The handle squealed, twisting on the stream of water. The glass slid quietly on its path, closing the door behind him, gliding to obstruct the flow of water to the shower floor. Steam filled the enclosed glass box, racing to the top to spread about the room. Every breath he took, the steam relaxed him on the inside, while the unceasing beating of hot water calmed and relaxed his muscles. Water droplets trickle down his chiseled physique, tracing every defined muscle.

Sara awoke to an empty bed, the sheets still warm, but cooling quickly, she decided. Waking further, hearing the running water, she put on her silk robe and tiptoed into the bathroom. The mirror was opaque with steam and the room was a few degrees warmer than the rest of the apartment. It's going to get a lot hotter. Gil opened the glass door, "I'm sorry. Did I wake you? Hope you don't mind," he motioned his head to the shower.

"No, I don't mind but I wanted to make sure you were alright. You seemed to be more than alright earlier," Sara playfully bit her bottom lip.

"I was definitely more than alright. And I'm sorry..."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "For what?"

Gil grinned wide and grabbed for something in the shower, "For doing this," he sprayed her with the showerhead. They both laughed and when she finally got the showerhead from him she dropped it and grabbed his sopping wet hair in her fingers and pulled him to her. But just before they kissed, she stopped him and said, "You didn't actually mean you wanted to leave now, right?"

"Well of course not, I'm wet and naked...then we can go."

She moved her hands from his hair to his perfect ass and yanked him to her and looked up at him through her eyelashes, "Now?" Sara once again bit her lip, ever so playfully, and grinned. Gil loosened the strap on her robe and let it fall to her forearms, loosely draping her lower back.

"Hmm, I don't think there is anywhere I need to be, or anything I'd rather be doing. But you need to come in here with me...I'm very dirty and could use the help." He flashes her the smile that melts her into his arms, and bed, every time. She let the silk fall the rest of the way and stepped in with him. Gil stood with his back to the pounding water, he grabbed Sara's hips and pulled her closer, taking her breath away. She slid her hands up the sides of his abs, over his chest, and finally laced her fingers in his hair. The steam rose around them leaving no visible objects within sight, but Sara didn't mind the view she had. This man she came so close to losing, the man she felt comfortable with-the only person she felt happy and trusted wholeheartedly-stood holding her tight to him, never seeming to ever get enough of her. As the steam grew so did the intensity between them. Sara palmed Gil's hair and brought him into a deep, passionate kiss that neither broke for several minutes and only then to take a breath. His hands moved all over her wet, naked body and he knew exactly where to place them and when. Gil's left hand caressed her chin and cheek while his right tugged her a little closer on the small of her back. With the push into his groin Sara moaned in his mouth. Gil broke the kissing to look at Sara and he smiled because he knew exactly what he was doing to her, but she also knew what she was doing to him.

Sara reached down and held him, which received a groan out of him and through his breath he said, "I will never get enough of you." How the hell did he know I was worried about that? It's like he is reading my mind.

Shocking Sara briefly, Gil pushed her back up against the wall and pinned her there with his body. Kissing each other as if that were the only thing keeping them alive, not oxygen. His fingers moved everywhere and Sara felt him on every part of her body. His fingers dug into the backs of her thighs as she brought them up and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing them tightly to further him into her. Sara arched her back and thrusted her chest up; her head dropped back while her mouth stayed open. Gasping for air, as Gil kissed her neck, she moaned as he began to move his hips back and forth, slamming himself into her. Sara steadied herself by putting her left hand on the glass door, eyes shut, panting, gyrating her hips in perfect rhythm as each thrusted together. Gil was still moving his mouth all over Sara's body, "Oh God, Gil!" she moaned in sweet ecstasy and she felt a smile from his hot, panting mouth on her breast.

Still, as he rammed into her, she grasped his hair and raised his face to meet hers, she gave appreciation to him with her tongue. Their tongues were nothing new to the other's but they still explored deeper in each other. Sara loved the taste of Gil and her. She squeezed her legs tighter around his waist as her hands pulled him closer by his hips, moving them quickly to his shoulders and scratching just slightly: to tell him she wanted him and all of him. Gil groaned into her mouth when she began to move in rhythm and pushed her breasts against his chest. Her hands on everything, however she mostly controlled him from his hair. He reached up behind her head and yanked on her hair so he could have easier access to her neck. Sara moaned again, she loved the feel of him kissing her neck, kissing me anywhere actually, she pressed her chest harder into his.

"OHHH! HUHHH! Gil! PLEASE. DON'T. STOP."

"Mmm!"

Their grunts, groans, and moans were loud. After a few rounds of shower sex, they got out and dried off their bodies, but not hair, and didn't bother to put on clothes…they still had another round in them in bed. Both panting hard, completely satisfied, were giggling and smiling.

"That was the best I've ever had." Gil spoke in between pants.

"Same. Best three hours! I'm impressed by your stamina, Dr. Grissom," she said, raising her head up and smiling at him.

"To be honest, you're the only one who can do that to me. My safe word is never going to be spoken with you, because I will never have enough. You are beautiful inside and out Sara Sidle."

Sara kissed him deeply and said, "You're the only one who can satisfy me, the only one who I never have to fake it with, the only person in my life I trust with every part of me. Victor Grissom, you have my heart whether you want it or not."

"Sara, I want everything from you and you will always have everything from me, including my heart."

"Promise me something?" Her voice is soft and shy.

"Anything," squeezing her a little tighter to his side.

"Promise to never let go, to never leave."

"I promise to never let you go or ever leave you, Sara. I will handcuff my hands and glue my body to yours so you are assured I won't go. I can't imagine my life without you in my arms, in my bed, well your bed I guess we're currently in..." Sara chuckled and stared into his gorgeous blue eyes as they sparkled in the moonlight. "...I love you, Sara."

"Good, because I love you too, Gil. No, no, stay up here with me this time." Sara said when Gil started to slide under the sheets; he did. They made love. Both were moving more tenderly. As they slid their arms above their heads, they locked fingers while Sara arched up into Gil and his kiss. They were officially in love...Sara finally got her movie love scene, where the two leads held hands during sex, but she didn't think about that until later.