WHAT DID I SAY? I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN. THIS IS DEFINITELY THE FINAL CHAPTER. I PROMISE. UNLESS ... NO, IT'S THE FINAL ONE.
Grissom kissed every part of exposed flesh he could touch his mouth to. Sara may have been asleep, but that didn't stop her from being beautiful. He cast his mind back to making love to her. He had deliberatley spurned her advances from the past week because he knew what he wanted to do that night, he wanted the night of their engagement to be special and beautiful, like she was to him.
As his lips settled once more on her shoulder, kissing, then nipping, Sara stirred. "Mmm," she murmured, smiling sleepily. "Do you mind me asking you a question?" she purred.
He smiled in wonder at the bewitching creature beside him. There was no way she was human. Not with how she could make him feel, with what she could do, with what she could make him do. Half the things that took place in their bedroom, he never thought he'd even want to do to a woman. "You already did, but since you asked nicely, go ahead." His hand reached over, and he traced patterns on her stomach.
"How did you learn to do things like that? I never had you down as such a lothario, and the way you seduced me last night? I didn't know you had it in you."
"You mean, you didn't know you had me in you," he teased, earning a slight smile and a slap on the arm. "Seriously? It all comes from how I always dreamed it would be between us."
Sara eyes widened in shock. "You used to think about ... us? In bed?" He nodded.
"Not just in bed. Sometimes in the most inappropriate places. I mean that in the context that not only would we be in bed, and in the context that my thoughts did not only occur when I was in bed. So if you ever noticed me being distant or grouchy with you, it was because you caught me at a frustrating time."
Sara smiled in wonder. "Shit, I never knew I had that effect on you. I, on the other hand, wore my heart completely on my sleeve. God, I was like a little schoolgirl with a crush on her professor. I know it was like that at first, but then I realised that most crushes probably don't include some of the more graphic thoughts I had about you. Jeez, I must have looked so pathetic, mooning after you all the time." She gave a chuckle that was loaded in self-deprecation. "God, I am such a masochist."
Grissom threaded his fingers through hers, the other hand tracing up and down her hip. "I don't think that's the case," he whispered. "If so, you really wouldn't have enjoyed last night, and from what you whispered in my ears, you wanted more."
Her eyes narrowed playfully, and her hand slipped between his legs. He closed his eyes and she giggled. "I wasn't the only one," she recalled. She removed her hand, laughing openly at the chagrined look on Gil's face. He lifted her left hand, and she observed the ring properly. "It's beautiful," she murmured, awe dominating her tone.
"Like you," he replied quietly. The ring was a plain gold band, with three small diamonds set in the top. He placed a kiss on top of it, then lifted his head to aze into her chocolate eyes, sweet and sensual with a wonderous glow. "Are you serious about this? You didn't just agree to marry me because it was in the heat of the moment and we were both randy?"
She touched his cheek with her hand. "Babe, I mean it, juts like you meant to ask me. I want you. That's never changed. I've always wanted you. For a long while, I was just concerned that you didn't want me."
Grissom's eyes turned a melancholy blue, smoky and sad. "I know, sweetheart, I know."
"And I know now that you do want me, and that you won't walk out on me. Gil, I love you."
"I love you too. And as I've said many times, I'm not going anywhere. Unless it's with you." He kissed her cheek tenderly. "You stay, there, I'll make us some breakfast."
"In the nude?"
"Excuse me?"
"Naked cooking."
"No way. I don't wanna burn anything," he gasped, astonished.
"Well, we gotta have something sexy to do with food. Pancakes and syrup?" she suggested.
"Don't tempt me," he growled dangerously. "I might just take you up on that offer."
When Grissom returned to the bedroom, Sara had wrapped herself in a robe, and was snuggled under the blankets. He handed her the tray, and climbed in next to her, removing items from the tray - orange juice, coffee, and a large plate of pancakes. He handed her the bottle of syrup. "If you're wearin' a robe, how I am supposed to ...". He waved his hands, indicating the syrup bottle.
"That was a joke," she told him, squirting the goo over the pancakes. A little syrup got on her fingers, and Grissom quickly grabbed her hand, licking it off. "After," she told him simply.
He pouted, and sipped his orange juice. "You're no fun," he chided.
"Yes I am, but I'm also practical." She held a forkful of pancake and syrup up to his mouth, and he accepted. Some syrup dribbled down into the cleft in his chin, and Sara took great pleasure in kissing that dimple, her lips becoming sticky with sweet gloop. "You have any idea how erotic this is?" she giggled.
"Yeah, and I'm sure you do too, otherwise you'd never have suggested it," he grinned.
They finished their pancakes in silence, exchanging tender smiles, occassionally kissing or feeding each other. When they had finished, they kissed slowly, savouring the sweet taste. "You sure know how to cook," Sara praised him.
He blushed, and shot her a grateful smile. "Well, I used to have nothing to occuppy my time. I needed something to distract myself instead of thinking about you, and I needed to live, so ...". He trailed off and shrugged, looking so adorably cute.
It was Sara's turn to blush. "I used to just wallow in the thought of you," she admitted.
Grissom put an arm around her, pressing the side of his face to her hair. "I was scared of doing that. I felt that if I did, I'd eventually end up obsessing over you, and pulling a Doctor Lurie on you, because I thought I wouldn't be able to have you.
"I heard you," Sara said quietly.
"Hmm?" He realised too late, and frowned.
"I heard you that day. It doesn't matter now, of course. But back then, it did. It hurt. I suppose that was the start of my downward spiral." She took in his subdued expression. "Gil, I know now that you were just as afraid as I. And with you're position, admitting you love me, shit, that would have been a huge step to take. You're brilliant and professional and intelligent, and you have so much more to lose than me. I realise that now, of course," she repeated. She squeezed his leg. "I don't blame you for my problems any more," she told him frankly.
Grissom closed his eyes. "You know that hurting you was the last thing on my mind. I admit I was selfish - I put myself first, I never thought how my behaviour might affect you. But hopefully we can put that behind us."
"'S'already way behind us on the freeway, baby," she told him, smiling. "But if you're not convinced, there's a bottle of syrup with our name on it."
Grissom laughed. "Are you joking?" He saw that from the expression on her face, she wasn't. "Seriously?"
Sara nodded. "Hey, that's what showers are for."
OKAY, YOU KNOW I SAID THIS WAS THE FINAL CHAPTER? I WAS WRONG. I'M LIKE PRINGLES (EXCEPT HEALTHIER AND MORE MORAL) - ONCE I START WRITING, I CAN'T STOP.