CHAPTER FOUR

Sara delicately pulled the vinyl from it's sleeve before putting it on the turn table. Her shoulders jabbing from side to side, unable to hide her giddiness. Pink Floyd wafted through the air, dancing with the aromas that came from the kitchen as Grissom prepped dinner. Sara had helped put the groceries away before Grissom insisted she rest and ran her a bath. She was still on a satisfying high that she didn't bother to argue, much to his surprise.

Grissom watched her from the kitchen, stealing occasional glances of her moving her hips as she read the album cover of the vinyl. She was wearing these new yoga capri pants that he loved. They cupped her perfectly in all the right places. The only downside to them was that they were one of the few pieces of clothing she didn't need his help putting on. For the first time in hours he wasn't thinking about pinning her against the wall or taking her to bed, and then she walked out in those damn pants. She set down the cover and turned just in time to catch his glare leave her body and return quickly to the knife in his hands.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Grissom looked around the counter and stove, pretending as if he really was looking for ways for her to help.

"Uhh, no dear. I think I'm good."

He hoped that by deterring her help, she'd settle on the couch with a book while she waited for dinner to be ready. But it didn't work, she made her way into the kitchen, running her hand across his back as she passed him to stand in front of the stove. She leaned forward smelling the sauce that he had concocted. Her hands waving, pulling the sweet aroma to her face.

"This smells great…"

Sara reached to grab the wooden spoon to steal a taste when Grissom quickly stepped to her and pulled the spoon from her hand.

"Uh, no ma'am. That's not ready yet."

Sara tilted her head and pursed her lips. She reached gently to pry the spoon from his hands.

"But I want to try it."

Grissom pulled the spoon from the air to behind his back. Sara's arm followed it and grabbed onto the waist of his pants instead. The tip of her nose less than an inch from his face. She peered into his eyes, but he wasn't going to break on this.

"No, Sara."

She looked from his eyes to his lips. She could see the tip of his tongue pushing against the back of his lower teeth. She pulled her hand away and leaned away from him.

"Fine." He smirked and moved to stand in front of the sauce to check on it. As if somehow Sara's desire for it had messed with it and it needed fixing. Sara walked behind him again back towards the fridge and pinched his butt along the way. Grissom smiled to himself as he looked down into the sauce. Sara grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and hoisted herself onto the counter behind him, her legs smacked into the lower cabinet as she gave a slight jump. Sara extended her arm out to Grissom, holding her bottle of water.

"Would you mind opening this for me?"

Grissom turned his body towards her and took the bottle from her hand and opened it as she asked. Handing it back to her, Sara took the bottle to her lips and took a few long sips. Grissom watched her throat as her neck flexed pushing the liquid down. She was such a distraction in the kitchen, he was amazed he hadn't burned down the house at this point. He took the fresh herbs he had been cutting off the cutting board and scraped them into the sauce, stirring them with the spoon he had tucked into the back jean pocket away from Sara.

Grissom multitasked with the pasta boiling, getting the dishes down, and the garlic bread out of the oven. Sara loved to watch him cook, to be lost in his element. Cooking a meal was like running an experiment in his domesticated lab. Just him, the experiment, and his mental notes of what to change with future trials. Grissom shut off the burners and test-tasted the sauce when Sara figured she'd push her luck.

"Now can I taste it?"

Watching the back of his neck, she saw him pick his head up slowly and turn towards her holding the spoon out gently with his other hand cupped beneath it. He brought it to Sara's lips and she gently sucked the spoon with her eyes locked on his. Grissom watched her lips as her tongue slipped out to catch what rested on her lower lip. He waited for her critique, but she gave none.

"Well?"

"I think…it's missing something."

Grissom furrowed his eyebrow and lowered his face. His mind raced as he mentally checked through his steps and ingredients, unsure of what he missed. He was about to bring the spoon to his own lips for another taste when Sara wrapped her legs around him behind his knee, pulling him closer to her on the edge of the counter. His belly could immediately feel the heat she was emanating. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in to kiss him. She took the spoon from his hand and placed it on the counter to her side. He placed his hands on her hips and gripped her tightly as he pushed himself into her. It didn't take long in their make out session before Grissom's erection returned, pressing into the thin fabric of her pants.

"I also think it's about time we took care of that."

Grissom broke their kiss and started to pull away before he was stopped by the lock Sara had around his legs.

"Sara, no… I don't…"

"You know…that's the second time today you've said that, and it didn't go down all that well the first two times…"

Grissom's jaw dropped slightly, leaving his mouth open. Astonished at her statement.

Is she really pitching a fit because I said no?

"Sara, listen. I just…the last time we…*sigh*…it was great. And I just don't know if I can give you that…right now with you…with this…"

He rubbed her casted arm and ran a delicate touch across her face.

"Gil, right now, I don't need magical Olympic-grade sex, I just want you. You and me, that's it."

Grissom lowered his head and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Sweetie, you know that I want you more than…"

Sara slammed her hand to the counter, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Damn it, Gil. Will you stop treating me like I'm broken and just fuck me?"

Suddenly the lump in his throat wouldn't go down. He didn't care for the profanities. He did his best to not use them and often cringed when he heard them leave her lips. But this, this hit different. He'd never heard Sara use that word to describe their passions.

Did she just say what I think she said?

And why is it turning me on?

