His mouth hanging slightly open, he couldn't help but stare. As she didn't seem to mind, she placed an open hand on his blushing cheek and asked him to get her bag for her. Turning round' and picking up the bag, he handed it to her and watched as she went into the bedroom to dress, dropping her towel in the doorway and when he saw her naked form he admonished himself and his nether regions for his naughty thoughts and his body's involuntary response to seeing the beads of water glistening on her bare back and elsewhere.

Searching through her bag, Sara growled when she realized that she had neglected to pack any underthings. Her shirt on, covering her "down there", she stood in the doorway and called out to Jim.

"Where do you keep your boxers? I forgot my dainties."

Moving form the couch, he got up and in his room, he opened the top drawer of his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of nice flannel boxers with a button on the fly, lest he see her "down there" and get all sorts of other naughty ideas. Much to his surprise, when she finally emerged from his room she was clad only in her t-shirt and the provided boxers. A quizzical look on his face, Jim raised an eyebrow.

"You keep parading around here like that and I might get all sorts of not so wholesome thoughts." He said huskily

Grinning, she replied.

"It wouldn't be the first time, now would it?"

"Um…..no." he said, blushing

"Same here." She said, rubbing his back which was now turned to her

Hearing this and try as he might, he couldn't get the stream of endless possibilities out of his mind. Returning to the kitchen, he dished out the soup, set out the salad and placed the artichokes in bowls, accompanied by an empty bowl for the leaves and one with melted butter. The set up was nicely laid out and as they sat down for their meal Sara took a nice ling whiff of the soup and smiled.

"Smells divine."

"You should try it. It's my own special recipe, perfected over many courses of trial and error. But I think I finally think I got it right."

Spoon in hand, she took a taste and let out a small moan. "God, if soup does that to her I wonder what I could………….BAD JIM!" he thought to himself. He ate slow, as he spent quite a bit of time watching Sara enjoying her meal, and BOY, did she seem to be enjoying it. "If she moans like that from artichokes, I wonder what else…………BAD, BAD JIM!" he thought to himself. For the rest of the meal Jim spent quite a bit of time trying to push thoughts of Sara in various states of undress as well as quite a few scenarios that involved the both of them in bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter, in the hallway, on the dining room table and other sturdy surfaces doing all sorts of things that would no doubt result in bliss for at least one of them, if not hopefully both……."Oh, the possibilities" he thought to himself. True, it had been a while since Jim had "been" with anyone, but he had never had any complaints from any of his previous partners, so he was confident that the same would apply if things went the way he found himself hoping they would.

For her part, Sara wasn't making things any easier on him, playing footsie under the table and even stretching her legs out and resting them on his thigh. The way she stripped the meat from the artichoke leaves was just plain evil in his opinion. Her eyes closed, licking her lips before putting it into her mouth, the way she slowly and seductively pulled it from her mouth and the way she licked the juice and butter from her fingers after dropping the naked leaf in the provided bowl. As she finished her soup, salad and artichoke, she rested her elbows on the table and watched Jim eat his nearly untouched meal. By the time he got to his soup it was nearly cold and as for the artichoke, well he gave that a miss all together. They sat at the table for a bit and discussed what they'd do next when Jim stopped short of suggesting they jump into bed and make each other scream for dear life. Instead, he suggested the film he'd set up and as he went to change into something more comfortable and less restrictive Sara made herself comfy on the couch. When he came back he was dressed in a pair of old sweats and a Colorado Avalanche t-shirt. Sitting beside her, he patted his lap and Sara, her back to the arm rest, propped her feet up as Jim covered their laps with the throw from the back of the couch.

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It all started with a muscle cramp in Jim's left leg from Sara's feet in his lap for so long. Directing him to swing around, he did and was rewarded with a deep tissue rub that started on his calf then worked it's way down to the arch of his foot, ball and heel then back up his calf and up his thigh, dangerously close to his ever growing manhood which was becoming harder and harder (no pun intended) to conceal. Seeing the proof of his body's reaction to her touches, Sara just smiled and winked. Leaning in and whispering in his ear, her words made Jim's eyes pop wide open and his mouth gape, a bit of drool inadvertently dribbling from the corner.

"I got a crazy idea. Let's go to bed."

Pulling back, she continued.

"…..And not to sleep."

Without word one, Jim got up, shut off the tellie and hot footed it into the bedroom, taking a flying leap and landing on his side, patting the spot beside him. Slowly, Sara sauntered in and sat beside him. Facing him, sitting Indian style, she raised a halting finger.

"First, let's get a few things straight." She said in a serious tone

"Ok, shoot." Jim said, knowing that the ground rules were being set

For a moment Sara collected her thoughts and after about a minute or so she began.

"First, I'm a biter and I love to be bitten, but given our jobs we've got to be discreet."

"Agreed."

"Secondly, I like it rough. Sometimes I like to be restrained and other times I like to restrain the other person."

"Understood."

"Thirdly, communication is very important. If you want me to do something, just tell me, and fourth and most importantly, NO in through the out door. Understood?"

"Completely. Now a few of my rules." Jim said assertively

"Ok."

"No ripping out of the chest hair. I know it's an odd request, but I've had problems with that before."

"Ok"

"Secondly, feel free to spank me if you feel the need."

"Same here"

"Third and probably most importantly, its been a while, so be patient. I know its like riding a bike, but I haven't done that since I was fifteen, savvy?"

"Don't worry, I'm very patient and receptive to just about anything, save for rule four."

"Understood."

The terms having been set and both parties fully intending to respect each other's boundaries, they lay down, Sara's head on Jim's chest as he rubbed her back and she snaked her hand up under his shirt and rubbed his chest. For now they were just touching, exploring each other's bodies. Light touches and other soft contact. They continued like that, worshipping, as it were, each other's bodies until Sara tilted her head up to meet Jim's lips in a kiss that made her toes curl. His hands lightly placed on her cheeks drawing her closer to him. It was like he was making love to her with his mouth and tongue.

His right hand reaching down to rest on her waist, pulling her closer, he could feel the heat from her body as she grabbed hold of his love handle and gripped probably a bit harder than her would have expected, as the sensation of her nails on his skin elicited a deep moan that she could feel all through her body.

Almost as the fates were stacked against them, Jim growled as the phone rang and as he parted briefly to see the caller ID, he hissed.

"Grissom!"