Sara was having a difficult time falling asleep with her mind trailing off to him. Letting out a sigh, Sara decides to stop fighting for sleep and grabs beer from the fridge. She turns on the stereo, connects her phone and presses play, not really caring what song played so long as it was no longer just her thoughts. Softly the music begins to play and one of her favorite songs moves through the apartment.

Like a montage in a movie

Right before the hero dies.

Like the first time that you listen

To your favorite singer live.

Like an echo in a canyon

Like the tears but you're not sad

Like a sunrise on a mountain

I wanna move you like that

Sara started thinking about how it's amazing to connect with lyrics so wholeheartedly. The unbelievable timing of when a song comes on right when you need to hear it, but hadn't realized just how much you needed it. Then Sara decided she was going to write everything running through her mind right now in a letter to Grissom. Tell him without telling him in person…yeah, I mean I overtalk whenever around him.

It'll be like writing an angry email without a recipient and then delete it without the chance of hitting send. Just to get, even if only for a moment, feel as though he knows.

Sara grabs a notebook and pen, takes a shot for that last bit of encouragement to write it out. I mean I can always burn it when I'm done. She grabs another beer and sits at the bar in her kitchen; still listening to the music playing around her.

Grissom was in his office a few days later going through his mail Julie just handed him. A few court dates, forensic seminar ads, universities requesting he speak to their forensic science majors, and – a letter from Sara? She's in the breakroom right now, why did she send me mail instead of coming in here to talk about it?

Confused, but very intrigued, Grissom slid the cool steel of the letter opener through the seal that Sara most likely licked…with her tongue. Now is not the time to let a fantasy about that same tongue sliding along other things…parts of m- NO! Not at work! He admonished himself for working himself into a position he'd be late handing out assignments just because of the idea of Sara. His Sara. Grissom begins reading her letter:

I wish there weren't other people around right now. I just told him my biggest insecurity about my body and he didn't run away. Huge fear by the way. Now he's just there leering at my body, eyes dark with desire and I need him. I'm afraid my bikini will start to show how wet I am. You tell me the lack of covering on your hips and top of your bikini is so sexy to you. All I want is for your fingers to work their way down that hole and play my body like it's never been played before.

"You have no idea how sexy that 'v' in your stomach is," you mention in a low, rough voice. That voice sends volts of energy to my core and heats my entire body.

"What would you do if I gave you five minutes to touch my body however you want...here." Hoping you get the hint that I'm willing to have you replace my fingers with yours.

"I'd start by running a line from your neck down, edging your top to the side little by little," you say as my hands act out your words but your fingers are itching to perform the moves themselves so you move to the same lounge chair as me. Both forgetting the other pool goers as you place your left hand overtop mine and pull it above my head, pinning it there with your right. As you now have me completely at your mercy, the thrill of moving the teal material away from my body is getting you excited. Your lips claim mine in an intense lip lock that has my lungs burning for air but my pleasure making me not give a fuck if the only air I get is from your lips. My hand pushes against its restraint as I crave running my fingers through your hair, pulling you closer for a deeper kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance as you move your light touch tracing my skin between my breasts. Lowering and swerving across my stomach, you left a trail of goose bumps in your tract. The touch igniting my skin ablaze with desire.

My chest is reddening as a flush rises up my neck disappearing under your hand. Finally my hands are free to roam, touch your skin. I drag my fingernails down the length of your back, enjoying the feel of your muscles contracting under my touch. Softly, I trace your tattoos and draw new patterns with my fingers. One hand is grabbing and massaging my breast while your other hand is playing back and forth between my hip bones. Dropping your head you take my nipples in your mouth, making me arch my back high off the lounger. Taking advantage of the space, you untie my bikini straps, grabbing the front with your teeth pulling it down and away from my heated body. Simultaneously pulling my bottoms down my legs, tossing both pieces off in a general direction. You sit back on your heels and memorize my naked body lying in front of you, chest heaving as I work to calm my burning lungs, back arching seeking your touch and body's return, and my legs rubbing together trying to relieve some pressure. I open my eyes and see yours black with desire and your tongue wetting your lips; making me bite my bottom lip.

"That makes me crazy," you speak as you trace random patterns up my legs, leaning down every so often to place kisses, bites, or trace a particular design with your tongue.

"What?" I ask breathier than I expect.

