Author's Note: here it is, part two. Something I've noticed, if you'll indulge me: there isn't a great deal of fic focussing on Greg and Sara's physical relationship, but in what I've seen, it's often Greg that seems to be the dominant partner. Now personally, I always thought that it was Sara's dominance and self-possession that attracted Greg to her in the first place, so here they are, poor fictional characters, in a play of mild dominance and submission. Enjoy.

They still hadn't discussed anything yet; this shouldn't be happening. That was what went through Greg's mind as he found himself pressed against the wall of his apartment, Sara's mouth on his. He winced as he tripped over the sneakers he had thrown carelessly by the door the previous day, almost knocking over a lamp as he sought to break his fall.

'I've told you about those before, haven't I?' Sara chided, her hand catching in her lover's hair.

'Yes, mom,' he muttered breathlessly.

They had a system. Never arrive at the same time – always take a slightly different route to work from whichever apartment we end up at… try not to leave at the same time more than three times a week… and so on. It seemed to be working; they had been seeing one another like this for nearly two months now, and no one at work seemed to be any the wiser.

Greg's actual testimony was over inside twenty minutes, but he was stuck at the courthouse until well past the end of shift. As usual, they had planned to meet back at his apartment. Much as Sara's was cleaner, and perhaps more spacious, Greg was always wanting to show her something or listen to something, and besides, his apartment was more homey than hers, something more than a place to sleep and knock back a microwaved meal between shifts. Not that they seemed to be getting a whole lot of sleep these days.

She had heard him standing outside the front door, fiddling to find the right key before slotting it into the lock. She decided to pre-empt him, and after flicking on the kettle padded toward the door and pulled open the latch. However, his key still in the lock, she pulled Greg with it, and he tripped over the threshold, careering into her.

'Err… hi,' he stuttered. 'I thought you'd still be back at the lab.'

'Nah; it got to the end of shift and I felt like making a move.'

'What, you? Miss Workaholic-I-maxed-out-on-overtime-every-month-last-year?'

'That was last year,' she muttered, before continuing seductively, 'now I've got something else to occupy my time.'

'Yeah?' His lips moved into a shy, lopsided smile, and his hands reached for hers. 'Me too.'

'How was court?'

'Boring. Isn't it always? Defense attorney was a complete ass as well… hey!' he looked down to find himself backed against the door, Sara kissing a path from the turn of his jaw to his throat. 'I thought you wanted…'

'Yeah…'

'Nympho.'

She laughed against his neck. 'And you're not?'

'Well, fair point, but still…' he shivered as her hands snaked under his shirt, and he responded by bringing his own to rest at her waist. 'Maybe we shouldn't do this against the door again… I'm pretty sure people can hear…'

'Ahhh, but that's all part of the excitement… the fear of getting caught… you never done it on a plane?'

His suit jacket was on the floor now. 'I don't know how anyone at work can believe you're so prim and proper when really you're so…'

'Kinky?'

'Fucking gorgeous.' He was getting into it now; any thoughts of an earnest discussion had been pushed to the back of his mind.

'Shut up, flatterer.' She caught his earlobe gently between her teeth, and under his shirt her fingers closed around a nipple.

'Hey, I mean it… ahhh…' his mouth was on hers now, her pelvis pressed to his, quite aware of his heightening arousal. 'You just don't know how to take a compliment.'

'And you do? Anyway… this is all beside the point…' her hand slipped into the waistband of his pants, and he gasped. 'Shall we take this elsewhere, Mr Straightedge?'

'Uh uh.'

Sara gripped his hands roughly as Greg made to take off his tie.

'What?'

'I get to do that.' Greg was backed against the bed now, and at her gentle push fell back against the sheets. Straddling him, Sara set her fingers to work at his collar, swiftly removing the strip of silk. Slowly, deliberately, she began unfastening the buttons of his shirt, pressing feather-light kisses against his chest as she worked.

'Hey… not this time,' she chided when she felt his hands working to slip her tank top over her head.

'Why not?' Greg looked at her, uncomprehending.

'Lie back… straight, on the bed.'

'Okay…' Confused, he complied with her request. 'What are you going to do to me? You wanna boss me around in the bedroom as well as at work?'

Sara was rooting around in his closet now. 'So what if I do?' She selected a tie from a hook on the door, then looked back at him. 'Do you ever fold your clothes?'

'Talk about ruining the moment… and yes, actually, I just haven't got round to doing it lately. And whose fault is that?… hey! What are you doing?'

She lay down next to him briefly, drawing him into a kiss. 'Don't you like surprises?'

'Sometimes… it all depends on what's involved… am I going to like this one?'

She looked up at him archly as she continued to work on his buttons. 'Why don't you wait and see?'

'Well…' he raised himself slightly, allowing her to slip the shirt from his shoulders. 'Just so long as it doesn't involve pantyhose and my neck… I'd hate for it to go wrong and then have Grissom come and find my naked…'

'I love it when you're dressed up,' breathed Sara, no longer listening to his ramblings. 'It's just like unwrapping a gift…'

'Yeah?' he replied, rising into her. Sara had pulled his hands above his head now, pinning them to the counterpane beneath her own. 'Maybe I should wear these shirts more often…'

'And even these might come in useful,' she said with a wry smile, holding up the neckties in her hands.

'Hey!' He started, trying to work free of her grip. 'What are you doing…?'

'Shhh.' She pressed a finger to his lips, then followed the finger with her mouth. 'It's all part of the surprise.'

More to come!…