A/N: I know that some of this is a little trite. It's hard to write smut without being too smutty. Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. That's why I work for a living.

Chapter 14

"Wasn't it wonderful?" Sara asked. She had slipped off her shoes and was resting her head against the seat. Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile lit her face as she recalled the ceremony. "I think everybody had a nice time. Don't you?"

"It seemed that they all enjoyed themselves." Grissom's tone was dry and his eyebrow raised. "Did you have a good time today?"

"I don't think good begins to cover it." Sara chuckled and then said, in an awe filled voice, "We're married."

"It would seem so." Grissom deadpanned.

Punching his arm playfully, Sara said, "Keep acting that happy about things and I may have to rethink my plans for you."

"You have plans for me?" Grissom teased.

"It's been three weeks. I'm not overly concerned about you. This is all about me." Sara laughed at the look on Grissom's face. "Kidding," she said.

Reaching over, Grissom grasped her hand and pulled it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the palm and then sunk his teeth, gently, into the fleshy part below her thumb. He smiled at her indrawn breath. "I intend to make it about you. Don't worry."

Sara wiggled around in her seat until she could bring her lips to Grissom's cheek. She placed tiny kisses across his cheek, to his ear and ran her tongue around the outside edge. "Maybe we should make it about us," she whispered.

Grissom's voice was ragged when he said, "Whatever you say, dear."

"Drive faster. I can't wait to get home." Sara continued in a breathy voice as her lips caressed his neck. "I want you, Griss. Bad."

Grissom was already distracted when he felt her hand massaging him through his pants. "Sara," he squeaked. "What are you doing? We're in the car."

"I'm a trained investigator, Gil. I know where we are," Sara purred. "But, if you want me to stop I will." She had trouble suppressing her laughter when he caught her hand and pressed it more firmly against him.

Grissom had never been seduced while driving. The illicitness of the situation added to the allure and his arousal. As he hardened under her ministrations he emitted a low groan. "You can't keep that up. What if I run off the road? Do you know what the gossip hounds would have to say?"

Sara's hand went still but didn't leave his erection. "I don't want to cause an accident. I need to get you home. This is just a preview." Her eyes were full of promise as she sat back, removing her hand and mouth from his body. Grissom moaned a little at the loss of contact.

A few minutes later, Grissom drove into the garage. Once the car was in park and the motor off he turned and hooked his hand behind Sara's head, pulling her to him. He met her halfway with an eagerness born in the knowledge that he would be making love to a new woman tonight. His wife. He crushed his lips against hers in an open-mouthed kiss. Sara met his passion with passion of her own. One kiss turned into two and two turned into too many to count.

Finally, Grissom pulled back and opened his eyes. He looked around and began to laugh.When Sara's eyes fluttered open with a question in them, he said, "We seem to have fogged up the windows."

Sara glanced around and began to laugh softly. "It seems that we have. Have you ever fogged up car windows before?"

"No. Never." Grissom blushed and said, "I'm glad my first time was with you."

"Me too," Sara said with a smile.

"Should we take this inside?" Grissom trailed a finger down her cheek.

Sara captured his hand andplaced a kiss on his palm."Let's go."

"Don't move." With that, Grissom jumped out and hurried around to open her door. Reaching out, he helped her out of the car. He led her to the door and paused to unlock it. He scooped her up in his arms while she protested. "Let me do this. It's my contribution to tradition."Grissom carried his bride across the threshold.

"If you put me down, I'll go change into something a little more comfortable." After Grissom had lowered her feet to the floor, she said, "Why don't you start a fire? I'll be back in a minute." Without waiting for a reply she turned and headed toward the bedroom.

Wearing a bemused expression, Grissom shed his coat and tie and opened the first few buttons on his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and began working to get a fire started. When Sara cleared her throat he turned to see her leaning against the wall, wrapped in a blanket, watching him. He took note of the hair piled loosely atop her head and the black lace choker around her slender throat and knew that what was under the blanket would be a true feast for his senses.

"Hey," she said. Pushing off the wall, she walked toward him.Sara stopped mere inches from her husband.

"Hey yourself," Grissom replied. "Comfortable?" He could smell her shampoo and the soap that she used. As always, the scent aroused him.

"Very," Sara nodded. "Do you want to help me spread the blanket?" When Grissom nodded she slowly lowered her arms revealing the lingerie she had bought for this particular occasion. There was nothing remotely virginal about what she was wearing. It was black La Perla. The sheer bra made left little to the imagination. Her pink nipples stood out darkly against the sheer fabric. The thong was almost non-existent. But it was the view from the back that caused Grissom's breath to catch in his throat and his eyes to go glassy with lust. There was a black lace rosette strategically placed at the top. It made Sara's firm ass appear to be gift wrapped.

"My God, Sara," Grissom hissed, "are you trying to kill me?"

She turned innocent eyes to him and asked sweetly, "What?" Grissom shook his head and hurried to get the blanket spread in front of the fire. With that done, he asked, "Would you like some wine?"

"I thought we might open the bottle that Warrick and Tina gave us. I think this occasion is special enough," Sara said. "Go ahead and bring that in. I'll light some candles."

Grissom nodded and then headed to the kitchen to retrieve the wine. When he returned his breath caught at the sight before him. Sara was lying on the blanket, on her stomach with her chin propped in her hands, studying the fire. The firelight caused shadows to play over her body. Moving forward, Grissom set the glasses on the coffee table and poured the wine. He moved over to the blanket and handed a glass to Sara before settling on the blanket next to her. He was reclined back on one arm with his legs stretched in front of him. Grissom raised his glass and said, "Tous and forever. Thank you for waiting on me."