He clinched his teeth and swallowed hard, his jaw flickered through his cheek. Her words had unlocked a gate he hadn't realized he'd been bogarting a key to. His hands involuntarily went to her face in a frenzy pulling her close to him. His lips attacked her own in a desperate need to have his tongue tangle with hers. His hands made their way to her neck and down her back. He cupped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter before he tugged on each side of her pants, his grip a clear notion of his need for them to be off quickly. As he pushed them down her legs, he went to grab the edge of her panties till he realized there was nothing to grab. He broke their kiss to look down and see she had not put any on.

Sara caught Grissom's grin, and pursed her lips as his eyes shot back up to meet hers. Sara dipped her head into his neck and began to aggressively kiss his bearded skin as a guttural moan left Grissom's lips. Her free hand was making her way to his belt when he reached down to help her unfasten it more quickly. She was relieved that he hadn't pushed her hand away yet again. Sara nipped and sucked on his neck as her legs rubbed up and down the back of his. Grissom aggressively unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down, as if there was extra points for how quickly it could be done. Once Sara heard the zipper stop, she lended her hand into his briefs and wrapped her fingers firmly around his member. He groaned into her ear. It had been too long since he felt her hands on him. Sara gripped him hard and pumped him forcefully until she felt his fingers enter her folds. Her body spasmed at his sudden touch and her back arched as he began to prep her for his entry.

Grissom pulled his member from her hands and brought it to her center, gently teasing as he looked into her eyes. Looking for confirmation she was ready. Wanting her to know she could change her mind if she really needed to. The desperation in his own eyes clearly hoping she wouldn't. Sara smiled and rocked her hips forward slightly, bringing herself closer to him. In one swift motion he drove into her. His eyes focused on her mouth as she gasped at the pleasure of him filling her once again. Grissom's face mimicking hers as she gaped her mouth open, desperate for air. Her walls tightened around him as he continued to grind into her. Sara's nails where pressed into his back, desperate to hold on. He had one hand wrapped around her waist, doing his best to support her body with his, the other planted firmly against the cold marble counter. As Sara's legs crawled further up his thighs, widening her hips, Grissom rocked back further before plowing back into her. His groans more frenzied than before.

Sara lowered her face into his neck and breathed heavily against his ear. The gentle hums of her hunger hit his ears like rain dropping on desert desperate for water, only bringing him closer to his release. As his grip tightened on the soft side of her hip, Sara bit down on his neck provoking a final series of deep thrusts. Grissom's body spasmed with shivers as he released into her. The warmth spreading over Sara's center caused her to flutter at the pulse of each thrust. Grissom's weight was leaned into her as he caught his breath. His forehead lightly dusted with sweat and his arms were slightly shaky. Sara rubbed her face into his fabric of his shirt, she could feel his pulse return to normal beneath her.

As Sara lowered her legs, Grissom pulled his hips back, breaking their connection. He looked down and tucked himself back into his pants that hadn't even made it down his thighs. Once he fastened the button on his jeans, he put his hands on Sara's waist to help her off the counter. Standing in front of him, Sara watched him bend down to the floor to gather her pants he had forcibly removed just a few minutes prior. Grissom held the pants up between the two of them before he kissed her softly, his eyes telling her thank you.

Sara looked behind him at the stove, his dinner preparations getting colder by the minute. She grimaced when she looked back to him.

"Did I ruin your dinner?"

Grissom glanced over his shoulder and back to her with a raised eyebrow.

"No, actually uhhh…I'd say you enhanced it. I hadn't planned on an appetizer. But I guess I should add a Counter-Fuck to the menu every now and then."

Sara's eyes widened and her gapped tooth was showing when she couldn't hold back her smile. She couldn't recall the last time she'd heard him use that word, but she was certain it wasn't in reference to sex. She let out a slight chuckle, still taken back by his words and not sure what to say back. It wasn't often him rendering her speechless. Grissom smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"What can I say, you're rubbing off on me."

Sara smiled and started to walk away when he pinched the tender skin of her backside, marked red from the cold marble he'd just had her pinned into.

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He had been right though, dinner wasn't ruined. In fact, it was amazing. She loved Grissom's knack for cooking. A passion of his she didn't expect. The lengths that he had gone to make sure Sara enjoyed every meal he prepped. A few weeks ago she had overheard a conversation he had with his mother over the phone. He had sent his mom a few of Sara's favorite vegetarian dishes for advice on how to elevate them. Give her something different that still fit within the realm of her diet. Sara loved to eat his food almost as much as she enjoyed watching him make it. There was a peace to him when he cooked for her.

Grissom was loading the dishwasher when Sara trotted back into the kitchen and pulled two bowls from the cupboard. She turned around to grab two spoons when Grissom leaned into her.

"Did you forget?"

Sara stopped and looked at him.

"Forget what?"

"It melted. In the Denali. We're out."

Sara loosened her grip on the spoon, letting it clink against the counter with disappointment. She pursed her lips and sighed.

"Well, that's a bummer."

Grissom turned around and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Actually, I think your words earlier were that it was an acceptable sacrifice for services rendered."

Sara started to say she wanted to take that back, but when the memory of his beard pressing against her sensitive areas sent shivers over her body, she knew damn well it was a lie. The hell with the ice cream. She tilted her head and grabbed the spoons to put them back. Grissom's hand fell to the small of her back and his lips placed a small peck on her temple.

"I'll go get us some. I'll be back in 15 minutes."

"No, don't. It's alright. We can just get some tomorrow."

"No no, I insist. Today has been too perfect to not end it how you'd like."

Sara raised an eyebrow knowing she had better ideas than just ice cream.

"Why don't you pick out a movie while I'm gone, and get it queued up."

"How about I pick top three and you choose the winner when you get back?"

"Deal."

Grissom shook his head, still not quite sure why she always found it so difficult to decide on a movie.