Now came the fun part.
It was time to figure out how to move forward. Grissom knew that now he had to follow through on what he had essentially promised her. A life with him. He had to figure out how he opened himself up to her more than he had already.
They needed sleep but Grissom was too eager to make sure she was unpacked. The boxes made him nervous. Knowing how close she was to being out of his life. He could rest once everything was back in it's place. He helped empty the boxes while she stood in the kitchen perusing for food she hadn't already thrown away. Realizing that maybe she had jumped the gun just a little on the packing.
She figured he must've thought she was a tad crazy to have gotten to that point. But she reminded herself that it was justified. After all, she'd been here almost 4 years now.
"Grissom…uhhh…" she started to speak while staring into the mostly empty pantry. Only a few boxes of pasta, rice, and cans of soup left. Staples that would've went into a box eventually.
"You threw out all your food, didn't you?"
"Not all of it."
Grissom looked through the pantry and then the fridge, cataloging what was left and filtering through recipes in his head."
"I think I can work with this. Let's trade. You unpack, I'll cook."
She kissed him on the cheek and walked over to the box he had left half empty on the couch.
Grissom's mom had taught him to cook when he was a small boy. It was important to her that he knew how to cook for himself and for one day, the woman to occupy his life. He smiled to himself realizing that he was finally getting to cook for that woman.
He liked that they could be in each other's space and not feel the need to fill it with words all the time. He liked the quiet and found it more relaxing at times than even some of the most intriguing conversations. As he stood near the stove he stole occasional glances of her putting books back onto her bookshelves. Adoring her body as she stretched to the tips of her toes to reach the higher shelves.
Grissom had made them some very simply pasta and set the table for them to eat. Pulling silverware from the box in the corner of the dining room. He'd take care of the rest of that box later. Sara took a deep breath in admiring the beautiful aroma of a home cooked meal that spread through her apartment. She didn't cook often for herself. But she enjoyed sitting at a small table with Grissom enjoying a meal together. Both of them a little nervous to start talking, silence filled the table for a bit.
"This tastes great. Thank you."
"You're welcome. This is actually what I make at my place when I've forgotten about my grocery run. I always make sure I have pasta, tomatoes, and olive oil. Easy meal." he said, swiping his hand flat through the air.
"I had tomatoes?"
Grissom chuckled and it made her smile. He didn't laugh often, so it always warmed her heart when she was able to make him do that. They hadn't talked much since they left the bedroom. They had both given each other space to clean up. Exchanging only but a kiss or two. Both of them much more comfortable with each other when it came to the monotonous of day to day conversation.
"I guess we should probably talk? Huh?" He started.
Sara nodded her head chewing the last bite she took and gently pushed her plate forward.
"You know Gil. When you walked me to my door, I thought you were going to say bye. I was ready for you to say you couldn't do this, that I was better off to leave."
He furrowed his eyes brows. Displeased with himself that he was causing her this stress.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to do in the truck. I wanted you to stay. I needed you to stay. The thought of you back in San Fran made me sad. But I also know I've hurt you. I've pushed you away and I wasn't sure that I could give you what you need. The assurance of us that you need. A part of me felt you were better off being able to let me go."
Sara putting her head down feeling slightly guilty for her pressure she put on him.
"Truth is, I've been thinking about you a lot lately and I've realized, you bring warmth into my life. Warmth that I need. And all the insecurities that I had for our relationship lied with me and my inabilities, not yours. As much as I wanted to say it was you. You, that I couldn't trust to not bring hurt. But it was me doing all the hurting."
Sara extended her hand to his arm and rubbed him gently. Encouraging him to continue, that she was listening.
"I can't promise you that every night." he said gesturing to the back of the apartment. They both chuckled.
"But I can promise you that I love you. And come what may I'll do my best to never let you doubt that again."
She leaned over the table to kiss him, telling him thank you for finally opening up. She knew it was just the start. But he was trying, and she could work with that. He kissed her back and it grew more passionate. Both of them feeling the charge return.
She slid off her chair careful to not break their kiss. He leaned back into his chair and she moved to straddle him on his. Feeling his member come back for more. She moaned softly in his ear.
"Tell me what you want." She said softly.
"You know, we still haven't had that shower." he said with a smirky grin on his face. She looked at him surprised that he was being so adventurous.
"Oh you're right. In the shower huh?"
"Sara, you have no idea how many times I've imagined showering with you."
"Well, let's not keep you waiting." she hurried off his lap and walked quickly to the back room. Grissom following behind her stripping his clothes down the hall.
Neither of them had really done it in the shower before. Not quite sure the expectation or true logistics of how it would work. Both of them trying to not give away that they were figuring this out for the first time. Grissom nervous that if he picked her up, he'd slip and hurt her.
Sara eye's turned darker when the logistics finally clicked for her. Grissom staring into her eyes as the water was steaming behind them. She kissed him softly, letting her hands roam over his body. She pulled away slowly, not losing her eye contact until she turned away leaning her chest into the wall. She looked at him over her shoulder and grinned.
Most of Grissom's fantasies of Sara had been fairly sensual. He wanted to love her. But Sara had other thoughts. She wanted him, the primal him. The part of him that couldn't be without her. This excited him, seeing this side of her. She was naughtier than he had assumed and it drove him to be honest with himself that he wanted it to. They had years of pent up energy to release.
His eyes turning deep blue again as he realized what she was wanting. He stepped closer to her and pushed his foot in between hers, pressing her to open her stance bringing her slightly lower. He grabbed her hands gently and raised them up around over to head. Putting both of her wrists into one hand and holding them against the steaming tile of the shower.
He guided himself into her then placing his other hand around her waist. Straining his hand to reach her from the front and rub her softly as he thrusted into her. Picking up speed, she moaned into the tile. Watching the steam appear and disappear with her breaths. Grissom dipped his head into her, gently nibbling on the side of her neck, trying to carefully not bite too hard. This caused Sara to buck back into him, aching for all of him inside of her.
His thrusts building momentum, waiting for her to say she was ready. She moaned into him trying to wiggle her hands free but he only tightened his grip. "Gil…" she barely mustered out.
He let her hands go and quickly snuck his arms under her arms grasping into her shoulders driving her on him hard. His teeth still holding the tender flesh of her neck, Sara moaned loudly. Every inch of her feeling waves of ecstasy blow over her as they again climaxed together. Grissom hunching over her gently kissing her back.
"Please tell me I didn't hurt you." he said worried that maybe he had been too rough.
Sara turned around to kiss him on his lips. Presenting him a smile to show him she was very pleased and not at all hurt.
"You aren't the only one that had fantasies about a shower. Do you have any idea how mad you'd drive me if I happened to walk into the locker room after you'd shower, Gil? Knowing I had just missed being present with you naked?"
He smirked and said, "I think I'm familiar with the feeling."
