A few hours later...Sara began to stir. She went to move but a set of powerful arms kept her still. She smiled. She couldn't believe that he was there with her in her bed. In her life.
"Good morning... going somewhere?" He smiled, and kissed her shoulder.
"Not on your life." She kissed his chest softly.
"Good, I never want you to leave, I never want us to move." He smiled, and kissed her hair softly. "I just want us to stay here forever."
"We eventually have to get up, Gil. Work still goes on. What are we going to be about work?" Sara asked. It was the first time she had thought about work since running into Brass at the restaurant.
"Anything we want too, sweetheart." He stated simply.
"Well, Brass and Cat already know. It won't be like the rest won't know by the end of shift. Word travels fast." Sara began making circles with her finger on Grissom's stomach. "I'm happy."
"I'm happy too, and as long as your by my side, I'll stay that way."
"Grissom, things at work aren't going to change, are they? I mean you'll still pair me with you on certain cases. Not go all super boyfriend on me and give me all the smash and grabs?" Sara was worried about work. She needed work to stay the same.
"I wouldn't do that, sweetie...I'll try as hard as I can not to be too over-protective." He chuckled a bit, and kissed her shoulder.
She raised her head to looking into his eyes. She pulled him down to her for a kiss. He kissed her right back, his kisses full of love, passion, and promises. She pulled him with her as she lay on her back. Never breaking their kiss. "You promise you're not going to run, Grissom?"
"I'll never leave you...I'll never ever run again." He sealed that promise with a soft but passionate kiss. She abruptly stopped the kiss. "What time is it?"
He looked over at the clock and did a double take. "U'm, I think we're going to be a little late today..." He said innocently.
"Only a little?" She kissed him again and pulled him on top of her. "I want a little reminder of last night."
"Mmm, I think work can wait a little while." He kissed her long and hard, his tongue, sliding against her lips, begging for entrance.
She pulled his tongue into her mouth. Kissing him was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She moaned as his hand made contact with the skin of her stomach.
"Touch me." She whispered.
He obliged. Touching her everywhere he could reach. Drinking in his touches, she arched into him. Wanting him inside her. "Please." She begged softly.
He, again, obliged. Gently entering her, and thrusting softly. She moaned his name. She loved him. He was the only one for her. The only one that could make her feel so alive with just a look. She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts. Slow at first then faster. She felt the first wave of pleasure. It hit with such force that she cried out, "Don't ever stop."
Riding out the wave, she began kissing and sucking on his neck.
"Never." He barely got out, he could feel his own coming on.
"Come on, Love. Scream for me." She begged him while her hips rocked to his rhythm. She was still kissing and sucking his neck. Let her tongue make pathways to his ear. "I love you."
That was all the encouragement he needed, before exploding inside of her. " I... Love... You too. " He got out between breaths.
She lay with him on top of her trying to catch her breath. "What you do to me, Gil Grissom." She kissed his cheek. They were drenched in sweat. And sated. "Grissom, you want to take a shower with me?"
"I'd love to." He smiled, got up, and pulled her with him. She followed him into the bathroom where she started the water and turned on the showerhead. She stepped under the warm water. "You coming?"
"Right behind you." He smiled, and stepped in with her. Enjoying the hot water, and being next to Sara.
"Umm...Grissom." Sara said slowly a smile forming on her lips.
"Yes?" He smiled, and looked at her.
"Remember that case with the man that was burning hot?" She said as her smile widened.
"Yes?" He was confused.
"I remember Catherine telling us that the place on your neck where he touched you looked like a hickey. Well, Blue Eyes, you have a few hickeys...and I don't think you can get by with telling them that some man with hot hands did it?" She was about to laugh.
"I have a hickey? Well, then we might just have to tell them what happened, or I could were one of your pretty pink scarves." He teased.
She laughed then trying to picture him with a pink scarf around his neck. "I think we should let them draw their own conclusions. They don't have to know what goes on behind closed doors."
"That sounds like a good plan." He smiled at her and then added, "Better then a scarf any day."
"Come on. Soap up." She tossed him a bath cloth and soap. "The bad guys never sleep."
He washed up his arms, on his chest, and everywhere, then handed the bath cloth to Sara, "Thank you."
She was already rinsing the soap from her body then. "Hang it on the rack there. Please?" She pointed to a towel rack inside the shower. "I'll just be a second more." She was rinsing her legs then.
"Okay." He hung it up there. He was having a hard time not taking her right then and there, but that would defeat the purpose of the shower.
"All done." She said as she stepped from the spray. "Your turn." She turned sideways to let him pass. She snaked her arms around him while he was stepping by her. She griped his ass. "Cute butt."
"Sara you're not making this any easier." He said as he chuckled a bit. He quickly washed off.
"I know." She teased. "I'll be in there getting dressed. You did bring clean clothes, right?"
"Yes I did." He smiled, and watched her walk away. " I'm not the only one with a nice butt." He yelled.
"Flattery, Doctor Grissom, will get you...Everywhere." She said over her shoulder.
He laughed. " I'm glad to have that piece of advice."
"Hurry, Blue Eyes. Work in twenty minutes...or we'll be late." She told him as she pulled on underwear and her bra.
"I'm out." He said from the doorway. "Just admiring the view."
"Stop it." She blushed. Even though he has seen her in all her glory, she still felt insecure about him looking at her body.
He teasingly put a hand over his eyes.
"You can't get dressed if you don't know what your putting on." She said as she walked to him and removed his hands. "Need help with that towel?" She pulled the towel from his waist. "There now I can admire the view."
He also blushed a bit. " Do you know where I put my bag?"
"Maybe the living room." She told him as she kissed his mouth.
"Alright, sweetie, I'll check there. " He grabbed her towel from the floor, and walked into the living room, found his bag, and went back to the bedroom to change.