A/N: So I lied ;) This was going to be a one-shot piece, but I actually got a lot of people saying that they wanted me to continue, so I shall post another chapter. Not quite sure how long I'm going to make this story yet. Thank you to all who reviewed :)

Sara Sidle had fallen asleep. She wasn't sure how or when, or even where she had fallen asleep. Only that she was asleep, and that there was a strange yet comforting warmth engulfing almost her entire body. Someone was running their hands through her hair. It was a simple gesture, yet calming at the same time. But who was this person who was giving off this wonderful aura?

She cracked an eye open and looked around. It was a room, it looked to be a living room. Wait, this was her living room. She was at her apartment. How did she get there..? She slowly lifted her head from someone's lap, finally looking into the eyes of the mystery person.

It was him. He was here. In her home. He was in her home, on her couch, holding her.

"...Hey.." Grissom quietly said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear so that it was out of her eyes. "How did you sleep?" he asked. "Are you feeling nauseaous? Dizzy? Disoriented?"

Sara smiled a little. "I was a bit disoriented...but...I'm okay, now."

"Good," Grissom said. Just looking at her for a minute, he realized in those few moments just how beautiful she was. He saw her silky brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her big brown eyes were staring deep into his baby blues, searching-- seeking-- for something. What was this goddess looking for in such a man? Why would she ever consider giving someone like him such a glorious privelidge?

Sara curled closer to him and rested her head against his chest. His arms quickly wrapped around her shoulders- tight, but not too tight. Not suffocating, only a small reassurance that he was there with her. She enjoyed the warmth that was coming from his body against hers. She never wanted him to let go of her.

Letting out a sigh of contentment, she smiled when she recognized his smell. His scent was filling her entire body with even more warmth and she nuzzled her face against his chest, trying desperately to get closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crawled into his lap until he was cradling her. She felt his arms wrap around her back and her shoulders, his right hand resting just above her hip. It felt good to be in his arms.

Grissom looked down at Sara, running his fingers through her hair. She looked so calm, so happy just being in his arms. And he did, too. Holding this beautiful creature in his arms made his heart explode with pleasure. And desire.

"...Sara..." Grissom said softly. She looked up at him and met his gaze. Grissom just smiled warmly, his hand stopping, buried in brown hair. He brought it to her cheek and slowly brushed his fingers against her soft skin. She closed her eyes slowly, taking in the feeling of his skin against hers. Slowly, he pulled her closer to him so that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"...Grissom.." Sara said in a tone so soft that it was barely above a whisper. They stared at eachother for a long moment...they both felt the same thing- pleasure, love, desire. How long they had been wanting to feel eachother-- to taste eachother's sweet wine had been a mystery to eachother. But they knew at this very moment that there was a fire being made. And it wasn't about to be put out...until they put it out themselves.

Grissom cupped her cheek with his hand, his gaze never faltering. Staring directly into her deep brown eyes, he saw that she wanted the same thing. Slowly moving closer to her, he closed his eyes slightly as their lips were centimeters apart. Sara had her eyes closed, trying to take in the intensity of this moment, the intensity of the close proximity between the two.

And then Grissom closed the space between the two of them. Their lips met. Grissom pressed his against hers, closing his eyes as he felt her sweet lips. They were so soft, it was like sweet velvet. Their lips lingered, barely touching eachother for a moment before the kiss deepened.

Sara felt Grissom's lips curl over hers and the kiss deepen. As they kissed, they both just felt the need to need to feel eachother become stronger and stronger. They were desperate for eachother.

Sara could feel Grissom's tongue tracing along her bottom lip, seeking entrance which she immediately granted. In mere moments the smooth, tender, gentle kiss from before had deepened and become an act of fierce passion. They tried to kiss eachother as hard as they could, needing to taste one another. Their lips came crashing down on each other's, their tongues meeting and dancing with eachother.

Neither of them wanted to break away, but they both finally had to when the need for air became too great. They both sat there, staring at eachother as they tried desperately to catch their breath.

"Grissom..." Sara panted. "That was--"

"I know, Sara," Grissom replied.

They both wanted the same thing.

Sara got to her feet and grabbed the loose ends of Grissom's shirt, pulling him up with her. As soon as he got to his feet their lips had found one another, kissing eachother desperately. Sara slowly moved Grissom away from the living room, never breaking the kiss as they slowly descended down the hallway. Grissom buried her left hand in her silky brown locks, holding her head still in place as they made it to the bedroom.

