Disclaimer: "The best reason for having dreams is that in dreams no reasons are necessary." Ashleigh Brilliant. So, with no reason, I dream.
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His dreams were filled with passion and love. His mind ran free with visions of Sara in his arms, in his heart and in his life. He could have peacefully slept all night, but was woken up by the sound of her beautiful voice, "Griss?"
His eyes fluttered open slightly and hers met his lips. Before he fully woke up, he felt the warmth of her hands under his shirt. Their kiss deepened as she pulled him closer to her. When she slipped her leg in between his, his mind woke up and he quickly gathered his thoughts. In between kisses, "Sara?"
"Mmm?"
"I thought…we…weren't…going to…do this."
She pulled back from him, then, and got out of bed. He thought he'd hurt her when she turned her back to him, but realized he was wrong when the robe dropped from her shoulders to the floor at her feet. Fully awake now, he sat up as she shyly looked over her shoulder and unhooked her bra.
Breathlessly, "Sara."
She shushed him and continued to remove the lacy black thong that left little to the imagination. She tossed another shy look over her shoulder and he held his breath as she turned to face him. He didn't breathe again until she climbed back under the covers with him. "You're breathtaking."
"Make love to me."
He cupped her face in his hands, "Sara…"
"Shhh. Make love to me. I'm sure."
Needing no further push, he did just that. All his dreams and fantasies came true in the next couple hours. His nightmares were washed away with each kiss, tender touch and passionate whisper. In the moments when they were joined as one his future with her flashed in front of his eyes.
When she drifted off to sleep in his arms, he saw those visions again, surprised at what he saw. These were not general shots of a loving relationship, but rather of two left hands adorned with wedding rings, his beautiful bride walking down the isle, his mother's eyes filled with tears of joy as he announced she was going to be a grandmother and his wife with sweat on her brow while in labor with their child.
These were not only his dreams, but also his future. Secure in this knowledge, he drifted into a sleep filled with dreams of a soon-to-come proposal to the woman he loved.
He woke the next morning with a smile on his face and the woman of his dreams curled in his arms. Softly, he whispered in her ear, "Sara. Honey, we have to get up." She squirmed a little, "It's after ten o'clock and we both have to work tonight."
Finally, without opening her eyes, "Ten? Mmm. Okay." Her eyes opened, "I'm up."
"Breakfast?"
"Coffee."
"Shower now or at home?"
"Home. Fresh clothes."
"Okay then, coffee to go." She was definitely not a morning person. All of her responses were one or two words and filled with fatigue. But it was just another thing for him to love. He didn't mind spending the rest of his life searching for her morning smile. He quickly kissed her before rolling over to order the coffee that he probably could have made himself in the kitchen. "This is Dr. Grissom…Yes, the penthouse…Can we have coffee sent up in to-go cups…Can you also send up two toothbrushes, toothpaste and a brush maybe…Cost doesn't matter…That will be fine…Thank you." Then to Sara, who had moved into the bathroom, "Coffee in ten minutes."
She poked her head out the door, "Did I hear something about a toothbrush?"
He smiled, "Yes you did."
Once he dropped her off at her apartment, he suddenly felt empty. She now held a part of him that he would never get back. A few weeks ago, that would have terrified him, but now it satisfied him.