A Few Days in Chicago Chapter 3
Grissom held her face with both hands and kissed her before she could speak another word. Her arms encircled him. Slowly, with much more control than either could imagine, they undressed. Sara unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him for each one. Her pullover came off much easier and he spent long minutes with her black bra.
"I'm always fascinated by these."
She giggled. The sound of her voice flooded both with relief. His hands moved around her waist and unsnapped her jeans then moved to her naked back. She shivered at his touch.
"You are cold."
"No. I'm never cold when I'm with you."
Her hand against his chest gave such intense heat that it threatened to consume every other sensation. He was desperate for her. Her expression, her eyes, her smile made him forget all resolve to be responsible.
The covers were sliding off the bed by the time they were underneath the sheets. He tried to extend the pleasure of being touched intimately by Sara, but he was forced to trap her hands in his.
He pushed her into the pillows and let his hand slid along her bare thigh. He heard her quiet moan and as he continued to touch her, to kiss her in intimate places, he knew she was lost, no notion of what went on around her. He knew because he was going to the same place.
He moved, covering her body with his until his mouth found hers while both gasped in pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he saw large brown ones, somewhat dazed, looking into his.
For all his determination to be responsible, to talk before they ended up in this position, he had not had much success. And seeing Sara in this dreamlike state, her hair tangled around his arm, the beginning of a contented smile made him forget any thoughts about responsible talk.
She curled beside him bringing her head to rest against his shoulder and neck; the place he would place his hand when he was alone and remember exactly how she felt.
"Sara?"
"Mmmm." It was a warm hum from deep in her throat.
She fit perfectly into a space made by his shoulder and chest and his hands moved to her hip and back. "You never call me by my first name." He felt her laughter, a quiet sound that rippled around her mouth.
"Yes, I do. You're just never there to hear it."
Grissom propped his head on his hand. "Tell me."
She smiled this time in a teasing, provocative way. "In my dreams you are always Gil. Sometimes you are Gilbert."
It was his turn to smile. "I'm in your dreams?" He liked the way that sounded.
Another smile and she snuggled closer. "We are always like this." She giggled. "I don't think we get to do anything else."
Spontaneously, he spoke words he had thought about for months. "Move to Las Vegas, live with me."
This caused her to attempt to pull away from him, but he kept her close. She relaxed again against him. "I can't. I need to stay in San Francisco. At least for a while."
He wanted to press, he wanted to know why, but some troublesome memory stopped his questions.
"Do you need anything, Sara?" He had worried more about the emergency room trip than he had let her know. He had worried about her being alone, about her working too much, about her eating too little.
She shook her head. "I'm fine." Her eyes opened. "I need to buy a warmer coat if I'm going to be outside."
Grissom chuckled. "There's a great department store around the corner. I believe they will have a perfect coat." He had rolled to wrap her in his arms. Sara's warm breathing against his chest gradually slowed as she slept. It took him a while longer before he joined her.