Reaching Perfection 4?

Author: Calie

Rating: R

Summary: Sara's feelings for Greg have been changing subtly and after a comment made by him she slowly begins to realize what she needed has been in front of her face the whole time.

Notes: Apoligies for taking so long with another chapter. This is going to be rated R or M in terms. The following chapter is more NC-17 so it will NOT be posted on I will post it on the GregSara yahoo group or you can e-mail me and let me know you would like to read the NC-17 chapter and I can e-mail it directly to you. If not then the next chapter on will pick up right after the naughtiness. Everybody please review, I would be really grateful for the support.

Greg glanced over to his passenger side seat as he had done often in the few minutes he had been driving. It had been obvious to Greg that after his brief moment with Sara in the locker room that she wouldn't be leaving at the end of shift. To Nick's credit, who also was working the case, he didn't leave either. So Greg did what he usually did when he could see that Sara was having a hard time with a case. He went to Grissom, told him that his own case was closed, got approved to work some overtime, and headed over to help Sara. Greg tried to tell himself that he wasn't showing favoritism, that he would have done that for any of them, except he knew it wasn't true. Sure he'd help them if they were in a spot, but not near as often as he did for Sara. What made it easier to convince himself to lend her a hand was the fact that she'd been there for him to, maxing out her overtime just to help him along. It wasn't until Grissom lent a hand did they find something. With enough evidence to make an arrest Grissom had insisted on the rest of them going on home and he would close up the case. To Greg's relief Sara didn't argue, which was proof of just how tired she really was. He'd insisted on driving her home after and she had agreed, somewhat.

"Greg."

He'd turned to her from the driver's seat and watched as she chewed in the inside of her cheek. "Yea?"

"I don't really want to go home right now."

She'd glanced over at him and he could see and hear the pain she was going through. Sara never asked for help but it was obvious this was her round about way of asking at that moment. "I could make you dinner again. But I'm not promising anything great. Last time I had to make a special trip to the store." She had smiled softly at him regardless of how worn out she looked.

"That's fine."

Less than five minutes later she had fallen asleep and he drove the rest of the way to his apartment in silence. When he parked he didn't have to contemplate long what to do with the sleeping Sara. Her eyes opened and she turned to him bleary eyed.

Sara yawned and looked around at her surroundings before turning to face Greg. "I fell asleep."

Greg chuckled at her obvious statement. "It would appear so. Come on, unless you plan on taking another nap."

Normally she would have frowned at the teasing comment but she barely even registered it at the moment. Instead she unbuckled the seatbelt and exited his car. Greg was already out and waiting by the time she shut the door. She followed close behind him and yawned again before they finally reached his apartment. When he glanced back at her and smirked she finally did frown. "Shut up."

Greg didn't respond to her comment but he let the smirk linger for a few moments longer until he reached his door. When it was finally unlocked and opened he stepped back to allow her to enter. When the door was finally closed and locked again he turned to her. "Are you hungry?"

"No. But it's freaking cold in here." Already feeling the chill of his cold apartment Sara crossed her arms over her chest in a poor attempt to warm her bare arms.

He shook his head and began walking to the thermostat. "Go sit on the sofa you baby and I'll turn up the thermostat." She followed his orders and went directly to the sofa. After turning up the air he grabbed the blanket that he had thrown on the chair the night before, and handed it to her. "I know you want it."

"Yea." Gratefully she took the blanket out of his hand and wrapped it around her curled up body. Her shoes had already been removed and placed neatly on the side of the couch while he had walked off.

"Here you go." He handed her the remote for the TV after hitting the power button. "I'll be right back." When she nodded he turned away and walked towards his bedroom. He'd walked back there not to only remove some of his clothing but to make sure everything was somewhat in order. It wasn't that Greg was expecting anything, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

When he had reappeared only moments later Sara smiled. "Aren't you comfortable." He still had on his jeans from earlier but his shoes had been removed and the long sleeve shirt he'd had on was gone and instead he wore a white t-shirt.

Greg sat down next to her and gave her a small smirk. "Well I could take everything off and be even more comfortable."

She only smiled more. "I think this is sufficient." Then the light heartedness faded to be replaced by her troubling experience of the day. "Greg thanks, you know for helping today, and bringing me over. I just know if I had to go back to my apart by myself..." She trailed off not exactly knowing how or wanting to explain how depressed she would have been and would have most likely wound have been crying herself to sleep.

"It's fine." He gave her a soft smile but couldn't bring himself to reach out and comfort her. Neither one of them had mentioned the previous night and that only made it more uncomfortable for him to be in such a close distance to her in his own home. "Really it is. I wanted to help you."

His words is what struck Sara. "You helped Nick too." In fact he had helped the two children who died also yet it was only her that he admitted to helping.

