Chapter 7

Brass saw that things had calmed down somewhat after Grissom had admitted his love for her. He paid his respects and went off to bed leaving them alone together. Grissom cautiously rearranged the half-burnt logs in the fireplace and laid fresh wood on the top of the pile. Sara sat quietly in the rocker and watched him. She was looking at him, looking at his strong back, and his graying hair. She couldn't help to notice that he had lost a lot of weight.

Grissom rose to his feet moved toward Sara, knelt before her, and took her hands in his. He gazed upon her face, looking deep into her eyes. He remembered the strength she carried so many years ago. The woman he loved, and still loves, was sitting in front of him after so many years.

" Will you sit with me on the couch and let me hold you?", he said softly.

" Yes ", she said, " I would love to." Sara replied.

Grissom helped her stand and they stepped over to the couch and sat down. He immediately put his strong arms around her and held her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and began to cry softly.

" It's going to be all right Sara, it will be all right." Grissom said as he kissed her head and stroked her back. Sara reached up and touched his face.

Grissom lowered his lips to meet hers. He kissed her tenderly. Sara responded and opened herself to him. He took her by the shoulders and turned her body to him so he could feel her chest touching his. Grissom felt her begin to breathe rapidly, and he was aware that she was grasping at his shirt. He pulled his lips away from hers and kissed her cheek. His mouth moved to her neck and the heat from his breath was heightening her desire for him. There was no distance between them. Their bodies meshed together as her hips rose to meet him. The throbbing he felt in his groin was almost painful but the fact that he could have her soothed him.

He gently laid her back on the couch and moved his body over her. She responded by reaching her hands under his shirt to feel his strong back. Moving her body to the side, he began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, moving his fingers across her bare chest. She reached to touch his face. As he exposed her breasts to the fire light, his desire for her heightened to a heated passion.

He rose to undress, as she watched every move he made. Naked, in front of her, his member throbbing with blood, he helped her off the couch and unbuttoned her pants. Both bodies naked, he pulled the afghan from the couch and positioned it on the floor in front of the fire. They lay down, side by side, and he felt the inner being of her he had so longed for. As he made love to her, he held his climax to allow her to reach a point of ecstasy. They both climaxed together feeling the passion they haven't felt in years.