Sara was groggy as she woke up, not quite remembering where she was, until she saw him. Bare-chested with a pair of black boxers on, and an untied robe, Professor Gill Grissom was bringing her coffee.
He sat down beside her, handing her a mug. She stared at him over the rim of her coffee. Her intense observation, reminding him that he was nearly nude in front of her. He hastily tied up his robe, and she hid her smile.
She smirked, "Why do I feel like asking, was it good for you?"
He groaned, chuckling at her comment, "I do seem to be a little under dressed, don't I?"
She grinned, "I don't mind", he flushed crimson at the hunger in her eyes.
"I should get dressed and I'm sure you have a class to get to." He responded, stubbornly willing the colour out of his cheeks as he walked back towards his bed room.
"Actually I have the day off, so I'm yours as long as you want me."
This time he flushed for a different reason, the heat of her stare and words was becoming a little too much for his libido. He turned to confront her and realized she was silently laughing at his discomfort.
He gave up and retreated to the bedroom, silently answering her statement, 'How about the rest of your life, Ms Sidle….'