Disclaimer: I do not own CSI

AN: Thousand thanks to Rhee for her beta work! You are the best, thank you so much. Many many thanks to Myra and Lisa for always being there to talk :)

Chapter 29

She couldn't help smiling back at him even brighter now, feeling shivers running through her whole body only because of the look he gave her. She loved this look, it was this 'let's get into bed a.s.a.p.' look. He had already undressed her with his eyes, she knew it, he was imagining her naked on the table. She chuckled softly and his lips formed into a boyish grin, as if he knew what she suspected him to think.

"Private, huh?" She asked when she eventually left her seat.

He only shrugged and remained seated in his chair. "Well, private in terms of not involving anyone else but you and me." He said softly so that no one else but her could hear him.

She smirked and then tilted her head to the side. "I know you're planning to skip breakfast but I am really hungry. And the bad news is that we have to go grocery shopping before we can go home."

"Then we better hurry up." He stood up and smiled softly, then he leaned closer to her and whispered. "Because I really don't want you to starve." When he pulled back again he winked at her and then placed his hand of the small of her back and guided her through the door into the hallway.

Shoving the shopping cart in front of him he absent-mindedly filled it with all sorts of food while she was occupied with returning most of the products back to the shelf again. He did not seem to notice, as usual he would only wonder where his Fruit Loops were when he'd want to eat them once in a month, if ever. She grinned at herself, Fruit Loops; Grissom actually bought Fruit Loops - or at least attempted to buy them.

"Would you like cereal?" He asked after a while and ripped her out of her thoughts.

She turned to him, wondering for a second what had made him think of cereal while they were standing in front of tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, salad and zucchinis, but then told herself that he had at least thought of cereal and not of sausages or steaks. "Uhm, yeah." She nodded.

"I'll get it for you." He offered and disappeared behind the shelves.

She chuckled; oh yeah, he had just been searching for a chance to get away from the vegetables. She had to confess, grocery shopping with her was not easy and she admired him for owning the mental strength to survive it. She had the habit to always calculate the total price - and when he did not remember to tell her how much the product he had just put into the cart costs she really could get harsh sometimes; she also had a system of how to place in the goods and she could get really snappy when someone disorganized this system, Grissom had to learn this the hard way.

She decided to buy tomatoes, cucumbers and carrots - Grissom sometimes called her 'his little rabbit' because she really had a thing for carrots.

Suddenly she felt his hands slipping around her waist and then he leaned his chest against her back. His beard tickled the skin of her neck when he lowered his face to brush his lips over her jawline.

A bright smile built up on her lips and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck.

Then he put the cereals package into the cart, regarding her system for his own benefit. "Four twenty-two." He told her softly and kissed her on her cheek.

Makes forty dollars and eighty-nine cents in total so far. She turned around to face him and slipped her arms around his neck. She let her lips meet his in an affectionate kiss, feeling his hands traveling south over her back. She moaned into his mouth when he pressed her closer against him.

"Can we go home now?" He asked with a mixture of desire and plea in his eyes.

She smirked and kissed him softly. "I still need apples, pears, cherries and strawberries and we need new candles and, uhm, wine or champagne?"

"Whatever you like the best." He whispered and brushed his lips over hers.

"I love it when you say that." She let her lips meet his for a second, feeling him chuckle against her chest. She smiled, then pulled away and turned her attention back to shopping. "Next stop apple shelf."

She took over shoving the cart while he walked next to her with his one arm resting around her waist.

They had reached a point at which they had stopped caring whether or not someone would find out about their relationship; especially he had stopped caring about this. He had already shown her in the past eleven months that his job was no longer more important to him than her, but in the past two weeks it seemed to her as if he had completely stopped caring about his career. Maybe it was because he had realized that with turning fifty in a little more than three months he would finish the second third of his lifetime, maybe he realized that there were things which were more important than career and science. The fact that she was obviously so much more important to him still made her shiver from happiness whenever she thought about it.

When she stopped to get the apples he also slipped his other arm around her waist. She leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes for a moment. Feeling his lips travel over her neck again she realized that doing the grocery shopping before relieving the sexual tension that had been building up between them in the last twenty four hours had probably not been the best idea.

"You know, even though you can be really annoying during grocery shopping, there is no one else with whom I would enjoy doing it as much as I enjoy doing it with you." He whispered into her ear.

She chuckled. "Really? Wow, I think this was the nicest compliment I ever got during grocery shopping."

He laughed softly. "So, anything nice you would want to say about me too?" He slipped his hands up to her shoulders and began massaging her gently.

"Hmm…" She moaned softly. "Let me think." She teased him.

"You need to think about that?" he asked with played shocked voice.

"Well Babe, maybe we should put this conversation on hold until we return home."

"You need that long to find something nice to say about me?" He turned her around so that she was facing him.

A little surprised about this she gasped loudly, causing the grin on his lips to brighten up even more. "You might want to reconsider your answer if it was going to be a 'yes'." He winked.

Sniggering she leaned her forehead against his. "Okay, something nice to say about you…" She brushed her lips over his to tease him even more. "…something…" Her lips met his for a very brief moment. "…nice…" She felt how his grasp tightened on her hips. "You are the only person whom I would allow to interfere with my 'placing-in system'. Which does not mean that you should let that become a habit."

His lips crashed hers a little harshly, but that was just how she liked it, loved it… she loved these little moments in which the usually so gentle Gil Grissom couldn't bare down the need for relentless sex any longer. These were the moments in which he completely gave up controlling himself, moments in which he was completely opening his soul to her, with all the dark secrets and desires.

Leaning over him she placed several soft kisses on his neck, then traced his jawline with her lips until she reached his chin and worked her way up to his lips.

When they had returned home the decision to skip breakfast had quickly been made, the sexual hunger had outranged the need to eat.

His hand traveled over her bare back, pressing her down on him while his eyes were closed and he was still trying to recover from the last minutes.

"That was one of my fantasies." She whispered into his ear after a while.

He opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Really?"

"Yeah," Her lips found his again for several tender kisses. "To be honest, every minute we're spending in bed is the realization of one of my fantasies." She ran her hand over his chest. "What are your fantasies?"

His smile changed into a smirk for a moment and he ran his one hand through her hair, brushing it back behind her ear. "I fantasize about a lot of things when it comes to you." He confessed.

"For example?" She threw an asking, but cute, look at him.

"Simple things, like washing my clothes together with yours, listening to your singing while you're taking a shower, being able to run my hands over your skin," He turned her on her back and supported his weight on his right arm so that he was able to lean over her. "Or…"

"Or?" She arched her left eyebrow. Expecting him to say something not so youth free his answer surprised her just as much as it made her laugh.

"Doing grocery shopping with you."

TBC