Just to Hear You Say
By SidleChick and Sassy
Chapter 2
"I wouldn't believe you...Sara, if you tell me it's too late, then I'll walk right out of here, and I won't come back, it's your choice."
"It's not." She said in barely a whisper. "It could never be."
He smiled. He then walked over to where she was sitting. He turned her face to him, cupping it with his large hands. He placed a gentle soft kiss on her lips.
Sara felt his lips upon hers. She whimpered a little while kissing him back. Slowly she let his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers.
He moaned slightly, enjoying this and wondering why he waited so long, when she was always right there in front of him. Hesitantly, he pulled back. "Now, what can I cook for you? You have to eat, Sara."
She reached and pulled him back to her. She was afraid that she was going to wake and find this to all be a dream. "Why'd you wait so long, Grissom?" She was afraid of his answer.
"I'm not quite sure Sara. When I first called you to come to Vegas, I had every intention of asking you out and starting something with you. As everyday passed, it got harder and harder to confront you. I was afraid you would not feel the same way I did. When you asked me out, you caught me off guard. I knew everything I ever wanted and more was right in front of me, and I could not do it. It was just so much."
"Then why is okay now?" She had to know that he was not with her out of pity.
"Because, as Catherine once put it, I finally got my head out of the microscope, and I wasn't afraid to take the next step. Well, I was afraid, but I did not want to be anymore. "He smiled and brushed his lips on the tip of her nose.
"Are you sure this isn't because of my mood and that tomorrow you are going to take it all back and go back to ignoring me and act like it never even happened?" She had to know that he was for real. That he would not go back on his word and leave her broken. She was almost broken now.
"No more going back, just moving forward... I don't want to go back to the way things were. I want a fresh start with you, with us.… I love you, Sara. "There, he had finally said the words that were the hardest for him to admit.
She looked up at him. She searched his eyes for the truth and found it. "I love you too." She smiled at him softly. She stood up from the bar stool and touched his bearded cheek. She pulled his face only centimeters from her own. "I'd really have waited on you forever." She pulled him in for a deeply passionate long kiss their tongues dueling.
He moaned softly against her lips. After what seemed like hours, but mere minutes, they pulled apart, both needing the air to fill their lungs. He smiled at her. "How about we go out to dinner? How does that sound?"
"Now?" It was only morning.
"Sure, well, we could get breakfast then, and have dinner tonight? How is that, better? "He smiled at her.
"Let's go to bed." She said yawning slightly. The days of no sleep finally catching up to her. She saw the look on his face. "To sleep, Grissom. To sleep."
"I wouldn't want anything else right now, then just to fall asleep with you in my arms. "
She grabbed his hand, entwined her fingers with his, and gently pulled him toward her bedroom. "Do you want to get comfortable?" She said indicating his clothes. "I'm going to put something more comfortable on."
"I'm just going to kick off my shoes, and take off my belt." He smiled. He took his shoes off, and then his belt, as he put them by his shoes on the floor.
She slipped into the bathroom to pull on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her usual sleeping attire. She returned to the room to see him standing awkwardly at the foot of her bed. "Why don't you take your pants and shirt off? They can't be comfortable."
He looked at her, unsure of what to do; it had been a long time since a woman had seen him in nothing but his boxers. "Um... are you sure? I really don't have to..."
"I promise I won't take advantage of you, Grissom. Besides, I am not ready to go to that next step anyway. Just sleep. You would be more comfortable that way, but it is up to you." She pulled back the covers and removed her shorts before sliding under them.
He stood there for an awkward moment, before taking his shirt and pants off. He walked around to the other side and slipping under the covers and pulling her into his embrace. "I've dreamt about this every night since you came to Vegas."
His skin on hers felt so good. That is all she was thinking of. "Me too." She whispered. She turned to face him. "Sweet dreams," she said before curling into him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Then she kissed his lips softly.
He kissed her back. "I don't need dreams anymore; I've got the real thing now." He smiled and closed his eyes.
She listened to his heartbeat for what seemed like forever before drifting off to sleep. She dreamt of him and her together and happy.
