It was sort of funny, the way that had skipped being a couple and progressed to lovers.
They cuddled on her couch, wrapped up in one of Sara's handy double-sized XL towels. They were still breathing kind of heavily, cheeks reddish and skin still searing hot, but fresh and clean nonetheless.
Sara had been a little surprised when she'd peeked around the shower curtain to find Grissom standing there with a bag of lemons, but she was glad he'd taken the initiative. Very glad. It had probably been the most enjoyable shower she'd had since the comical HAZMAT shower she'd shared with Greg…only this one was about a zillion times more pleasurable.
"This isn't weird for you, is it?" She now asked him, nudging her nose into his freshly-washed, sweet smelling neck. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying the feel of her pressed closely against him underneath that huge towel. Seriously enjoying it.
"This? Weird? Sara, nothing ever felt so right," He replied a little confused.
"No, I mean where we are right now…we never really did the whole dating thing. You know, seeing each other? Not that I mind, of course."
"Honey, I've seen you almost every night since you came here. Every experiment we did seemed like a date, as weird as that sounds…" He said, stroking her still-wet hair with one hand.
"Yeah, I know what you mean…like that time when we got to blow up those pipe bombs?" She smiled, remembering how good he'd looked that day. That was one of her favourite 'Grissom' moments.
"Yeah. Things like that. You don't mind this, do you?" He asked, gesturing with his hand between them.
"Hell no. Grissom, I wanted you since the day we met…" She said, staring right into those gorgeous eyes she'd fallen in love with. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Grissom pulled her by the waist so that she was lying on his chest. He kept stroking her hair, feeling extremely ecstatic, but oddly serene at the same time. He'd never felt so amazing.
"Griss?" She said after a moment, putting her hands on wither side of his shoulders so she could look at his face.
"Mm?"
"What you said before…did you…did you really mean it?" She asked tentatively, afraid he'd take it back. He had told her he loved her in the heat of the moment.
Was that it? The heat of the moment? She had to know.
Grissom's arms wrapped around her torso letting his hands rest in the graceful dip of her back, hidden by the fluffy towel.
"Yeah," He said quietly, "I do."
"Good," Sara said, her eyes a little glassy. She leaned in and kissed him softly, still being careful not to touch his bruises. She pulled away after an excruciatingly pleasant moment and let the words flow out of her mouth like the finest silk;
"I love you, Gil Grissom."
They were there for a while, basking in each other's presence, and enjoying the moment. Grissom was blissfully satiated with Sara…he'd never felt like this about anyone. It was amazing, how different he felt around her. It was also amazing, how the awkwardness had left the two of them. He'd never been able to be around a woman like he was around Sara.
One thing that hadn't changed though was the sexual tension that was so apparent between them at work. It was often harder now, to keep things between them out of their work life. Now that they had been together, they both found it hard not to look at each other too much…sometimes they found themselves having silent conversations with each other across a room.
Probably better that way, though, because people would probably think it was just the same old, same old. But it was killing both of them. As Catherine once said, there were no two people that needed to get laid more than both of them…and now that they were together, it was hard not to let that interfere with their work lives.
"Whoa, Boss, who did you piss off?" Greg exclaimed as he saw Grissom walking down the hall, stopping at the sight of Grissom's slightly purple flesh. Grissom stopped his whistling (yes, whistling) to stare at him.
"Sara, evidently," he stated, shrugging and averting his eyes from Greg, as if they alone would tell him what had gone on with Sara. Greg smiled widely and followed Grissom into the evidence room, where three fibers, a skin tag, and a fingerprint laid waiting for them.
"Yeah…She can get a little rough sometimes…" Greg said, still smiling, his eyebrows rising up suggestively. Grissom's head snapped up from the table to give Greg his very personal best death-glare. Greg saw the look on Grissom's face and immediately wished he hadn't said that….
Grissom already knew what he was going to do to get Greg back for that comment. How 'bout a nice, juicy decomp? Or maybe all the decomps for this month…
Actually, Gregory, she doesn't like to work that way…Grissom thought to himself, satisfied with the fact that he knew such information.
"Actually, Sara decided to take her anger out on the morgue door, behind which I happened to be minding my own business."
"Oh," was his answer as Greg cowered behind his double-ocular scope. He'd always known Grissom was sort of protective about Sara, but he definitely now knew the consequences of crossing the line.
Let me guess, thought Greg, a month's worth of decomps…lucky me.
a/n: you know what to do.
