"Aw, c'mon, it's DisneyLand! Please, Sara, humour me. I'm feeling horny." Grissom had his arms wrapped around Sara's waist as she stood at their hotel room basin brushing her teeth. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck, trying his best to distract her.

"Gri-iss," came Sara's voice, mock-chiding. "Not here."

"Why not?" he inquired, hands moving into places that wouldn't have been entirely appropriate in public.

"We're at DisneyLand," she murmured through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"And? I just said that."

"For some reason, I have an issue with indulging in several of our hobbies in a place that's meant for children. It's ... creepy."

Grissom lifted his head from nuzzling her neck and regarded her in the mirror. "You can't be serious," he said in disbelief.

Sara looked at his reflection and shrugged, rubbing her ass against him. She saw him wince. "Yup."

"And you keep trying to arouse me."

"Yup."

Grissom smiled wickedly. "Y'know, my darling, you should really be careful. If you get me going too much, I might just have no option left but to carry you over to that bed, whether you like it or not."

Sara rubbed against him some more. "Oh, trust me, I'd love it," she enthused. "And it's just as hard for me, trying to resist your masculine charms. It just doesn't feel right."

Grissom squeezed her waist and kissed her one last time. "Okay. You know I'm only joking, don't you? I respect your wishes fully." Sara turned to him and cupped his cheek, nodding. "But if I hear that Catherine and Warrick got some action tonight, you're for it, baby," he muttered

"And I shall look forward to it," she told him, winking. "But you'll need all your energy for the rides," she reminded him.

"You're one of them."

She slapped his arm lightly. "For that, you can sleep in here, on your own. I get the bed." She waltzed past him and claimed the bed for herself. "Night night," she called sweetly, waving at Gil/

He squared his shoulders and stalked softly from the bathroom into the main hotel room. "Nuh uh," he disagreed. His eyes sparkled dangerously.

Sara felt a shiver fill her body, a throb between her legs. Oh, she wanted to get to know this Grissom, the forceful one, the one who wasn't polite and gentle. She wanted the raw animal in him, wanted him to ravage her completely and utterly. She knew that, apart from on rollercoasters, the bedroom was probably the only place he could truly be himself, and he still wasn't opening himself up. She so desperately wanted him to be himself, to show her his true colours. "Come on then," she taunted.

He blinked in surprise, and grinned, sensing that she was probably wanted him right there and then. "Second thoughts, I've changed my mind." He watched her groan in frustration. He sidled up to the bed and slipped in next to her, resting his arm on her waist. "Wouldn't want to corrupt this place, would we?" He dropped his head on her shoulder and fell asleep.

Sara settled back into his chest and closed her eyes, thinking, not sleeping. She still didn't fully understand him, or his drives. She could quite easily cater to his needs - despite him being enigmatic, she had always been pretty spot on in predicting what he wanted. But she wanted to understand him on a deeper level, to know his life force. She felt that she owed that much to him. But most of all, she wanted to know why he was preventing himself from opening up.

"Sleep well?" Grissom had gotten up before Sara, and had just exited the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Sara was sitting up in bed facing him.

"Yeah, thanks. You?" He nodded. "Good." Silence. This was going to be hard. "Why did you change your mind last night?"

Grissom shrugged. "Don't know. Tease you, perhaps? Felt like being a little cruel," he added.

"Nothing new, there," she said, slightly biting.

"Meaning?" He ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking the excess water from it.

"Meaning, you've always been a tease, a bit cruel," she spat out, her usually-warm eyes cool.

"Oh, this is one of those days, is it?" he asked. The mood had changed very quickly, and he knew he'd probably done something to piss her off. "What's wrong?"

Sara's eyes widened in mock innocence. "Oh, nothing. Nothing's wrong."

"You know, considering I'm the one who was knocked back last night, I should be the one in a pissy mood," he retorted. He wasn't making things better, but he was going to damned if he was to apologise. When she had drifted off to sleep, he'd gotten out of bed and taken matters into his own hands, so to speak. He hadn't wanted to do so, but he thought it would disrespctful for him to lie there with certain body parts poking in her spine.

"You were the one who didn't want to be in the same bed after you thought I'd gone to sleep. You were the one who changed your mind." And please let us welcome our special guest for the evening, mister self-destructive behaviour. Why the hell did she always feel the need to provoke situations. "Your hand better company than me?"

"I was frustrated," Grissom snapped in reply. "I didn't want you to go to sleep with me digging in your back."

Sara's expression softened. "All you had to do was ask," she chided him, smiling. "I would have perhaps made some concessions."

Grissom shook his head. "You'd made it clear. I'm not going to force the issue," he said simply.

"Maybe you should."

"What?"

"Maybe you should take the situation by the throat and force it. Let it out. Don't be so fucking courteous. Maybe I want you to grab me regardless of what I say. Maybe I want you to carry me to the bed and dive right in."

"And maybe I don't do that because I don't wanna hurt you. Me forcing you wouldn't be love. It would be rape, and that's an offence. One I'm not partial to committing."

"But it's not you. I can tell that sometimes you just wanna fuck me," she said. She smiled at his horror. "I don't care," she said unashamedly. "I'm not using civilised language because this is not the time or place. Sometimes I look into your eyes, or I can feel the way your hands grab me, or the way your mouth touches me, or the way your frame moves - some nights you don't want intimacy. You want control." She saw him squirm uncomfortably, and she slid out from under the sheets, slinking towards him, legs and hips like liquid. She rested her hands on his towel-wrapped ass and pulled him close. "Baby, I'm fine with you wanting to be rough."

"It's dangerous," Grissom choked, squeezing his eyes closed. "I'm dangerous. If I wasn't careful, I could hurt you."

"Maybe we need a controlled environment, then."

"You're not seriously suggesting?" He trailed off, looking at her brown orbs. Oh, shitting hell, she was. "No way. I may have my quirks, but I'm not into BDSM," he said firmly.

"Honey, it's not to do with that," Sara emphasised. "We could just have a codeword, or a signal, and if I felt you were getting out of control, I'd use to bring you to heel."

Grissom cupped both her cheeks with his hand. "You don't understand," he complained. "Once I lose control, that's it. No-one can control me, not even myself."

Sara nodded resignedly. "Just think about it," she asked. She kissed his cheek. "I'll get showered and then meet all you guys downstairs, okay?"

Grissom copied her movement. "I love you," he sighed.

"I love you too," she smiled, releasing him. "Get some clothes on before you freeze," she told him, face drooping slightly in sadness.