Lauren's A/N: Yeah that hiatus thing...yeah. The Gang of Two is BACK!
Leslie's A/N: Ohhhh, look, a shiny, new fic! (pokes at it...)

'Poke.'

He rolled over with a grimace and moaned low in his throat. He didn't open his eyes. Sleep, so very, very precious; such a delicate bubble he had only learned to appreciate very recently. A flimsy latticework he took great care to surround himself with. Apparently though, she wasn't content with the shape and size of his bubble and was very content on popping it.

Due to his recent taking to certain extracurricular activities he'd needed more sleep than usual, but he saw that as a necessary drawback, especially since he found himself wrapped inside of her warm body nearly every night.

'Poke... poke.' Her finger prodded the warm skin of his bicep but to no avail. 'Poke, poke... poke, poke.' "Damn it, get up!"

He flipped back over, dragging the blankets with him. She giggled as he poked his head out from the cotton cocoon he'd managed to construct. "Augh, go away," he begged, his voice thick with sleep and kisses yet to be spent. Then a pillow was pulled firmly over his head as he attempted to hide from her. The naked expanse of his back was simply begging to be kissed, golden and smooth, but she had things to attend to first.

'Poke...'

"No!"

"Yes!" she retaliated. 'Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke-' and he grabbed her hand, flipped over and pulled her down into the bed.

Grissom's smile was naughty and he grabbed her other wrist and held them by her sides. Her smile, on the other had, was angelic, attempting to feign innocence at what had just transpired.

"It's time to get up," she whispered. Grissom rolled his eyes and kissed her neck.

He shook his head and pulled her closer to him. "Come back to bed..." And she didn't have time to respond because she chose to kiss him instead, a sweet longing bubbling up in her stomach. It felt like a laugh waiting to break free but it was really just the contentment of knowing that forever was a definite, a for sure for the both of them.

"Come on," she mumbled around his lips but to no avail. His tongue stole the words from her mouth and she began kissing him back.

Often times, she looked at it this way: if she was late to work it was only because they were making up for truly lost time, and what could be wrong with that?

One of his hands trailed gently up her side and lifted her shirt over her head. "We don't have time for this, we have plans," she rasped out. "Home Depot..."

He begged to differ, and showed her so with his lips. Sara began to laugh, delighted giggles bubbling up in her throat as he kissed down her arms. "I missed mornings, I forgot they could be good, waking up during them," he mumbled against her skin. Grissom smiled like a moron as he kissed her, basking the amazing fact that every inch of skin on her body was his to kiss.

It had taken him a while to get his head out of his ass, but when he did, she had simply shrugged and kissed the confusion right out of him. It had been amazing from the beginning, more stunning than he could have imagined. There were no first date jitters mainly because they didn't categorize it as a date; they merely went out to dinner.

Halfway through the appetizer, she had nearly shot wine out of her nose at one of his jokes and he was sold: forever. That was exactly what her voice sounded like and what the light in her eyes meant and even the way she dressed, it was all forever.

The first time they made love, it was triggered by the strangest thing. He'd come to her apartment to watch movies, but the two of them had ended up sitting at her kitchen table, perusing old forensic journals. She was there, hair pulled haphazardly out of her face, long legs peeking out of boy shorts eating cherries.

When he'd heard the pit clink against the porcelain of the bowl she'd placed in front of her, he'd taken his eyes off the article and had allowed them to begin the long journey up her legs, twine around her torso and settle ultimately on her face. She'd spit another pit out into the bowl and he'd said it: "Dear god, I love you."

"Excuse me," she asked, tearing her own eyes to his.

"You're... amazing," and with that he'd gotten out of his chair and smothered her with kisses, kisses that eventually peppered down her throat, over her breasts and between her legs. They kissed and kissed and sweated more than a little; ultimately they forgot to wake up for shift, but neither particularly cared.

But that had been months ago and since there had been dinners and arguments, grocery shopping and sessions of make-up sex.

Sara struggled to stave the inevitability of the situation. "C'mon, breakfast."

"Yes," Grissom said, trailed up to suck on her neck. "You do indeed look like breakfast... maple syrup sweetheart," he teased as he sucked on her earlobe. Grissom's tattered fingers ticked her stomach, tracing indistinguishable patterns there. "You're an evil woman Sara Sidle, making me want to stay in bed all day..."

Sara propped herself up on her elbows. "Hey! Hey, hey, I was the one who-"

Again Grissom's lips halted her speech. It was impossible for her to pull away; she'd never been the type of person to find sex to be leisurely fun to be savored, but Grissom had truly made her rescind her views. There was nothing like waking up to the one person you just couldn't seem to get enough of.

But really, they'd spent nearly twelve hours in bed, simply because they could and it was time to get up and start the day. Sara rolled over onto her side and slid out of bed. Grissom pouted to the best of his ability as he watched her go. "Come on, up." Sara paused in the doorway to stare back at him.

The way the light touched his hair, the way his skin peeked out from beneath the crisp, white sheets, the slightly wounded look on his face... they all settled in the delicate alcove of her heart that she had reserved solely for him so many years ago. Making up her mind immediately, she launched herself at the bed, crawling over to him. Grissom grinned as she ran her hands over his chest, straddling his thighs.

"You, Gil, are so very incorrigible..." Leaning down to kiss him, she whispered in his ear, "And I love it, sweetheart."

She was like morning dew to the grass, she clung on him, slid around him delicately, in such a natural and beautiful way. He licked his lips and put on a smug grin, "Knew you couldn't resist me. Guess I haven't lost my touch."

"Hmm not at all, right there, god, Grissom..." Sara giggled and trailed off as Grissom maneuvered them out of their clothes with minimal fuss. "Good at that."

"Oh honey, I'm good at a lot of things," and then he proceeded to show her just a few of the many things he was good at.