Sara had put the dishes in the sink and grabbed a new scrubby pad and began to wash them off.

"Just leave them in the sink, I'll get them later."

Grissom offered, but she kept going anyway, cleaning the dishes as if she hadn't heard him. Grissom sat in his chair and watched her. He thought of the four weeks worth of shifts he missed with her. The four weeks worth of mornings that they playfully argued over cooking and dishes. Grissom stood and walked up to her, standing behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and nestled his scruffy beard into her neck. She flinched slightly when the scratchy whiskers scraped across her skin. Initially he was happy to just hold her tight..but it wasn't long until it wasn't enough. He pushed his hands under the hem of her shirt and began to run them across her stomach. One set of fingertips sneaking their way up to one of her breasts. Sara smiled and tried to focus on cleaning the dishes still in the sink. But when she felt the pressure behind her, she knew the rest of the dishes would have to wait.

"I missed you."

"I can tell."

Grissom began to kiss her neck while his hands roamed. Sara leaned her head back into him and placed her hands on the counter for support when she felt one of his hands push their way into her pants. Sara bit her lip to muffle her moan.

Good god I missed this man's hands.

She smiled when she felt his hips grind against her, pushing into her from behind, forcing her center into his hand where he met her waiting there as well. The motion of his hips and lips in sync, there was no escaping him from any direction. Sara arched her back and pushed her rear into his lap and the grunt that left his lips reverberated into her shoulder.

They felt like a pair of horny college kids going at it with their clothes still on. The urgency of needing each other was adding to the intensity, both of them too busy at the moment to stop and remove the clothing that hindered them from what they really wanted. She couldn't remember the last time he'd been this way. Her mind raced to their earlier days when he just couldn't get enough, and truthfully, neither could see.

Maybe we did need this sabbatical.

She felt his teeth graze against her neck when he opened his mouth wider to kiss her. She could feel his jaw shudder as he was doing his best to slow himself down. Sara reached her hand around to grab him, but he pulled his lowered hand and spun her to face him instead. The blue of his eyes were so dark… so clear… searching hers hoping to find the same need in hers that he had in his.

Sara leaned into him and kissed his lips. It wasn't long before his hands went to work frantically pushing her pants to the ground, snapping the thin strap of her panties on accident along the way. Sara's fingers worked quickly to push the buttons through the small slits of his button up shirt before pushing it off his arms onto the ground behind him. He grabbed her hips tightly and hiked her up onto the counter, quickly nestling his own hips in between her legs. Their kisses were sloppy and rushed, the adrenaline pumping from weeks of an unsatisfied need. Sara wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs as she flicked open his belt and tugged his pants open. She moved her lips to his neck below his beard as she slid her hand into his briefs and stroked him firmly. He couldn't help his hips from bucking into her hand when he felt her fingers clasped around him. He waited four weeks to be with this woman again and he wasn't about to blow it all away in her hands. He pulled her closer to him prompting Sara to let go and wrap her arms around his neck. Within a moment, Grissom had Sara hoisted on his hips and he was waving his hand across the front of the fridge, sending magnets and take out flyers sailing across the floor. Sara braced herself with one hand in his hair and the other around his neck while she felt the cold metal of the fridge press up against her back. Grissom, acting as if he were 20 again, supported Sara with one arm while the other braced his thrusts by holding onto the top of the fridge. Her legs wrapped around his waist were a big help as she bounced against him. Sara felt that each thrust would send her over the edge, her body tingling with excitement just to have him in her arms again. His face was buried in her chest, blowing hot air against her breasts as he drove into her. Sara was lost in middle, stuck between the cold steel against her back, and the heat of Grissom pressed to her front. Her hands raked through the curls of his hair, gripping at his neck when she felt her walls tighten around him. Grissom gripped the fridge tighter, helping him pull into her for his final moments. As small moans left Sara's lips, he could feel the tips of her fingers dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders. Hearing her moment wash over her, Grissom smiled against her chest and worked to catch his breath.

He was holding her against the fridge gently when they finished. He was still attempting to catch his breath and Sara was pushing away her hair from her face, both of them chuckling at the silliness and awkwardness of it all. When he let Sara down gently back on her feet, Grissom lowered to pick up his pants and pull them back up to his waist. They had managed to work themselves around his ankles in the shuffle to the fridge. The shirt Sara was still wearing was long enough to cover her tidbits while she went to grab her pants and panties from the floor. When she came to the crumbled garment next to the cabinet, she held them up with the tip of her finger, glaring at Grissom.

"Did you have to rip them?"

Grissom grimaced when he saw her hold them up by her index finger. This wasn't the first casualty of her wardrobe, but he puffed his chest at the thought of hoping it wouldn't be the last either. Nonetheless, she never found it as entertaining as he did. He bit his lip while he tucked himself back into his pants.

"Sorry."

Sara could only shake her head and do her best to hide her smirk. While she knew he never did it on purpose, it wasn't lost on her that he had some enjoyment when it happened. Some sign of a primal urge that he just couldn't contain and clothing was the acceptable sacrifice to keep it at bay. Sara tossed them into the trash and put her pants back on without them. Grissom watched her and couldn't help but already feel turned on again at the thought of nothing existing between her and her jeans. He shoved a hand in his pocket and used the other to rub the back of his neck. His mind already tormenting him for his behavior.

Was it too much?

But Sara was quick to comfort him, sneaking her arms through his and holding onto his back. She kissed him sweetly. A pace much more gentle than what they were in but just a few minutes ago. A post-coital confirmation that she gave him letting him know she was more than happy.

"I'm going to go take a shower…"

Grissom nodded and let a soft 'okay' escape his lips on a whisper through her hair. She pulled away and walked towards the bedroom.

"…You're free to join me."

Grissom chuckled and nodded his head again before he hung it staring at the ground. He looked up to see that she was already stripping her shirt off in the hallway. His eyes were glued to the lines of her back and the side of her breast that was peaking out under her arm.

It's really good to be home…