She smiled, "So washing or drying?" she asked, standing and gathering their plates.
"Ladies choice." He responded.
"I'd better wash; I might scare you away if you armed me with a wet towel." She was delighted at the blush that statement caused on Grissom's face.
"Sure…." He mumbled in response.
They set to work quickly, the dishes and skillet cleaned and dried in a matter of minutes. Sara did notice, to her amusement, that Grissom kept a tight hold on his dish towel the entire time. She snuck up on him, just as he was putting the last dish away, whispering in his ear, "Bedtime."
He shivered slightly, at the erotic tone of her voice as much as the feel of it against his ear. "I changed the sheets day before yesterday, but I have another clean set in the hall closet. It'll just take a second to change them."
He moved past Sara towards the hall closet, only stopping when her hand squeezed his fore arm. "Don't worry about it Grissom. Its fine the way it is."
"Are you sure? It's no trouble." He responded. The truth was that Sara was more than happy to sleep in Grissom's bed, especially in sheets that still had his scent clinging to them. If she couldn't sleep wrapped in Grissom's arms this was the next best thing.
"It's fine Grissom, really." She was very tempted to remind him of her previous offer. Sleeping together, even if it was just sleep, was very tempting at the moment. She could picture them snuggling together in his bed, her back pressed against his warm chest. God she was never going to get any sleep at this rate.
He led her down the hallway to his bed room, over his shoulder he told her, "Let me just get my pyjamas and tooth brush and the room is all yours."
"Damnit." She softly cursed, remembering that she had neither a tooth brush nor pyjamas with her.
Grissom ignored her for the moment, dashing into his bathroom before returning to her side with a spare tooth brush. "Ta da, and I haven't even opened the package yet." He smiled at her, triumphant that he had solved her problem.
She returned his smile, taking the toothbrush from him, "Thank you Grissom. But I can't exactly wear this to bed."
He bit his lip, no doubt trying to convince his mind not to focus on that mental image. He quickly turned away from her, taking his pyjamas from the top drawer. Grissom pointed to the third drawer on the left, "There are clean t-shirts in there, you can sleep in one of those." She nodded at him.
He turned back to look at her, "Goodnight Sara." before walking back to the couch in the living room.
She sighed, moving into his bedroom to change for bed.