Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
Author's Note: I wanted to get this posted last night but something that came up that prevented me from doing so. There will be one more chapter after this one. Tell me what you think about this one? Please. :D
Their night hadn't gone exactly as planned. Heather had wanted to punish Gil for his actions so badly, but was unable. She had gotten him tied to the bed and that was as far as the disciplining went. She had untied him almost immediately and allowed him to move freely. The night seemed to go on for hours and when the two were finally too exceedingly tired to move anymore, Heather rested her head on Gil's chest and he wrapped his arms around her. And they slept until the early afternoon. Gil was the first to awake, but he didn't have the heart to move Heather so he could get up. She looked so beautiful and peaceful sleeping there on him.
He gently stroked her hair, feeling the softness beneath his fingers. Her hair was nearly as soft as her skin, something he had never experience before. He was amazed by her, also something that had never happened. No human being had ever succeeded in making him feel the way she did, and he liked that. It showed that she truly was someone special.
"How long have you been awake?" Heather groggily asked. She didn't raise her head from her spot on his chest and her voice just was above a whisper.
"Just a little while," Gil replied, his voice the same quiet tone. "Did you sleep well?"
Heather lifted her head up and looked at Gil. He looked happy and extremely well rested; a combination the dominatrix had missed seeing. "Yes, I did. Thank you for asking."
Gil gently pulled her closer to him, and pressed his lips to hers. It was just a simple good morning kiss; he broke away before things returned to their situation just hours earlier.
"Do pancakes and eggs sound good?" Heather asked as she abandoned her spot on the bed. Her vanishing warmth made Gil want to chase her, scoop her naked figure up in his arms and carry to her back to the bed, where they could lay for the entire day. He would've actually liked that; to just lie in bed with Heather resting her head on his chest as she had been. He shook the thoughts from his head, realizing she was still awaiting an answer.
"That sounds fine," Gil replied with a grin. "But please, let me prepare it."
Heather strode into her large walk in closet. Gil heard the light click on, and he wondered just what she was doing. He ran his hand over his face, just calming himself down. He, Gil Grissom, had spent the night with the astounding Lady Heather. He didn't think it was possible that she had given him another chance, another shot to redeem himself. Maybe it was all a dream. Perhaps he was asleep, and this all was a tortuous hallucination of some sort. But it had to be real; it just had to be!
"Something wrong?" Heather inquired worriedly as she emerged from her closet. She pulled a large t-shirt over her head with a smile.
"No. I'm fine." Gil gave her a small grin in return. "You get back in bed. I'll make us breakfast."
"Gil, I have specific requirements I have to follow," Heather reminded him.
He thought a moment, trying to figure out what she was saying. Then he nodded as he remembered; her diabetes. "I remember." He dressed quickly in his clothes from the previous night before exiting the room to prepare their meal.
Heather climbed back into her bed with a smile that just would not leave her face. She leaned against the backboard, recalling the night before and trying to decide if she had made the wrong choice, allowing him a second chance.
"I'm not making you pancakes, they have too much sugar!" Gil called up to her from the intercom from the kitchen. As the words sank in, Heather realized she hadn't made the wrong decision at all.