They drank wine and talked of love and the honeymoon they were leaving on the next day. They talked about the ceremony and the fact that neither of them felt any different. They promised to remember how long it took for them to reach this place in their lives and how incredible it felt to know that you were married to the one person in the world that was meant for you. Sara was secretly amazed at Grissom's romantic bent. His eyes twinkled and his smile was easy. His voice caressed her like a lover's hands. Before either realized it the bottle of wine was empty and the fire was low.

"Sara," Grissom whispered, "There is something I've always wanted to do. Will you indulge me?"

"Anything you ask," Sara said in a throaty voice.

Grissom reached out and took her glass from her hands. "Roll over," he growled.

He took a moment to soak in the vision before him. Her eyes appeared black in the light, her face shadowed. His eyes traveled to the strip of black lace against the pale skin of her throat. The sight of it made him hard. The hollow of her throat seemed to invite him to place his lips there. The rise and fall of her breasts captivated him. The smooth plane of her abdomen begged to be touched. The juncture of her thighs made him smile. There were untold pleasures that awaited a man there. The impossibly long legs made him want to feel them wrapped around him. The knowledge that he would be able to know that feeling for the rest of his life caused his heart to race.

"This may be a little cold," he said as he tipped his glass over her belly button. As the cool liquid hit her heated skin her muscles tightened in surprise. Her eyes jerked wide in shock. With the reverence of a man about to partake of holy water, Grissom lowered his head and began to lick and kiss the wine from her skin. Raising his head, he saw that Sara's eyes were hooded and her breathing was a little faster. When her tongue snaked out to wet her lips and his eyes followed its progress. "Too bad I didn't try this sooner. It's much better than in a glass."

"Oh yeah," Sara moaned and then smiled. "I love you."

Grissom leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on her delicious mouth. "I love you too."

Pushing softly against his chest, Sara sat up and tugged his shirt free of his pants. Slowly, never touching his skin, she opened each button. She rose up on her knees and pushed the shirt from his shoulders. Sitting back on her heels she ran her fingers lightly over his chest and abdomen. She studied his body as he had studied hers a few moments before. The broad shoulders that made her feel fragile and safe at the same time. The strong arms that she loved to feel wrapped around her. His chest, while not defined, was still masculine. She smiled when her fingers found the flat discs of his nipples and felt them contract. His abdomen was still flat, if not firm. And the hiss of indrawn air as she stroked her hand over it brought a warm tingle between her legs. She hooked a finger in the waistband of his pants and tugged until he was kneeling before her. She unbuckled his belt, opened the hook on his pants and drew the zipper down slowly, dragging her fingers over his throbbing flesh as she went. Leaning forward she ran her tongue along his happy trail from the top of his underwear to his bellybutton. She then used her teeth to nip gently at the sensitive skin.

Grissom drew her up and into his kiss. They were pressed together from chest to knee. Their thighs intertwined as his erection pressed against her belly, her breasts crushed against his chest. He fumbled with the clasp on her bra. With a little laugh, she reached around, unhooked it and shrugged it off. When she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close they both groaned at the feel of skin on skin.

Light from the fire played over their bodies. Grissom's hands stroked the long line of her back. Sara wove her hands through his hair letting the strands curl around her fingers. They came together in a slow, sensuous dance. Lips, tongues, hands moved of their own volition. Rough palms moved over soft skin, fueling their desire. He ran his tongue across the choker, finding the juxtaposition of rough lace and smooth skin incredibly erotic. The last scraps of clothing disappeared. There was no rush. Moments like these were meant to be savored. Sara's first climax caught her by surprise. She clung to Grissom's shoulders as she stiffened against his hand, her head fell back and her moans of pleasure filled the air. She opened her eyes to find Grissom watching her with a smile on his face.

"You are so beautiful," Grissom said. "I love seeing you this way." His gaze took in her heavy lidded eyes, the flush on her chest, her hardened nipples. His hand was still moving slowly, keeping her aroused, holding her at the edge.

Sara placed her hands on either side of his face and leaned forward to kiss him. She moved her hands down over his shoulders, across his chest, until she reached his erection. She dragged her lips from his and let them follow the path her hands had taken. Grissom groaned when he felt her lips engulf him.

"Sara," he hissed her name, "stop, please. I'm too close." When she raised her head he continued, "I want to be inside you." Grissom lay down on his back and pulled Sara up until she straddled his hips. When she used her hand to guide him into her heat he held his breath against the desire to explode then and there. The sight of her rising above him was almost enough to send him over the edge. He levered himself up until he could wrap his arms around Sara's waist. Grissom began scattering kisses across her chest. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist. They rocked together. Sara's arms pulled his head to her breasts, where his mouth went to work, while his hands held her hips. She was scattering kisses across the top of his head. Her hands moved down to stroke his back. The friction between them was ratcheting her pleasure up with every move she made. When Grissom felt Sara pushing down against him and moving her hips in tiny circles he increased the pressure of his mouth on her sensitive flesh. And then she was quivering around him. Her muscles were gripping him and dragging his own pleasure out of him and into her. She managed to plant her feet on either side of his hips and used the leverage to slide up and down. Their mindless cries of passion hung in the air. They clung to each. Grissom finally lay back, pulling Sara down to rest on his chest, their bodies still joined in the most primal way. His hand stroked her hair and the small of her back. Her breath tickled his neck as she worked to slow her breathing.

When he could speak, Grissom said, "I always knew you would be better than her."

Sara tried to sit up but he held her fast. "Who is 'her'?" Her voice was dangerously low. How dare he compare the greatest sex of her life to some other woman?

"My girlfriend." Grissom waited a beat before saying, "Yep, you beat old Sara Sidle hands down, any day of the week."