"Biting your lip. It makes me want to release it from your bite. I want to love that lip, your lips and be the only one to bite your bottom lip." With that you kiss each of my hip bones. Your hands are working my entire body from my feet up until they find my chest. Grabbing both breasts in each hand you trail your tongue up to my belly button, placing an open mouth kiss there. My legs rise and I begin pushing your trunks down your hips while my hands thread in your hair, holding you to me deepening the kiss. With a small nip of my bottom lip you kiss the path your fingers had been making all day. Stopping at my pulse point, sucking and biting at my moans. Continuing your trip south, you alternate tongue and lips on my skin, stalling only once as my hand wraps around your freed cock. Squeezing and pumping your hard shaft, I run my thumb over the tip, spreading the drop of pre cum, then dropping one hand to my wet center gathering arousal on my fingers and returning to stroke you.

"You have to stop that or this will be over before it begins."

"Then you'd better get to it. I'm so ready already. Please," I beg softly in your ear. Like a gunshot, you work your tongue down to the 'v' of my stomach, anticipation making me mewl. However, you skip over my wet center to tease me, kissing my inner thighs but avoiding the place I need you most. The gruffness of your facial hair sends chills up my body and down to my core, making me arch off the lounge chair begging for friction at the apex of my legs. Finally, you place the flat of your tongue on me and run it up between my folds. Flicking your tongue against my entrance, the tip just barely going inside and I cry out. I'm so aroused that your touch, your tongue burns pleasure in me. You move up and suck my clit into your mouth, biting it then soothing it with your tongue. As you begin to increase your ministrations your wandering hands push my legs further apart, giving you better access to me when you add two fingers without warning. I nearly double back as I arch my back and hips up towards you, craving more of your touch and you.

You begin pumping your fingers in and out harder and faster as your tongue presses harder against my clit drawing tight circles. The effect is that of turning the handle on a Jack-in-a-Box, ratcheting my desire higher and higher until I crash. I cum hard as I scream your name. "FUCK!" I shout and my nails dig into your shoulder and hold your head in place, wanting you to never stop. You don't stop your assault on my body as you quickly make to orgasm a second time, using your tongue to lap up all of my arousal. My chest is rising and falling quickly as my breath comes in shallow spurts. I lay there, moaning and writhing in the aftershocks of my orgasms, but I haven't gotten what I have been truly desiring all day.

"I want you. Now." I demand as I pull you up my body to kiss you soundly by your hair. As we kiss, I taste myself on your tongue and I writhe against you. My hips rising to meet yours and I feel just how much making me climax has affected you. I run my nails down your muscular back while we continue to kiss and I slide my hand between our bodies to grasp your erection tightly. I run my hand up and down varying the pressure of my hold, making you pull away from our kiss to groan. When you open your eyes, you see a devilish grin on my face as I tighten my legs around your waist. Before you realize what's happening, I thrust my body and turn, flipping us so you're now lying beneath me. The look of shock turning into pure lust makes me giggle and then hum softly.

"Wow, where'd you learn to do that?"

"You have no idea what I can do," I respond and place a chaste kiss on you and then I begin to descend your torso. I leave a trail of soft and hard kisses and slight bite marks all the way down. "It's a good thing no one will be seeing you without a shirt for a week." Before you respond I wrap my lips around your cock.

I run my tongue along the underside from base to tip and swirl the tip in my mouth and then move back down your cock on the top. I bring a hand up to squeeze and play with your balls when I suddenly take all of you in my mouth. I retreat, sliding my teeth lightly against you as I move. Your hands fist in my hair, struggling to decide whether to push me back down or pull me away so you can fuck me. Instead you just hold on not doing either as I continue to bob my head up and down, sucking you like a lollipop. I guess that's why they're called Blow-Pops despite them saying it's because of the gum inside. My hands continue to play with your balls and I feel your cock stiffen and your body tighten as you approach your peak, when I pull away. Letting a loud pop out when I release you from my mouth and move my hands away. I kiss my way back up your body and plant a devastatingly hard kiss on your lips.

My lower body moving to position you at my entrance, my heat radiating onto your hard cock, making you grab my hips roughly. I slide the tip of you inside me and we both moan but I'm not done teasing us both so I pull up. Your grip tightens on my hips as you thrust yours up. With the force of your thrust, all of your cock enters me and releases a sound between that of a groan and a moan.

