After a couple of minutes, Grissom ventured to sneak a peek at Sara. Raising up his head a couple of inches, he caught Sara's own prying eyes on himself. Smiling sheepishly he adjusted his seating position.
"Oh Griss," Sara cooed. She stole upwards, scaring Grissom with the horrible thought of leaving, and quickly forced herself onto his bench. Half sitting on him she whispered, "Well, come on, move over." He didn't budge, "Or do you expect me to sit on you all day?" Wrapping an arm around her waist so that she would not fall off the edge, he smiled into her face.
"Well. . ." He began, smirking at Sara.
"Yea right. In your dreams," She finally managed to scoot Grissom a bit sideways so that her petite backside had enough room on the small bench. "Hmmm," She gloated into his face. Finally, assuming a serious face, she grasped her deserted plate and pushed it towards them. "You don't mind do you?" Putting it between themselves, she nudged Grissom's empty plate to the other side. Away from them. She got a piece of pizza from the plate and held it gingerly in her hands. Putting it up to her face, Sara was ready to take a big bite, but instead, she stopped. Looking at Grissom she smiled. "Well, I was under the impression that we came here to eat..." Grissom focused on her more clearly. Sara knew what he was thinking before he even opened his mouth. "Share mine," Holdingout the pizza that she was about to bite, Sara put it in front of his face, tantalizing him. Sara beamed at her own witty self. Slowly, Grissom's lips curled into a small, tiny little smile. Opening his mouth, he took a bite.
"Hmm, it's good." He showered her with a dazzling smile while slowly chewing up the delicious food.
"Really?" She inquired, and after receiving a nod, took a bite herself. "Ooh, it is good." She exclaimed.
"Told ya," Grissom laughed at Sara's amazement. "Considering you probably haven't ate for ages, this must be like a small piece of heaven for you." 'Oh, it does Griss, it DOES.' Sara quietly thought to herself. They both ate the rest of the piece in silence, basking in the simple pleasure that it gave them. Taking turns biting the fastly decreasing piece. After the first slice was finished, Sara dared to ask.
"Do you want to share another one?" She stepped forward from her steel walls, forward into a blizzard that could either coat her with fluff or smash her to pieces. Deathly afraid of rejection she breathlessly waited for his response.
"No, Sara." And her heart began to crack. "You have to eat, and I keep taking your food." Grissom noticed Sara letting out a deep breath, but let it go. Thinking that there would be another time to talk about it.
"No, Grissom, no you don't!" Sara couldn't believe he was denying her. Sharing one piece with him was better than feeling food in her stomach after long, empty weeks of hungriness and emptiness. It filled up both categories so fully and nicely. Having an even better effect on her than a rich, three course meal could have ever had.
"Ok, how about this," Grissom thought out loud. "You eat one more by yourself, and we'll," He pondered for a second until a brilliant idea hit him, "And then, we'll share the rest." He finished enthusiastically. " How about it?" He gently leaned forward, smiling a brilliant smile. How could she resist?
"Oh Griss," Sara cooed. She stole upwards, scaring Grissom with the horrible thought of leaving, and quickly forced herself onto his bench. Half sitting on him she whispered, "Well, come on, move over." He didn't budge, "Or do you expect me to sit on you all day?" Wrapping an arm around her waist so that she would not fall off the edge, he smiled into her face.
"Well. . ." He began, smirking at Sara.
"Yea right. In your dreams," She finally managed to scoot Grissom a bit sideways so that her petite backside had enough room on the small bench. "Hmmm," She gloated into his face. Finally, assuming a serious face, she grasped her deserted plate and pushed it towards them. "You don't mind do you?" Putting it between themselves, she nudged Grissom's empty plate to the other side. Away from them. She got a piece of pizza from the plate and held it gingerly in her hands. Putting it up to her face, Sara was ready to take a big bite, but instead, she stopped. Looking at Grissom she smiled. "Well, I was under the impression that we came here to eat..." Grissom focused on her more clearly. Sara knew what he was thinking before he even opened his mouth. "Share mine," Holdingout the pizza that she was about to bite, Sara put it in front of his face, tantalizing him. Sara beamed at her own witty self. Slowly, Grissom's lips curled into a small, tiny little smile. Opening his mouth, he took a bite.
"Hmm, it's good." He showered her with a dazzling smile while slowly chewing up the delicious food.
"Really?" She inquired, and after receiving a nod, took a bite herself. "Ooh, it is good." She exclaimed.
"Told ya," Grissom laughed at Sara's amazement. "Considering you probably haven't ate for ages, this must be like a small piece of heaven for you." 'Oh, it does Griss, it DOES.' Sara quietly thought to herself. They both ate the rest of the piece in silence, basking in the simple pleasure that it gave them. Taking turns biting the fastly decreasing piece. After the first slice was finished, Sara dared to ask.
"Do you want to share another one?" She stepped forward from her steel walls, forward into a blizzard that could either coat her with fluff or smash her to pieces. Deathly afraid of rejection she breathlessly waited for his response.
"No, Sara." And her heart began to crack. "You have to eat, and I keep taking your food." Grissom noticed Sara letting out a deep breath, but let it go. Thinking that there would be another time to talk about it.
"No, Grissom, no you don't!" Sara couldn't believe he was denying her. Sharing one piece with him was better than feeling food in her stomach after long, empty weeks of hungriness and emptiness. It filled up both categories so fully and nicely. Having an even better effect on her than a rich, three course meal could have ever had.
"Ok, how about this," Grissom thought out loud. "You eat one more by yourself, and we'll," He pondered for a second until a brilliant idea hit him, "And then, we'll share the rest." He finished enthusiastically. " How about it?" He gently leaned forward, smiling a brilliant smile. How could she resist?