CSI Las Vegas Grissom and Sara Romance (aka GSR) - Grissom's POV
So Grissom and Sara are back in the lab in 2021. I love it. Prompted me to a rewatching marathon. And as TPTB have it I gained new insight as to when it really happened among infinite possibilities… Hence this little ficlet post 5.16 Big Middle because it got my juices flowing and I can so picture them doing it in the following eps.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I love them. All mistakes are mine, no time for beta these days, I too, am older.
Maybe that day
" So … what gets your juices flowing?"
"Someone who doesn't judge me."
Well. That was true but not the entire truth. Images of Sara in purple silk kept flashing into his mind all day and he kept pushing them back.
Where was she anyway, he wondered down the hall. He wanted to say something good about her work in the case. She was doing well lately and his supervisory mind was relieved. Letting her know mattered, he reminded himself.
"Hey…Grissom?"
There she was, coming out of nowhere again it seemed, half a smile and weary eyes, jacket and bag, ready to leave.
"Can you get this file back to Ecklie? I promised to give it to him today but I can't wait any longer, I'm beat"
"Damn, I forgot my keys…" words were already fading away as she abruptly swung back and hurried away. He followed her trying to catch up and failing, stopping only when they reached the locker room.
"Sara?… I wanted to say … excellent work with Greg today. Um … you two make a good pair…"
She smiled, half looking the other way. " We do, don't we? We are sort of relaxed with each other, I guess, he is so easy-going, isn't he?"
As opposed to him she meant?
"Yes, he is… maybe too relaxed if he can share his fantasies with you."
Why did he blurt that out loud?
Chuckling she turned to face him at last. "Oh, he is cute. Besides we all have our fantasies don't we?
She was smiling at him playfully and suddenly he realized how much he missed her lighthearted smile. And how much he missed the flirtatious exchanges they used to have. Lately it seemed that every word between them was uttered in frustration and ill-diguised pain. He didn't want that pain anymore.
"And who's involved in YOUR fantasies?" he dared to ask her.
He wanted to keep that smile on her face. As much longer as he could.
"Oh, you so want to hear it, don't you Grissom?
She twisted her lips in a way he thought was simply adorable. And irresistible.
Leaning in closer he locked his eyes with her.
"Have you ever had a fantasy in this room?" he spoke gently trying to tease her again while letting one hand rest on the locker door next to her hair.
She didn't tear her gaze away as he expected and she didn't move an inch. "Sure."
"You want me to show you?"
Her words came out softly, not annoyed or to tease him but almost to … encourage.
He was so close to her now, he could sniff her light scent, he could caress her soft hair, he could get lost in her presence … if only he let himself.
Before he had time to think, soft skin met his lips, a shiver down his spine, hot flesh touching and pressing and her hands around his neck, her hair slipping between his fingers, no space now between them, his body pinning hers against the door and when he started to breath heavily she sighed and let herself go in his arms.
It was a strain to break away, get out the back door separately before anyone caught a whiff of their situation and meet in the car.
Driving back home was silent and although at times he felt like he could lose his courage and stop, somehow he took the hand of the woman he loved and led her to his bed. He used his hands and his mouth to show the feelings he couldn't speak for so long and she followed in his pace, showing to him how sweet the embrace of a woman in love can be.
He made a mental note to himself to find out if his bearded face could really please her … maybe tomorrow, or the day after, it would be a sweet fantasy soon to taste.