"You feel amazing," you grunt.

"Please…"

"What? Tell me what you want?" you demand more than ask.

"Fuck me. Hard." I pant out as your hands move from my hips to grab my ass. Then sliding up to hold my breasts, each one fitting mostly in the palm of your hand.

"Fuck. I love your body. These…" you squeeze my breasts, "are larger than I thought...great surprise," you smile as you thrust your hips up hard again, this time you also flip us. I gasp when my back hits the chair but my legs quickly lock around your waist, pulling you to me. My arms wrap under your arms and dig into your back and shoulders. You begin to thrust harder and faster, my hips meeting your thrust each time driving you deeper. You twist your hips and hit right there. I bite your shoulder to silence my scream of pleasure and squeeze my inner muscles to push you closer to your own release. A few more thrusts with the twist and I'm falling over in the most intense orgasm and for the third time. My hands fall to your ass and I pull you in tighter, wanting you as deep as possible as you continue to thrust. Becoming more erratic, you thrust into me one, two more times and you fall. Cuming hard, time and time again as you finally get relief. Spent, you fall on top of me trying to catch your breath. I stroke your back with light lazy patterns as our sweaty bodies begin to cool and our hearts begin to calm. You go to move because you feel like you're crushing me but I tighten my hold on you, holding you in place.

"Just stay like this a little longer," I pleaded in your ear. You lift your head from my neck and kiss me softly. For the next few minutes, we just lay there, kissing and holding one another until you become soft and pull out. We both groan at the loss of contact. I reach up to push a few hairs off your forehead. You brush my cheek with the back of one of your hands, giving me a bright smile and a soft kiss.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm…"

"Stop looking at me like that, you're making this really hard. Clearly there is sexual tension between us," you say as you adjust your trunks. Oh, you have no idea how much sexual release happens while I think about you. If only we could do what my mind keeps picturing. Maybe someday...soon.

Putting his glasses on his desk, Grissom needs to see Sara. NOW. She needs to know how much I love her, think about her, worry about her…how I am living because of her. Yet, he won't be able to move from behind his desk and definitely leave his office anytime soon. He pulls out his phone and presses "1," then waits for the ringing to stop.

"Sidle?" Sara answered slightly confused as to why Grissom is calling her from his office when she's about 20 steps away.

"I need you in my office." His voice growling low and sexy as hell, sent a rush to Sara's core making her soaking wet.

"Why? I'm in the brea-"

"Now, Sara!" interrupting any further excuse but it came out harsher than he intended. Softening his tone into what he hoped was a sexually arousing voice, "I just read something very, very interesting. I believe you know the person that wrote it." Grissom smiled as he could practically hear her brow scrunch in confusion.

"Griss, I don't kno-"

"Oh hey, do you remember when we were by your apartment complex's pool? This writer seems to have been there too."

With that, Sara practically ran to Grissom's office while trying to avoid attracting attention. When she got to the doorway she saw him holding a piece of paper and instantly recognized it. Shit! He's going to fire you now! Good going Sidle! She turned a deep red, nerves visibilly coursing through her, and trying desperately to find a way to talk her way out of this mess.

"Griss, it's no-"

"Close the door behind you." Without looking up from the paper in hand, Grissom adds, "and lock the door too. We don't need anyone walking in checking on the screams coming from here." He pauses, sets his glasses on the desk and looks up at a still slightly confused Sara; that is until she sees the dark desire reflecting in his normally blue eyes. Suddenly, Sara noticed all of the blinds were closed, making her smile with realization dawning on her, she entered the office. Closing the door behind her, without looking, flipping the lock and turning her full attention on Grissom. He was sitting there with the sexiest smirk and deepest desires and…what is that? Love?

Sara's heartbeat quickens at the recognition of his emotions with those she's seen in the mirror–whenever she'd allowed herself to admit she loved him with everything she could. Before Sara could move to the opposite side of Grissom's desk, he was up and basically running towards her with hunger in his eyes and a large bulge trapped in his jeans, had her up against the door. Pressing her back while attacking her lips with his own until each needed oxygen again.

"So you wanted to see me, Dr. Grissom?" Sara spoke softly against him, their breath mingling from the lack of space between them. Grissom and Sara both felt the heat between them increase and the desire take over.