As they pulled up to the rented townhouse, Sara gave his leg a tight squeeze pulling him from staring out the window back to her. Sara searched his eyes wondering where he drifted off to, but his smile returned gave away nothing. They both made a quick run for the door while the rain pounded around them. When they got inside, Sara grabbed the Excedrin from the cabinet above the fridge and pulled out a single pill for Grissom. While she stood in the kitchen filling up a glass of water, she teased.

"I guess I should have only ordered you one."

Grissom smirked and took the glass of water from her hand, but dismissed the pill. His headache had managed to dissipate on its own. As Grissom pounded the water back, Sara watched him and scrunched her eyebrows, concerned. Not understanding the transition of these new headaches frustrated her. Grissom kissed her lips and pushed her wet hair back behind her ear, letting her know that he really was okay.

"Sweetie, I'm fine…"

Sara squinted her eyes, playfully implying she didn't believe him.

"…In fact…"

Grissom set the glass on the counter and brought both of his hands up to Sara's neck. With his middle fingers he trailed along her collar bone till the fabric of her dressed nudged against the side of his finger. Grissom looped his finger under the fabric on either side and pulled the strap outward till it slid down her arm. In one swift motion, Sara's dress laid in a pile around her feet. Grissom bit his lip as he gazed down her long form. His eyes momentarily lost in the perky peaks of her chest before they ventured further into the valleys that were created between the silk of her panties and her hips. Sara licked her lips as she watched him devour her with his eyes. Him just looking at her aroused her.

Sara reached for the buttons of the white linen shirt that was clinging to Grissom's chest. As she worked the buttons loose, she felt his hands on her hips and his lips on her neck. He was sucking the water from her neck down to her shoulders and back up as if she were his only source of hydration. When his shirt fell to the floor, Grissom pulled her body to his and she could feel his erection press into her center, pushing a small moan from her mouth.

Grissom bent his knees and wrapped his arms around Sara's waist, hoisting her straight up as he carried her into the bedroom. Sara laughed into his shoulder when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He set her back onto her feet as they both stood at the edge of the bed. As his arms let her go, he unclasped her bra, letting it fall between them. His eyes went from hers to her breasts as he ran his hand from the top of her neck down till he felt his finger tips hit the silk that hugged her hips. Sara raised her chin and smashed her lips into his, opening her mouth, desperate for his kiss.

When the roaming hands and impassioned kisses were no longer enough, Sara sat on the edge of the bed in front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. Her hands move agonizingly slow as she unlatched the button and pulled his zipper down. Grissom bit his lip as he watched her focus on the task in front of her. Sara snaked her fingertips on the inside of his briefs, tugging him forward slightly as she pulled them over his member. Her hands grazed along his inseam as she pushed the clothing to the floor. Grissom could feel her nails rake down his legs. When she looked back up to him, Sara was further aroused to see that he was again watching her.

Leaning into him, she opened her lips slightly and placed a soft kiss on his tip, her lips sucking gently before she released her kiss. This made him exhale sharply, pushing the available air out of his lungs in a quick rush as he tilted his head back. With her hands on the backside of his hips holding him still, Sara pressed her body against his as she stood up and she could feel him pulse between them both. His hands grabbed her face and pulled her mouth to his, his tongue searching for hers again this time with a need darker than before.

Sara leaned back onto the bed and Grissom hovered over her. He ran his hands across her stomach and hooked his fingers under the thin straps above each of her legs. He dragged them down slowly revealing her most intimate parts slowly. Sara lifted her knee and turned her leg inward, involuntarily moving to cover herself. But as soon as she did it, she realized there was no need. This man knew her inside and out and there was never a reason to hide from his eyes. He loved everything about her…every freckle, every curl, every imperfection that blessed her body.

Grissom crawled onto the bed, and Sara moved her legs to make room for him to lay in between them. Grissom took his time kissing his way up her long legs, his beard scratching at the soft skin that lined the inside of her thighs. Sara grasped at the sheets to her side when she felt the bristles of his face inch closer to her center. Feeling the sheets pull around him made him smile against her skin. Grissom felt his member pulse and move longing for her when the scent that was Sara permeated his senses.

