Sara made a face at Grissom as he continued to fuss over her blankets. She was sitting in a wheelchair and he was standing next to her. They were both getting ready to be released. . They had arranged to stay together in Grissom's townhouse and had invited Nick to stay with them. He had declined but agreed to drive them to and from work. He needed to be at home because of 'pressing business.' Sara's apartment building didn't have a very good elevator, so it was decided that Grissom would be Sara's legs, and she would be his arms.

After Nick got them settled into Grissom's apartment, he went home and they were left to their own devices. They sat awkwardly for a moment, but then Sara spied something that caught her attention. "You have an entire bookcase of Forensic magazines!" She asked Grissom excitedly.

"Of course," he replied. "I thought you knew that?"

Sara shot him a look and dove into the magazines. Grissom chuckled and grabbed a book.

A few hours later, Sara realized that she was hungry. She looked up and heard Grissom's stomach growl as well. She laughed easily and rolled herself over to the kitchen. "Do you have anything in here besides insects dipped in something, Bugman?" she asked playfully, and Grissom got up.

" I think I have some pasta...if you'd like me to boil some?" He heard a thump and a clashing of metal.

"Nope! I found it! I'll just start the water boiling..." Sara did as good as her word and wheeled back into the living room. She sat there for a moment and then growled. "This is ridiculous! I can't do this! She slowly began to push herself out of her chair.

"Sara," Grissom said, "I'm not sure if you should do that..."

"Nonsense! I think Nick left the crutches by the door." Grissom started to go get them but Sara determinedly hopped over and picked them up. She stood there unsteadily for a moment, but then gained her balance and leaned on them. She smiled brightly and Grissom scowled at her. She hobbled over to him, and stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Then she turned around and put some pasta into the boiling water. "Do you want me to cook you something with meat?"

Grissom shook his head. "No, I'm not that mean.."

Sara smiled at him yet again. He wasn't used to her being this happy all the time, and it was a little hard to adjust to. She was stirring the pot of pasta when he decided that he wanted to be as happy as she was. He also knew exactly what it was that would make him ecstatic. Quietly he walked up behind her and wrapped his good arm around her waist. He felt her stiffen slightly, but then she relaxed into him. He put his chin on her shoulder and whispered quietly into her ear. "Sara, I think that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I know that I haven't been forthcoming with you in a very long time, but...honey...you mean the world to me."

Sara's eyes teared up and she interlaced her fingers with his on her stomach, continuing to stir the pot. Grissom tilted his head a little and kissed her neck, making her gasp. "Grissom?" She asked, unsure of what he was doing. He just smiled, continuing his ministrations. Never stopping, he took the spoon from her grasp and put it on the counter. Carefully, mindful of their injuries, he turned her around to face him.

"Sara, this is something that I should have done long ago. Slowly, he put his hand on the side of her neck, and slowly drew her into his essence. Their lips met, their hearts met, Their souls met. That moment was possibly the most perfect moment in either of their lives. He pulled away and looked into her open chocolate eyes. She smiled shakily and leaned towards him again. This kiss was more passionate, their lips crashed like waves upon the beach. Their tongues twined around each others.

Sara was the one to break away. She turned around again and turned off the burner. Grissom moved out of her way and let her do her thing with the draining.

"Sara, can you go sit down? There's something I want to do with the pasta.." Sara obligingly moved out of his way, but did not sit down. While he was adding spices and olive-oil to the pasta, Sara began to kiss his neck and then began to suck on his earlobe. She smiled when she heard his guttural moan. "Sara...Sara...I need to put the food into dishes..." Sara sighed and moved out of his way. "If you go sit at the table..."

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"God Grissom! What did you do to this pasta! It's...orgasmic!" Sara exclaimed, blushing at her description.

Grissom smirked. "Maybe that was the point?" he said playfully. Sara snorted and finished her dinner. Grissom finished at about the same time, and took her plate with his. Sara heard some clinking and he returned with a piece of cheesecake and two spoons. He went over and sat on the couch. "Mmm, doesn't this look good..." he said, taking a small bite of it into his mouth. Sara gaped for a minute and then hobbled over to join him. She lowered herself down to face him and grabbed a spoon possessively. She took a spoonful of cheescake onto her spoon and sensuously lifted it to Grissom's mouth. He took it in and slowly enjoyed it. He then did the same for her. They continued like this for some time, alternately eating for themselves and then feeding the other person. When there was nothing left on the plate Grissom put it aside and looked up. He moved towards her and kissed the side of her mouth. He fell back a moment later and smiled. "You had some on you face..."

Sara leaned over and kissed Grissom passionately. When she sat back they were both panting. " You didn't." She grinned.

The End

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