A/N: Another chapter, full of…well, I wouldn't say sadness, per se, but definitely angst. Usual disclaimer, and I'm sorry this chapter's so short!
Chapter 16- Iris Part 2
"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cuz I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your light
But sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"
Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls
Sara awoke slowly, her mind reeling as she tried to identify the strange room. The sheets next to her moved and Greg sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Suddenly, Sara remembered. After talking well into the morning, they had decided to take a nap. Greg had insisted that he'd take the couch, but she had insisted he needed the bed, so in the end they had decided to share it.
Greg smiled at her. "Never thought I'd be waking up with you next to me."
Sara blushed, then stammered, "It…we…I mean…"
Greg laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Sorry, I guess I kinda killed the moment, huh?"
Sara shrugged as she shook out her hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. "I've had guys say worse things in bed."
"It's just…" Greg started, then stopped.
"What?" prodded Sara.
"Well, I've never had a girl in my bed before," said Greg, blushing deeply and not meeting her eyes.
Her mouth dropped open and, before she could stop herself, she exclaimed, "You've never slept with a girl?" He shrugged and nodded. "But…but you told me you lost your virginity when you were twenty-two," she said, trying not to sound accusing.
He shrugged again. "I lied."
"Why?" she asked. "Why would you lie to me?" She looked at him for a half a second and said, "I really can't believe you haven't had sex."
Smiling bitterly in an attempt to make the situation lighter, Greg said quietly, "Sorry, being ass-raped by your father can do that to a guy."
Looking as if she had been slapped in the face, Sara stood to leave. "Wait, I'm sorry," said Greg, reaching out a hand to stop her. She stopped and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"God, I'm an idiot. It's all so new to me, you know?" he said quietly, idly tracing the sheets with his finger. "I've never told anyone except for you, and, well, Grissom guessed it, but, well…I don't know what to say or do."
Sitting back down on the bed, Sara took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Greg, you don't have to say or do anything. Just be yourself, because…" She trailed off, unsure how to finish that thought.
"Because why?" prompted Greg, raising an eyebrow at her.
Much to her embarrassment, she blushed, then to try to cover for it, she stammered quickly, "I have to go."
"Sara!" he called, standing and going after her as she fled the room. He caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Sara."
She whirled around, glaring at him. "What do you want from me, Greg?"
He stared at her for just a second before kissing her, deeply and passionately, the fire of the moment erupting in their kiss. It was not a sweet kiss; it was a hard, demanding, angry kiss. When it was done, they broke apart, but barely moved more than a few inches apart.
"Because why?" repeated Greg, his dark eyes searching hers.
"Because…" she started, staring up at him. "Because I love you just the way you are."
Greg grinned. "You love me? Really?" He leaned in to kiss her again, but she placed her fingers over his mouth.
"Greg…we can't. I can't."
He pulled away, frowning slightly. "But…"
She cut him off. "Greg, we can't have a relationship. We just…can't."
Hurt flashed deep in his eyes, and he nodded, slowly. "Fine," he said shortly.
He turned to leave, but paused when Sara spoke. "Greg…" He half-turned. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah," he said quietly, turning away again. "Me too."
A/N: Aw, poor Greggo! Why doesn't anything ever go right for him? But fear not, he may have a trick or two up his sleeve...