His kisses continued across her hips and up her stomach while his hands made work of her breasts above. Sara ran her hands through the damp curls on his head while her smooth legs wrapped around Grissom's body, pinning him to her. A soft moan left Sara's lips when she felt his member lay between her legs, begging to be with her. Sara pulled him up to her face and leaned up grab his lips with her own. The passion of their kiss made it messy and desperate. The teasing of touches no longer sufficient to satisfy their need for one another.

Grissom was grinding his body against hers as Sara scraped her finger tips down his back. He snuck his hand between them, making sure Sara was ready before he pressed his tip forward. Sara bucked her hips and widened her legs, welcoming him in as he filled her slowly. With a few small slow thrusts, they built a rhythm and their hands continued to roam. Grissom raised his leg up on the bed, supporting himself when he arched his back to gain momentum for the thrusts that continued to build in intensity. Sara's breath was ragged and broken, she clamped her eyes shut as if doing so could somehow capture the pleasure forever.

Nestled in her neck was Grissom's bearded lips and chin where raspy groans escaped and flowed into Sara's ear. The audible confirmation that she could still pleasure him the way he wanted, sent shivers down to her toes. When he raised himself up for better leverage, Sara brought her arms to rest on the tops of his shoulders, steadying herself. One of her hands ran down his neck to his chest and she could feel his rapid heart beat in her palm. When he felt Sara's legs wrap about his thighs, he knew she was close and did his best to keep his rhythm steady while he watched her face. With her eyes still shut, Sara's mouth dropped open and gasp as she felt her walls tighten before she released around him. Grissom dropped his lips to hers covering her moans with his need for her. As Sara rode the waves of her climax, Grissom pulled back slightly before slamming forward with his final thrusts. His guttural groan filled the room as he felt her body consume all that he had. He lowered himself onto her gently, catching his breath and looking for the strength to do it all over again.

Neither of them had any desire to move. With his head on her chest, Grissom was content with his sight of Sara's peaks blocking out most of the view of the bed and room around them. He had found her hand and was tracing small circles into her palm while her other hand was lost amidst the curls on his head. Sara loved this moment, whether they were post-coital or not. For all the years she spent chasing him down, to have him vulnerable with her. It was a comfort she'd never take for granted.

When their combined body heat no longer felt enough to keep them warm, Grissom leaned to the end of the bed and pulled the rustled sheet up over them. Leaning to his side, Sara cuddled herself against him and watched the raise and fall of his chest. Sara replayed the evening in her mind and felt a distance memory wash over her. She couldn't help but smirk, and he felt it against his chest.

"What is it, Sara."

"You know what this reminds me of?"

"Hmm?"

"That night…on the boat."

"You're going to have to be more specific, dear."

Grissom smirked, knowing that he knew exactly what she was talking about. Sara looked up and realized that he was messing with her. She pinched him lightly and he chuckled under her as she continued.

"I don't know why…maybe it was the rain."

"Yeah, I had thought the same thing."

"Is that where you drifted to? In the car?"

Grissom nodded his head.

"mmhmm…. More or less."

"oh? What does more or less mean?"

Grissom sighed before he answered.

"Well…I remembered all of it. The exhausting expedition, the fight, the anger, the hurt…"

Sara's face started to frown concerned as to why he was thinking so thoroughly.

"…It was all necessary… It was all a necessary pain to get back to you. To realize you were what I wanted and the rest didn't matter. And ever since then, I haven't had a single doubt about how I want to spend my life with you. Boat or no boat."

Sara smiled, somewhat surprised at the full sentences he mustered to actually express his feelings.

"Well…I'm glad we skipped the fight this time."

Grissom smiled and squeezed her close to him.

"Well, dear we may have to skip the ending too. I'm not sure I could give you hours anymore."

"I don't need hours, Gil. I just need this…-"

Sara curled her arm further around his waist and snuggled her leg in between his, making herself more comfortable along his body.

"-…This I could do for hours."

"That…I can give you."

Grissom closed his eyes and settled his arm on her back, rubbing her day away softly. Sara was ready to drift to sleep when she felt the raspy hum of his voice carry out through his chest. She smiled and closed her eyes, as the familiar melody was sung softly beneath her.

"…I say my darlin, you were wonderful tonight."


FIN

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