Grissom perched on the armrest of the couch, watching Sara standing a few feet away. Her arms crossed over her chest a little self-consciously as he gazed straight at her, hiding nothing from her in his eyes. After a moment, Sara shifted her feet and asked him what was wrong.
"You heard me, didn't you?" He asked quietly. Sara shrugged.
"Grissom, I heard you when you spoke to Dr. Lurie. I heard you when you were at the stand. I don't even know if you were talking about me, but--"
"I was, Sara. I was… You don't ever have to doubt that," He said with a sigh, his intense gaze still on her, "Corny, I know, but sometimes I think about you so much that I slip up and I say something like that. It happens all the time – when you're there, when you're not – and I can't do anything about it."
Sara stared at him for a moment, telling her that everything he'd ever said to her was true.
"Since when have you been interested in beauty? Since I met you..."
She broke his gaze to stare off to the side for a moment.
"I know that when you talked to Lurie you said I wasn't worth the risk…" She trailed off.
"Sara. Don't you ever think that. I didn't mean that. I meant that I was an idiot and acoward to see what an incredible woman I had before me and never did anything about it. And a lot has happened since then. I've pulled my head out of my ass, in your words," Grissom said, reaching up and running a hand through his dark curls.
Sara stood and watched him, looking amazingly good in his suit. She suddenly wished she could be the one running a hand through his hair. She wanted to touch his lips, have his strong arms holding her…
...but first she had to know.
"Grissom, what you said tonight…was it true?" She said quietly. His eyes snapped up to hers and before he answered, she knew.
"Every word, honey, every word."
Grissom reached out a hand to her and she came to him, her eyes going a little watery and a full smile on her face. He pulled her in to him and into a deep kiss. His hands found her hips as her tongue found his, and he pulled her between his knees. Sara leaned up against him, running her fingers through his hair. Grissom moaned and his hands reached around to the dimples in the small of her back; the place he knew best, having set his hand there many a time before.
Sara smiled into his lips, recognizing the familiar feel of his hands and their familiar place. She'd longed for those hands for so long, and she'd wanted them even more after they first touched her that night. Her hands reached to remove his suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. Grissom's hands tightened around her waist.
"It's not too soon for you, is it?" She breathed into his neck, feeling his warm, big hands slide up her waist, not wanting it to end.
"Sara, If I wait any longer, I'll die…I need you," He said with vehemence, his deep blue eyes emitting waves of heat to her very core.
She smiled and gently pushed on his shoulders, so that he slipped off of the armrest and onto the couch. She settled in between his legs and began to undo his tie and kiss him hard at the same time, making him groan beneath her in pleasure.
Once again, when he felt her hands on his bare skin, he growled a deep, rumbling noise that even managed to make Sara moan his name. He pulled off her shirt and let his hands roam around her, discovering the soft skin he'd always longed to touch. She sat, straddling his thighs and undoing his belt and he just watched her, his want for her, his need for her growing with every passing second. Grissom's hands slid up her strong legs and her head fell back.
Then he sat up, shrugged off the rest of his shirt and scooped her up, carrying her to his bedroom. He laid her down on his bed and watched her for a moment. Every moment he'd been attracted to her led to now. Every single thought about her he had he used to fuel his passion for her and he slid onto the bed. He covered her slender body with his and aimed to kiss every square millimeter of her precious body, to let his mouth tell the millions of words he'd never said to her but wanted to, to make her know how much she meant to him.
An indefinite time later, Sara found her eyes going hazy as Grissom's hands held hers next to her head, their sweat-slicked bodies swaying as one. She felt as if she would explode as Grissom made love to her, in such a way that she'd never experienced. Then, on the brink of some fiery existence, she saw Grissom's face rocking above hers, his dark blue bedroom eyes piercing hers. She was sure it would send her over, but Grissom hesitated for a second.
"Sara…" he whispered hoarsely and Sara ran a hand over his damp brow.
"I love you."
Sara felt her heart do that odd thing it did whenever she saw Grissom, except a million times bigger. She whispered 'I love you' back to him, and that was all either needed. She resisted the urge to throw her head back and instead stared into his deep eyes and cried out his name. She let herself fall, knowing that Grissom would be there to catch her.
a/n: phew. done. i got sparklin-strawberries to beta this and she said that i don't really need to go 'm'. anyone think so? leave your reviews PLEASE.
