Grissom stared at Sara's naked back. She was lying on her stomach, and the white bed sheets had dropped to her waist. She wasn't naked, but she had gotten warm during the night, and had evidently removed her bra.

They had enjoyed themselves on this date, after the rather heavy night they had previously. He had taken her on some of the rollercoasters around the casinos, showing her one or two of his favourite ones, allowing her to grow accustomed to their surroundings, and then he let her drag him to any others that caught her eye. Her enthusiasm was truly endearing, and was one of the things which had initially drawn her to him. He loved to watch her get so carried away in the heat of the moment, allow her attention to carry her off into so many different places at once. The look in her eyes, her intensity, how she looked when they climbed a hill and then dropped quickly - both features momentarily made him wonder what she'd be like in bed, but he quickly dispelled the thought; he didn't need that sort of distraction tainting their night.

Then they had gone back to her place, shared a coffee, and retired to bed. He could get used to sharing a bed with her - her body's curvature fit his almost exactly, and to feel her spoon against him in the night was almost heaven itself. Almost. In the night, though, she had somehow wriggled out of his rather tight grasp, and the result was the view of the rather glorious expanse of her pale back. She was still quite thin, and he could see the nobbles of her vertebrae. Her spine curved deliciously above the smooth peach that was her delectable ass. One rough hand stroked over it gently, and he bent his head, pressing a trail of kisses down her back.

"Mmm," came her pleasured, sleep-fogged groan.

The hand on her ass squeezed gently. "Hey," he whispered softly. "Sleep well?" His breath blew across the swell of her bottom, and she tensed under his ministrations.

"Yeah," came her throaty growl. She turned under him, legs opening so he could lie on top of her comfortably, bracing his forearms on either side of her.

"Uh, Griss?" Her head arched as he began to lick and kiss her neck.

"Uhhh," came his groan, vibrating against her throat.

"You're not ...". How was she supposed to tell him that he didn't have a pencil in his pocket, so to speak.

"I'm not aroused?" he gasped against her. He felt her nod. "I'm not aiming to get aroused. There's no ulterior motive. I just wanna lay between your legs and kiss you. Is that okay?"

"More than okay, honey," she breathed. She lay there for a while, savouring the feel of his slightly rough tongue lapping at her neck. Well, it was more that he was drawing the lithe muscle across her skin ever so slowly, then drawing his bottom lip back up after it in a kiss. She placed a hand in his hair and massaged his scalp with her fingers.

"It's difficult not to be aroused when you start doing that," he vibrated against her skin.

She chuckled and lessened her motions, simply rubbing her fingers through his curls. "I'm sorry." She let out an involuntary gasp when he mouth left her neck. He propped himself up on his forearms and gazed into her eyes.

"I really enjoyed my evening," he said, one hand lifting to run over her cheek. "Did you?"

She smiled against his hand, and turned her head slightly, running her lips over his thumb. "I seem to be enjoying all my evenings lately," she replied. "I can't think why, though."

"Nah, got me stumped, too," he returned. His face straightened, and he touched his lips to hers. "You still wanna carry this through, right?"

Sara's eyes narrowed. "Huh?"

"You still wanna go the whole seven days of me wooing you? You don't want to rush in and ...".

She placed a finger over his lips. "Gil, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. To be honest, I don't think I want it to end. But all good things ...".

"It's not like we won't be seeing each other, honey," he insisted. "I mean, we'll be together, won't we?"

"Only if you're good in bed," she joked. "Sweetheart, I know this is just a precursor to bigger things for us," she said lightly, "but I'm savouring this now. We won't have this time back once it's over, so, like I said, I want to savour these moments." She wriggled against him - he wasn't light, and his weight was pressing down on her a little too much. Taking her hint, he shifted off her partially, and let his hand slide to her waist.

"That was one thing I meant to ask you," he grumbled sleepily, his face pressed into a pillow.

"What?"

"Are you multi-orgasmic?" His head shot up when he heard her shout of laughter. "What?" he protested.

"That has to be the most arbitrary thing anyone has ever asked me."

"Just answer 'the most arbitrary question' anyone has ever asked you," he said.

"No, I'm not, but that's because none of the guys I've ever been with have had the skill to make me come more than once in one session. Why?"

He blushed, and his words were obscured by the pillow, and she had to ask him to repeat what he said. Looking up at her, he spoke slowly and deliberately. "There were some things I wanted do ... I want to do them all in the one session, so to speak, but I won't if you won't come more than once."

She batted her eyelids seductively, and touched the hand that lay on her waist. "Oh, I'll be able to come for you, certainly more than once," she growled in a low voice. Her eyes followed her hand, and she took in those large, gentle, but slightly roughened hands. "With those hands ..." she said wistfully, "that mouth," she added, running her other hand across his lips once more, "you'll definitely get my juices flowing." Grissom swallowed at her double entendre, but she continued. "God, I can look into those eyes of yours, your eyes alone can make me moist," came her throaty voice.

"You're, uh, you're really not helping with my self-contol thing, here," he groaned. "Save the pillow talk for three days' time. If you can say anything other than my name," he smirked, glad to see her blush.

"I guess two can play at that game," she grinned. She kissed him again. "We've got an hour before we should be getting up for work, so we should just grab as much sleep as possible."

He squeezed her hip gently and returned her grin. "Y'know, I really am enjoing my evening."

"Me too, babe," she said, grasping his hand and closing her eyes.