They slept for about four hours, before he could feel her start to stir a bit. "Hello, did you sleep well?"
"Mmmm hmmm." She mumbled. Her eyes opened slowly. "Did you?" She loved the look of him still half asleep. His already amazing blue eyes held something then. He looked years younger than he was.
"Better then I have in a very long time." He starred at her, she looked so beautiful. He smiled.
"That's longer than I've slept in the past few months." She told him as she held on to him tightly. "So what are we doing tonight?"
"Well, I figured we'd go to dinner, and then dancing, or dancing and then dinner, whichever you prefer we do first, or if you want to do something else, we'll do that." He kissed her forehead.
"I don't know how to dance, Grissom." She had been a tomboy and a science nerd. Never got asked to the dances. Never wanted to go. Until now. She really wanted to be held in his arms in public. Something he couldn't hide.
"I'll teach you... I think it would be fun, no I know it would be. And you have such beautiful long legs, you'll pick it up easily, and you'll float on a dance floor."
"I'd love to go with you. I'd go anywhere for you. What restaurant are we going to?" She hoped that he remembered that she was a vegetarian.
"Well, we do you want to go? What restaurant have you wanted to try? Any new ones maybe?"
"There is this Italian restaurant that I love going to for take out. It is called Little Italy. They have good pasta. But this was your idea, so why don't you choose?" She said stretching a little.
"Little Italy sounds great, and then we wouldn't have to worry about any meat...Little Italy it is." He smiled at her. "I'm going to go make us a pot of coffee."
"That would be nice." She watched him walk from the bedroom then it hit her. This was her house not his. He wouldn't know where anything was. She pulled herself from the bed and padded out to the kitchen to help him.
"Sara, where's your coffee?" He blushed a bit. Not even thinking about the fact he had NO idea where anything was.
"In the cupboard above your head. Filters too." She said as she picked up the carafe and filled it with water. She poured the water into the coffee pot. "It's not Greg's Blue Hawaiian but it's better than that crap they try to pass of as coffee at the lab."
He laughed. "Well, they used to buy the good stuff along time ago, but then thought it would be too risky, someone threw a coffee pot, and they weren't to happy about that." He smirked a bit at the memory.
She smiled as she remembered when Warrick told her. "You get mad like that often?"
"Not as often as I should. But, no, I don't. "He grinned.
"Good." Sara watched him put the coffee and filter into the coffee maker. He was standing there watching her so she got up and put her arms around him. "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough in front of me not to care that you are still only clad in your boxers." She said as she gripped his ass with both hands. She kissed him softly.
He blushed a bit, forgetting about his attire. "Well, what ever is comfortable, and I'm not embarrassed around you...anymore."
"That is good to hear." She said as she made her way toward the bathroom. It was just off her kitchen. "I'm going to grab a shower. Care to join me? I promise nothing is going to happen in there unless we both want it to. Just wash and get out." She said from the doorway of the bathroom.
"Sure." He walked into the bathroom with her.
She proceeded to get undressed. Standing there in only her panties, she turned the water on. Not to hot but still not cold. She went to remove her panties.
"Are you sure you don't mind me joining you?" He asked from behind her.
"I asked, didn't I?" she said as she turned to face him. She moved to him, slipped her fingers in the waistband, and began inching them down.
He smiled nervously, and let her finish. After they were both undressed, they climbed into the shower. She lathered soap into a rag and began to wash all of her body. She handed him a rag so he could do the same.
He washed up his arms, and all over, then handed it back to her, and washed off.
"This is way more fun then that shower I had with Greg." She stated remembering the cold hazmat shower he and her had to have after that case.
Grissom paled. "Um, yeah, that's refreshing to know... why did you and Greg shower... or do I want to know?"
"Hazmat, remember?" She said as she helped rinse away the remaining soap that clung to his arm. Her fingers remained on his arm. Stroking it softly. She never thought there would ever be a day that she would be enjoying a shower with Grissom.
"That's right, I forgot." He smiled and sighed in relief.
Her fingers slowly worked their way up his arm until she had a hand on his shoulder. The other hand crept up to his face.
