Title: Last Chance - Chapter 15

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Authors' note: Ok . . . I lied. This chapter is actually one of the shortest. Well it's a tie between the next two . . . I apologize. But! This means you should get two chapters today. Unless I get lazy.

Thoughts were racing through Sara's head as Grissom drew her closer. How she should just break away. Open the door. Say goodbye. Shut the door. Lock the door.

But his eyes had never seemed so blue.

"Take a step back. You're leaving . . . LEAVING! It's not fair to start this now. BACK AWAY!" Her mind was screaming at her.

Instead she closed her eyes and stepped into him. This was a moment she'd fantasized about since their first encounter. It was her reoccurring dream. It was this part of her dreams she always looked forward to as she went to sleep.

He brushed his lips against hers. Slowly. Tentatively. Both hands cupping her face and she was painfully aware of every nerve ending in her entire body. His lips touched hers again. Not so tentatively. But still so gentle.

Her lips were tingling from just two little kisses. She opened her eyes and saw desire, only desire, burning in Grissom's. She ran her fingers up his back to his neck. She - finally - entangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Sara . . . " his voice was almost a whisper, fully a beg.

This time she kissed him, and there was nothing gentle about it. She was too eager and too tired of waiting to be gentle. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, begging entrance. She felt him tremble when she touched her tongue to his. He tasted like coffee, and mints. His lips warm and soft.

As the kiss deepened, he slid his hands down her bare arms, sending goosebumps over her entire body. She shivered as his hand traveled back up over the thin material of covering her waist.

When he broke away, Sara's lips still tingled and her entire body was burning. Licking her lips she opened her eyes again. "I don't want to be alone tonight . . . " Relief swept through her when he smiled.

"Honey, you don't have to be."

Reaching out when one hand she flipped off the lights sending the room into darkness. She took his hand and led him down the hall toward her room. She had no intentions of doing anything but sleeping. Because she knew him to well. She didn't want him to regret it. Not ever. She stopped again at the door of the room. "Grissom . . . I . . . "

He pressed his finger to her lips. And like he knew exactly what she was thinking . . . "I'm not expecting anything Sara. Tonight I just want to be with you. So neither one of us has to be alone."

Without turning on a light Sara led him to her bed. She pulled back the covers and eased between the cool sheets. "Stay with me . . . "

She heard him kick off his shoes and empty his pockets onto her dresser. Her eyes were adjusting to the dark now and she watched as he undid the buttons of his shirt. Leaving on both his pants and the T-shirt he wore, he walked slowly over to the bed. She closed her eyes and felt his weight tilt the bed slightly. She smiled to herself as he laid down next to her. He was far enough away so that they weren't touching and she couldn't figure out how to relax him when her heart was jumping all over the map.

Finally she did the one thing that came naturally. She reached out in the dark and found his hand. He squeezed her fingers gently and she whispered "I don't bite . . . "

She heard him swallow. "Grissom . . . what's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing. Tonight is destiny."

She shifted so she was laying on her side facing away from him. "Then hold me."

He moved up behind her and she noted even with him fully clothed she could feel his body perfectly against hers. His first touch was slow. His palm barely skimming her side. Then skimming down across her stomach until it settled with his fingers splayed just below her breasts.

She sighed as he used a small amount of pressure to draw her closer to him. She felt his breath warm against her neck and she relaxed into him. It felt as though she were melting into him as she drifted immediately to sleep.

To Be Continued . . .