"But I was thinking about you when I asked Grissom for the overtime." When her lips softly turned up in a smile and made something in his chest tighten because she never had smiled at him like that before. He could see in her face what he said had touched her. When she grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his all he wanted to do was reach out to her and remember how he had felt holding her last night.

"Thank you." She whispered softly to him. What she wanted and needed was more than just sitting next to him. Leaning forward slightly she brought her lips against his own and kissed him gently. Once she'd made the first contact her nervousness at initiating it disappeared only because of his immediate response. His lips opened against her and sucked gently on her own and his hand that was holding hers came up to thread through her hair and cradle the back of her head. As he did so his tongue slid past her lips and against her own. Her body wanted closer so she folded her legs under her body which had already been curled against her and leaned forward with a hand propped against his chest.

Greg couldn't not want to touch her more. Not when she obviously felt the same way. Careful not to break the kiss he took his hand out of her hair and brought it down to wrap around her waste and pull her to him. When she seemed to get the hint she crawled the rest of the way over and straddled his legs. Kissing her the night before had been one thing, but her straddling his body and pressed against him was another. He pulled her close against him with the arm that was still wrapped around her waste. The hand that had been entwined with her own only moments before settled on the back of her head, making sure that her lips wouldn't leave his own.

The slow ground testing kiss from before was slowly beginning to disappear and was being replaced by something more demanding. Sara brought her own hands up and ran her fingers through his long strands of blond hair. They went on kissing like this for sometime, both content with the new feeling. Yet it was becoming torturing for Sara and when his arm which had loosened pulled her against him once again she could feel his arousal pressed between her legs and she felt a new rush of feeling. Her body pushed down harder again his own and this time she couldn't help the small sound that came from her throat that probably sounded close to a whimper. Frustration at the feelings building up inside caused her to reach down to the hem of his t-shirt and began pulling it up his body. They separated for only an instant to allow her to pull the shirt over his head. She met his eyes and she saw what she'd never seen in Greg's face before. She knew that in that moment if she let him he'd follow all the way through. It was more exciting than anything and she quickly returned her lips to where they felt like they belonged. When her hands connected to his bare chest she finally felt a sense of relief at being able to touch his bare skin.

What Greg had thought to be close earlier neglected to satisfy him any longer. He'd never be close enough to her unless he was inside of her. He held her firmly against his chest and stood up just enough to lay her on her back and settled down between her legs laying himself on top of her. Reluctantly he tore his lips from her own but quickly placed them near her jaw and began making his way down her neck. One of her hands slid into his hair and he could feel her gently grasping the strands. Perhaps he found the courage or was just to turned on at this point to care but he slid his hand under her shirt and gently brought it over the cup of her bra and slid his thumb over the exposed skin.

Sara let out shaky breath when she realized where his hand was headed and arched her back up slightly in a silent invitation for him to touch her further. His finger toyed with her hardening nipple through the bra while she tried to figure out someway of getting him to remove the offending piece of clothing without having to out right tell him to so or doing it herself. Then he stopped kissing her neck and came back to her lips although when he kissed her this time it was slow and he didn't try once to deepen the kiss. Not only that but his eyes were open and she found herself unable to close her own as she stared back at him. For a moment she feared he was starting to pull away from her especially when his hand began to slide down and away from her breast. Instead he pushed up the underwire with his fingers and cupped her breast. She breathed in deeply and released it as his finger gently pinched her nipple.

Once again Greg pulled away, this time though it was to actually speak. "Sara tell me to stop if I need to. Because if you don't really want me I need to stop."

"What gave you the impression I didn't?" For a moment she tried to push past her lust and listen to him even thought she felt like she would die if he did stop.

"I mean want me, not just sex with me." And he prayed she didn't. He couldn't handle her admitting that perhaps it wasn't a good idea. Because he'd be almost willing to give himself to her for that night if she didn't want a relationship with him because he was just that desperate to want to be with her at least once. He wouldn't though, and every time he would see her it would hurt remember the short time he had with her. Having sex with her would only make that worse.

"If I was looking for just sex I wouldn't go to you, let alone anyone I was friends with or worked with. I do want you, you're the only one that's made me feel like this and I'm not referring to the feeling I have when we're going at it on the couch." She gave him a crooked grin and when he finally cracked a smile she relaxed.

Greg leaned down and kissed her neck. "So," he rolled her nipple gently in his finger, "does that mean I can actually take you on a date now?"

She sighed as he once again began teasing her body. "Maybe." He pinched her nipple harder and bit her ear causing her to gasp involuntarily. "It depends on how convincing you can be."

"I can be very convincing." He sucked apologetically at her ear.

"Show me."

End of chapter 4