Grissom made his way through the doorway, holding Sara in front of him as he pushed the door shut behind them. As he entered through the door he was only hit with even more desire and lust-- oh, how the room smelled of her. A faint scent of lilacs and lavendar.

He gently set her down on the bed, his hand still behind her head as they continued to kiss eachother. Sara moved her hands down to his shirt and she undid the buttons one-by-one. As soon as the first few buttons were undone she was tracing a hand across his chest, resting just above his heart. She felt his heart beat faster with each time she touched him.

Sara pulled him closer to her, as he had been struck dumb-founded by her gentle yet demanding gesture. He stared down at her as she pulled him to her, watching as she moved her mouth from his up to his cheek. She started nibbling softly on his earlobe, and that was when he knew that he needed her.

"Sara..." Grissom moaned. She didn't stop nibbling on his earlobe, and only began to tease him with her tongue tracing across every curve. He immediately pulled away from her and threw his shirt off onto the floor. Moving his hands to the hem of her blouse, he slowly tugged at it. Then, leaning down, he took the collar between his teeth and tugged it upwards.

He let out a low growl when her shirt was off. He looked down at her-- she was so perfect. Her skin was so creamy and smooth, every inch of her was absolutely beautiful. Slowly crawling towards her, he placed a hand on her bare stomach, feeling her smooth, exposed skin under his fingertips, his nerves memerizing the feeling.

He looked down at her laced bra and slowly slid a strap down. Now he could see one of the rounded tops of her breasts, which sent a wave of electrical desire down throughout his entire body. He slowly slid the other strap and reached behind her, unclapsing it. He reached between the valley of her breasts and removed her bra, throwing it to the floor. God she was so beautiful, she was an angel.

She felt him unfastening his slacks and made a move to assist her, but instead moved down to her own pants, unfastening them. He threw his own pants to the floor once they were off, and as soon as her jeans were unfastened her slid them down her legs, looking down at her matching panties. His hands traced down from her hip to her calves, tracing every curve on her beautiful body. He set her pants down on the floor.

Grissom could feel Sara begin to pull at his boxers. She slid them down his waist, brushing against his hips as they fell to the floor. He removed her panties and soon they were laying flush in front of each other. A sting of desire filled both of them and Grissom buried himself against her, pressing his lips against hers as he slowly entered her.

Sara moaned into his mouth as she felt him slide into her. He was so gentle, yet fierce at the same time. He buried himself in her as he began to try and quicken his pace. Sweat slicked their bodies as they felt one another. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before. Neither of them had ever experienced such love or passion before in their lives.

Grissom massaged her breasts as he moved in her. She had closed her eyes, moving her hips with his as he thrust into her. He slowly reached for her hands and curled his fingers around hers, squeezing them tightly as he nibbled softly on her neck.

"Grissom..." Sara whispered, moaning as she felt him moved against her.

"Sara..." Grissom returned with a moan just as pleasurable as her own. "I need you.." he whispered. "Please..."

Sara pulled him down onto her and kissed him as hard and as long as she possibly could. He allowed her tongue complete entry into his mouth as she began to move against him. He let out a loud, deep, moan as he felt her warmth begin to fill him. He tried to get her even closer to him, pressing his body tightly to hers. He felt himself press even deeper into her and they both moaned loudly, moving as one.

Grissom and Sara continued to dance with eachother- a dance of pleasure, desire, and lust. Their bodies were entwined with eachother, synchronized, in perfect harmony and grace. They wrapped their arms and legs around eachother, never wanting to let go of one another. The sheets were wrapped around them both and soon they were buried under the covers expressing their love for one another.

Sara almost screamed his name as she felt him release himself into her. She came shortly after, getting the exact same reaction from Grissom that he got her. They collapsed against one another, still together as they panted with exhaustion.

Grissom brushed a strand of matted down hair away from her face, gently caressing her cheek as he kissed her softly. Sara just smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around his back.

They rolled over and Grissom gathered the sheets up, wrapping them tightly around both of them. Turning so that his back was facing him, he pulled her into his arms and wrapped them securely around her waist.

"I love you," Sara whispered.

"I love you, too," Grissom whispered back, burying his face in the crook of her neck as they drifted off to sleep.