"I love you, Sara." He smiled and caressed her cheek with his thumb.
"I love you too." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. She pulled back not wanting things to get too heated. She wanted to take this slow. Make it right.
He was so happy that things were working out between them. This was a dream come true for him. He was glad when she pulled back. He, too, didn't want to take this fast, he wanted to take it slow and make every moment last, not rush through everything.
"You all done, Gil?" She asked before shutting the water off. He nodded yes. She turned it off and pulled back the shower curtain. She reached for a towel and handed it to him. Then grabbed one for her and dried off. She wrapped the towel around her body and another in her hair.
He just ran the towel through his hair a couple of times, and then wrapped it around his waist.
She opened the bathroom door. The smell of coffee hitting her nose. She sighed. "Cups are in the cupboard above the drain board." She said as she walked toward her bedroom to put something on.
He reached up, and got two coffee mugs, filled them, and took them over to the table. He then looked at the picture in the middle of the table. It was a picture of the whole gang at the Christmas party. He never had realized, until now, how close he stood to her in that picture.
She dressed quickly in a pair of faded jeans and a tight fitting baby doll tee. She returned to the kitchen to see him seated at her table looking at her picture. "That is the only picture I have of anyone from the lab."
"We should throw another party, just some of the gang, then we could have more pictures, how's that sound?"
"Rushing it." She said softly. "I want to keep you to myself for awhile. Is that okay?"
He smiled. "That'd be fine, Sweetie."
She looked at him still clad in a towel. "You going to wear that all day?"
He looked down, and then blushed a bit again. He got up, and started walking into her bedroom. "I don't plan on it." He walked in, and changed. "Before we go to work, we'll have to stop at my house so I can change into something else."
"Thought we were going to dinner?" She said as she walked up to him and hugged him close to her. Smelling the clean smell of him.
"We are, but if I'm taking you somewhere nice, I'm not going to wear work cloths, I'm going to wear something worthy of your beauty, okay?" He smiled at her.
"Anything you wear is worthy. I just wish that you wouldn't hide that gorgeous body in such baggy clothes." She said as she ran her hands up the inside of Grissom's shirt. She just wanted to touch his skin. It was like an addiction.
He smiled. "Well, I have never been fond of form fitting clothes," he looked at Sara's cute little shirt and added, "On men." He smiled.
She smiled at him softly. "I am glad now that I've seen you completely unclothed. I wouldn't want any of the girls to fall even more in love with you than the already are." She teased pecking his cheek.
He looked confused," I'm not THAT attractive Sara... there can't be that many girls, Then curiosity got the better of him. "Who?"
"I'm not telling then you'll want to talk to them. Let's just say that is a good third of the female staff at CSI." She said as she walked to the couch and sat down pulling her knees up to her chin.
He smiled. "Really? Just tell me one of them... just one, I want to know, I'll always love you, I just want to know? Please? "He pouted his little lip out.
"Judy. Now, are you happy?" Great. Now he'll probably take his time getting his messages so he can chat her up. She thought unhappily. She frowned.
"Judy? I thought she liked Nicky. Well, now since I know that, would you be willing to get my messages from her for me? "He smiled, and looked at her face.
"What?" She asked not understanding him.
"Well, instead of me going to get them from her, would you go and get them, and then bring them to me? Then she won't have to see me, and get over this so called crush... how's that sound?"
"You can get them, Grissom. That will not make crush go away. Just don't flirt with her and she'll be fine. Plus, I think she does like Nick. In fact, I think they went out on a date or two." She said smiling at him. "What time are we going to dinner?"
"In about an hour... are you sure, you know, about the message thing? And I don't flirt with her. "He smiled." Do you need a refill on that coffee of yours?"
"No thank you. What do I need to wear, Gil?" She'd always been taken to a club or to a diner for dinner on all the dates she'd been on since moving here. She didn't know what to wear and not to wear.
"Wear, either dress pants or a skirt, and a very nice shirt. I'm going to go to my place, let you get ready, and then pick you up, like a date should. " He smiled, walked over, kissed her goodbye, put his shoes on, and left.