiss had to end if they ever wanted to breathe again. He gently moved his hands under her shirt moving across her stomach and back to settle on her waist. Sensing what he was doing, she pulled her hands from his neck moving them down to the sides of his face as they pulled apart. She held his face as he placed his forehand against hers. Both feeling each others breath on their faces.

She could have stayed like this for hours, but she desperately wanted to see his face. She moved her hands down the side of his face, along his neck, to rest on his shoulders. She pulled back and opened her eyes to find Grissom gazing back at her.

"Sara ... I ... I ... that was ... "

"Yeah, it was," she replied touching her swollen lips smiling.

"Sara ... I ... " he tried to form words.

"I can't believe it. The great Dr. Gil Grissom at a loss of words. Well I'm shocked," she said crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Well, I'm in love."

She stared at him, her eyes becoming glossy.

"I should go," he said removing his hands from her waist.

Sara felt all of the color drain from her face. He was leaving her... again. Seeing the immediate change in her, he pulled her into an embrace running his hands through her curled hair.

"No, no, no, Sara. That came out all wrong. Oh ... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that," he pulled away from her just enough to look in her eyes.

"I'm an idiot sometimes, please forgive me. This day has just been so overwhelming in every way. I go from thinking I would never have you, to 'this'. To us ... here ... right now ... together. Debbie's case ... it ... messed with me. That combined with the fact I just worked 36 plus hours straight, I am just exhausted. I want to be with you more than anything. I want to give you all of me Sara. But I'm just not that person right now, you deserve 100% of me, now I'm only at a 30% ... maybe. Am I making any sense? Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" he asked

She nodded and sighed. He kissed her again, this time sweeter, careful not to let things get to involved. He broke them apart resting his forehead to hers once again.

"Stay," she whispered; her breathe across his lips.

"I told you Sara ..." he started.

"I'll take the couch. You take my bedroom. Please Grissom. I don't want to be anywhere your not. I don't think I can. Please?" she asked as she kissed him.

"Alright, but I want the couch."

"No, you need a good rest. Take my bed."

"Sara, it's the couch or no deal."

"But Grissom … "

"Listen to me Sara. The first time I sleep in your bed is only going to be after I've loved you … " he kissed her and whispered into her mouth "… made love to you," he kissed her again. "Okay?"

"Okay," she said pulling away from him.

"Um, Grissom, I'm going to go and grab a pillow and some blankets, can you put the food in the fridge and …"

"I got it Sara," he replied

He watched her walk away into the bedroom. She found an extra pillow, a sheet, and a heavier blanket. Just in case it got colder. She walked back into the living room and began making a bed on the couch. She glanced up to see Grissom turning off the coffee and dumping it's wasted brew down the sink.

After he finished cleaning up, he walked into the living room turning off the stereo as he went. He watched her make him a home on her couch and wondered what he ever did to deserve Sara Sidle. He sat down on the couch and removed his shoes. He laid down on his side and flopped the blanket on top of him as she scuffled tiding up the room.

When she saw he was tucked away, she knelt down in front of him, grazing her fingers over his hair, she placed a kiss on his forehead. He reached a hand out from under the blanket and took hold of her hand intertwining their fingers. He sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow for support, he kissed her with a deeper passion than before. They pulled away, both breathless.

"Goodnight Gil," she whispered.

"Goodnight Sara."

She stood up as best she could and walked to turn off the light in the corner. As she walked to her bedroom, Grissom's voice stopped her in the door way.

"Sara? Stay with me?"

She smiled as she walked back to the couch. He opened the blanket and she happily crawled inside. Her back against his chest, he placed and arm under her so she would have pillow. She found his hand and laced her fingers through his.

It was at the moment she felt the blanket drop over them and Grissom's other arm snake around her waist pulling her to him. He kissed her neck before he let his cheek press against hers taking them both into a pleasant slumber.

Somehow through the hour, she had turned so that she was facing him, her head on his chest and her hand over his heart. Their legs were laced together and his arms around her. She finally felt peaceful when she felt his arms grip her tighter and tighter. She opened her eyes and realized he was dreaming. He started to move around in a panic.

"No, No. Leave her. SARA!" he shouted as he awoke with a start.

"Shhh ... I'm here. Grissom ... shh ... I'm right here," she said sitting up looking in his eyes.

"Sara ... you were ... he was ..."

"No, he wasn't. I'm right here," she picked up his hand and placed it over her heart "I've always been right here."

She leaned down and kissed him. He moved his hand from her heart to her neck and pulled her deeper into him. She straddled his hips as she began to move her hands under his shirt, grazing her fingernails on his chest.

Never breaking the kiss, he moved his hands under her shirt and let them glide up and down the skin of her back. He felt her start to move his shirt up his body and reluctantly removed his hands from her back and over his head.

She broke this kiss as his shirt passed between their faces. She threw it into the darkness as she began to kiss him again. She moved her way down his chest, kissing every part of him she could before moving back up to his lips.

"I love you so much Sara," he whispered before she kissed him lightly.

"Show me how much," she replied as she stood from the couch taking his hand in hers, leading him into the bedroom.