Oodles of thanks to everyone who is reading and especially to everyone who has reviewed. Sorry I haven't updated for a few days. Don't you just hate when real life gets in the way.
Anywho, I sold my comic book collection, but $5 wasn't enough to buy them, so I still don't own them.
Chapter Twelve
On the way to Grissom's house, Sara had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He couldn't help but stare at her; she was so close to him, leaning on him for support. It pleased Grissom to know that she felt safe and comfortable with him. As they arrived at their destination, he knew he had to wake her up. "Sara? We're here honey. Let's get you inside and to bed."
"Sorry," she spoke, yawning. "I must've dozed off. Didn't mean to use you as a pillow, Gris."
"It was truly my pleasure."
Grissom led her out of the patrol car, grabbed her bag and they walked hand-in-hand to the front door.
Slowly making her way through the entranceway, Sara couldn't help but notice the clean linen scent of his home, almost as if he'd had it cleaned professionally. Not what she imagined as a bachelor pad; but Grissom wasn't the typical bachelor. She spent the next few minutes surveying her surroundings. She had been here before, but it's been a few years. The sofa was new; definitely more inviting than the small leather one she sat on three years ago. Also, the kitchen was different.
Grissom noticed her gazing at his kitchen. "Yes, I've done some remodeling. I had the wet bar put in last year and all the appliances upgraded." Slowly walking down the hallway, Grissom motioned for Sara to follow him. "I used to have three bedrooms on this floor, but I tore a wall out between two bedrooms to make one big master bedroom with a master bath."
Sara followed him through a double doorway to the master bedroom. It was beautiful; tastefully decorated in deep blues. All of the furniture was coordinated to match; she never thought of Grissom to have a flair for interior decorating. "This room is beautiful, Gris. I'll have to hand it to you. I never would've imagined your home to look this extraordinary."
"I like to surround myself with beauty, why do you think I asked you to move to Vegas?"
Sara smiled her gap-toothed smile at him and continued to scan the room, just as she had done hundreds of times at various crime scenes. Instantly, her gaze fell upon a beautiful fireplace residing at the back wall. She noticed a single photo resting there. As she slithered over to take a closer look, her heart unexpectedly skipped a beat. Staring back at her was a lovely, framed picture of her and Grissom from the week they first meeting in San Francisco.
Grissom recognized what had caught her eye. "Remember that? The university threw a party for the entomologist convention. A very sheik, black-tie event. I wasn't going to even bring a date, but I remember Philip Gerrard telling me to find the brightest young female scientist taking my seminar and ask her."
"Of course I remember. I signed up for one of your seminars early in the week just because I was curious about the whole bug thing. Afterwards, I checked the schedule and signed up for all the seminars you were giving. God Gris, I was so entranced by you; everything about you; your confidence, arrogance about the subject matter, the gracefulness of the way you worked the classroom, your eyes. Imagine my jubilation when you asked me to accompany you to the ball. I thought I was the luckiest girl alive."
"You looked stunning in that red dress. I had to get the picture because I always wanted to remember the witty girl with the beautiful smile who seemed to write down everything I said and question every theory I presented."
"Gris, I need to show you something," she declared, as she fumbled through her purse and pulled out a wallet-size picture. "I had to get the picture as well. I keep it with me to remember that time in my life."
They both stood there in front of the fireplace smiling; knowing that each of them had kept the same picture for over six years. It seemed as though they were both caught up in the moment; reminiscing of the short time they spent in each other's company six years ago.
Sara's trip down memory lane was cut short as she noticed the huge six person Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room. "Oh, that looks inviting. I was gonna ask if I could use your shower, but I may have to rethink that."
"Oh the Jacuzzi. I had that put in last year. I'm afraid my old bones don't recover quite as quickly as they used to. That tub is a Godsend."
"Old bones, I've never seen anyone do as much walking, squatting, crawling, and lifting as you."
"And I ache a little more everyday. Of course you can use the Jacuzzi. I was going to let you have the master bedroom anyway. The bed is very comfortable, and I felt the room would be more inviting to you than my guest room."
"Gris, I'm not going to kick you out of your bedroom. The guestroom will be fine."
"No, I insist. You've been through a terrible ordeal, all my fault might I add, and I won't let you be uncomfortable. I'll get your bag."
When Grissom emerged with the overnight bag, Sara was filling up the tub. "Thank you for the room, the Jacuzzi, the company."
"My pleasure. Have a wonderful bath, I'll be in the kitchen trying to make us a little dinner."
After Grissom departed, Sara undressed and lowered her aching body into the alluring water. The hot water felt so tantalizing on her skin, almost orgasmic. When she turned on the jets, she let out a loud moan that embarrassed her, as she was sure Grissom heard it. While the pulsating water scurried across her flesh, she thought of how wonderful it would be to have him in here with her. Her mind was occupied with all the things she could do to him. She felt the fire build deep within her as she closed her eyes and wandered deep into fantasyland.
After an extremely pleasurable twenty minutes, the jets ceased and the room grew quiet. The sound of the silence woke Sara from her relaxing voyage through dreamland. She washed the remaining soap from her body, washed and rinsed her hair, and hoisted herself out of the invigorating water. She clutched one of the towels Grissom had brought for her and wrapped it around her dripping wet body. "Oh, so soft," she murmured, as she ran the plush white towel over her glistening flesh. The feel of the towel almost tickled her skin as she imagined the same plush, white towel covering Grissom's naked body. She found herself lost for an instance in a moment that only existed in her mind. She was hastily brought back to reality as she heard music pumping from the living room. There was still a satisfying smile on her face as she mouthed to herself, 'Sara, you need to relax, girl and stop fantasizing about the man. I may need a cold shower now. I'll just get dressed, that'll help." Without delay, she opened the overnight bag to see what Catherine had packed. 'Something comfortable, I hope…Ah, here we go. A nice pair of sweats and a tank top, perfect.'
After dressing, Sara looked at the rest of the clothes that Catherine had packed. She was pleased to find just your ordinary everyday leisure clothes; nothing over-the-top as she would've guessed from Catherine. There was something that caught her eye at the bottom of the bag. It was a small red box. There was a note on the box:
Just in case the opportunity presents itself. --- Love Cath
Upon opening the box, Sara couldn't help but giggle; Catherine had bought her a very sexy one-piece red nightie. It had lace in the front, an open back, and a garter set with red-laced stockings. As Sara held it up to her body, she noticed that the garment had two round cut outs with under wire, where she assumed her breasts were supposed to show through, and as if that wasn't enough, it was crotch less. She had never in her life even entertained the idea of wearing something like this; much less sporting something of this variety for Grissom. She pondered intimately, 'Wonder if this would flip his switch? Probably send him running out the door. Or maybe, he's into this sorta thing. No way not Grissom. I couldn't…I shouldn't wear this, or should I…'
OK, I know, but I had to write it. I'm a sucker for a little romance. I will be busy the rest of the weekend, but maybe I can update Sunday night. Thanks for reading and please, if you get a chance, shoot me a review.