ScullyAsTrinity's A/N: Raise your hand if you want to look at Grissom's turgid manhood with wide, doe eyes? CMON! RAISE EM!

Back at the hotel, Grissom and Sara were preparing to make up.

He looked at her, his eyes clouded with unspent lust, licking his lips. She looks like a five course meal, he thought. I'm going to devour her.

"I'd like to... I don't know if this is too much..."

"Spit it out, Grissom," she said, moving from the shadows, the deep blood-red lingerie clinging to her sensuous curves. "Spit it out, baby."

"I'd like to tie you up, or handcuff you, or blindfold you." He said quickly, holding out the objects he had just mentioned. "It's about trust, do you trust me enough?"

"Of course I do, but let's save that for later." Sara sauntered up right in front of him. "Tonight I want to have my wicked way with you."

Grissom shuddered with pleasure. He moved forward and took her lithe, tall, skinny, frame into his hands. Deeply, he kissed her, touching her tonsils. I've never loved hockey so much! he thought, as his fingers passed through her silky tresses. "Oh, I want to take you to bed."

"So do it," she mumbled, her honey voice husky between them.

Grissom dipped and, though he never worked out, had bowed legs and knee problems, he hoisted her into his arms, threw his non-existent hair out of his eyes, tilted his head back and carried her to the bedroom much in the manner of a harlequin romance novel. Laying her out on the bed, he was sure to kiss every bit of her luxurious skin. It was so delicious, spicy and sensuous. It tasted nothing like the decomp she had worked recently.

Though he'd only been toying with her long, lithe, lithe body for a few seconds, she was unbearably ready for him. Sara gasped and sat up. "God, I want you with me now!"

"Of course, honey. I love you."

Sara smiled and lay back on the bed. "I'm so glad you said that, we surely couldn't have had sex unless you had."

"We're about to make love, Sara," he chided, a delicate hand on her cheek. "Not have sex." And with that, he lowered the zipper on his pants, tore off his shirt and displayed himself, bare for her except for his exceptionally sexy black, silk boxers.

"Can I help you with those, lover?" Sara asked, then sat up and moved forward on hands and knees, divesting him of the material. The boxers were gone and he was unbearably bare before her, an expanse of tan, smooth, smooth skin.

"Oh my GOD, Gil! You're so big," Sara gasped, looking at his gigantic pulsating man-rod of love. She shimmied forward on the bed and looked down at it. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to adjust to his enormously thick member.

That was sure to leave her sore.

"Can I touch it?" she asked sweetly and he nodded. Leaning down, she wrapped her hand around him. It seared the skin of her palm; it amazed her. She was such an eager little student, wanting to know how to make him happy.

Grissom gasped, "Do that any longer and this will be over all too soon, since it's been a few seconds."

He positioned himself over her quickly. Grissom plunged into her tight tightness, her burning tunnel of love. She was so tight; a muted gasp came from Sara. She was trying not to scream but he was just so monstrously big. He pushed into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her; that was the very last thing that he wanted.

"OH! GIL!"

Grissom screeched like a hyena. "SARA, MY LITTLE BUTTERFLY!" he coughed. "I wanna set you free!" He thrust hard. "Free!" Another thrust. "Free!"

"Yes, yes, deeper! Release me from my pleasure-net! Or my PLEASURE GARDEN... whichever you prefer!"

It was seconds, it was minutes, it was hours... and after a while, Sara turned her head towards the clock and gauged the time. We've been going at it for five hours? He's a stallion.

Just then, she looked into his eyes. What she saw there was passionate and amazing and it made her insides turn to putty.

Sara splintered apart into a million pieces once... and then again and again, as Grissom pushed his steel silkiness into her deep cavernous depths. He watched her face contort in pleasure and the sheer beauty made his thick, wide, long manroot explode like Mount St. Helens, spewing red-hot man-seed into her waiting body.

That was too much – the tsunami-orgasm wracking her body – and she passed out, saying his name on a sigh.

Later, much later, she awoke, her soft, warm body spooned up tightly against Grissom's. It was perfect, it was heaven, and with the sun rising over the hills of Vegas, she thought that just maybe... she could stay that way forever.

Forever and ever and a day.

When her eyes fluttered to Grissom, he was already awake and staring down at her, holding out a mug of coffee and a huge plate of every breakfast food on the planet. "Hey gorgeous, how did you sleep?" He didn't bother asking her if she was all right even though she had lost consciousness hours before.

Sara grinned and kissed him. "Wonderfully. I've never ever slept that deeply or that long." Then a blush arose on her cheeks.

"What?" Grissom asked, voice full of worry. "What's wrong, my precious ladybug?"

"Nothing," she replied, embarrassed. "That was just the first time... I've ever... orgasmed."

"You were so beautiful last night, honey... baby, sweetheart, Sara..." Grissom paused and looked down at his hands. "So... wanna get married?"

"Sure," she said, knocking the food and beverage out of his hands to tackle him onto the floor with a hug. "Oh Gil Grissom, that one night of passion has convinced me you're not such an asshat anymore! Surely I will marry you!"

"You're amazing!"

"Can we have a huge reception and invite people that none of us have heard of? Oh, and we'll have to dance a ton, although I'm fairly certain that neither of us dance... at all. Ever."

Grissom sighed and spooned her again, this time on the floor. "Oh hon, it'll be wonderful. And we'll invite Cat and Rick and Greg and Doc and Jim and your older brother, Nick."

He was toying with her hair and she, of course, was snuggling into him, not minding that the rug was very itchy. "Maybe I can sing! I have an amazing singing voice."

"That… my dear, is a fantabulous idea."

She grinned and rolled onto him. "You know what's a better idea?" He shook his head. "Doing something about this."

After their spell of passionate lovemaking on the floor, Grissom reached up to the bedside table where a ring box had been placed by a drive-by plot hole. He presented it to her; and she glowed much like the nineteen-carat emerald-cut platinum ring did.

He slipped it on her finger and she giggled. "This is so wonderful," she sighed, truly thrilled that all of her dreams were finally coming true.