Chapter Sixteen:

'Hey!' Sara leans on his door frame to his office. It's the end of another gruelling shift for the Las Vegas graveyard shift.

'Hey. I'm nearly done here.' He doesn't even look up, knowing her voice in a crowded room. 'I just need to nip to the store on my way home.' Now he looks up, checking behind her for any unwanted eyes or ears. 'Wait for me?' He looks suggestively. She nods, smiling, her fingers gripping her keys in her pocket that much tighter. She turns on her heels and heads down the corridor to the locker room, she grabs her bag from the locker and heads to the carpark. Turning her radio on loud, she drives the familiar route back to his home, feeling like she has done this for a million years, knowing the best shortcut to beat the early morning traffic, she makes it back to his condo in record time. Walking up to his door, she swings her keys in her hands, he gave her the key a few days ago but this is the first time she is using it as he requested. Sliding the key into the lock, she turns it to the right, hearing the reassuring click as the lock disengages. Letting her self in, she hangs her jacket up in his closet, toeing off her shoes and leaving them neatly by the door, she walks through his kitchen, beginning to strip. She enters his bedroom, cold and inviting and heads straight for the shower, pulling her hair up into a high pony she turns on the faucet and lets the steam build. 30 minutes later she is showered and padding into his room wrapped in a fluffy black towel. Noticing his laundry on the end of the bed, she picks out her favourite sweats and baggy t shirt, turning towards her designated drawer in his dresser, she pulls some items and dresses. Before leaving the room she moves the rest of the laundry to his dresser, for him to sort later after putting away the few items of hers in the collection.

Just as she walks into the kitchen to start preparing them some drinks, he walks into condo. His arms full of grocery bags.

'If you didn't have anything in we could have gone to mine. I still have some stuff left over from the other morning.'

'No it's ok. I wanted to cook something different and needed a few bits for it. Can you go grab the last bag from the car?'

'Yeah'. She runs from the townhouse, barefoot to his car out front. Grabs the bag and notices a huge plant on the backseat. Unsure she grabs that too and runs into the house.

'Is this coming in too?' She asks shutting the door with her foot, placing the plant carefully down on the floor next to the door.

'Yeah. I thought it could go on your side of the bed. Make you feel a bit more at home.' He says nonchalantly. He catches her off guard. First a key, now a houseplant.

'Thanks…' she flashes him a smile. He goes off and showers then sets about making them some food whilst she sits at his breakfast bar, frequently looking up to admire him working whilst she reads the paper.

After breakfast they sit down on the sofa with a cup of tea each, a plate of biscuits on the coffee table.

'That was amazing, thank you.'

'Did you like it? I saw the recipe online on my break and thought I'd try it for you.'

'Yeah…. You can make it again for me some time.' She nudges him playfully and downs the rest of her tea. Placing the cup down on the table next to the sofa, she turns to him, ready to start a make out session. He eagerly responds and in turn puts his cup down next to hers, shifting slightly on the sofa to accommodate her. She graciously climbs onto his lap, legs either side of his and begins her slow assault, his hands automatically slide up her thighs to grasp her hips. Fingers tickling slightly at the soft skin there under the ridiculously baggy t shirt of his that she insists on wearing. They kiss for what seems like hours, until her hips start to move ever so slightly above him. He grips her harder pulling her down to meet him. Sara moans at the hard feel of him beneath her.

'Hmmmm.' She pulls backs and licks her lips, puffy and pink. He smooths a hand around her neck and cradles her there, stroking the skin beneath her ear.

'Should we errrrrr…..' he motions towards the bedroom. They have yet to cross this line fully, but today seems perfect, after a slow morning, showered and well fed. She slowly lifts herself from their position and stands outstretching her hand for him to take. He adjusts his pants and stands to meet her.

'Lead the way. M'dear.' He gently pats her bottom and pushes her towards his bedroom. On his way he drops the cups into the sink and picks up the plant. When he enters his room, she is sat in the middle of the bed, in between their pillows in her burgundy matching underwear and nothing else pulling her hair from its elastic. Taking her in, his mouth falls open and his hands loosen their grip, the plant nearly dropping to the floor. Sara bolts up to meet him, catching the plant just before it threatens to fall from his grasp.

'You ok? You look like you were about to pass out.' She places the plant down on his dresser next to his washing and stands in front of him hands on hips.

'You look...' He begins, not able to form the right words to describe her. Not taking his eyes off her, the realisation kicking in that tonight he will actually make love to Sara Sidle.

She blushes and moves to cross her arms over her chest. But he stills her by her wrists.

'No. Let me see you Sara, all of you.' She moves her arms to her sides and slowly turns on the spot. He can't help but moan when he sees her small but shapely behind in the burgundy lace. He's never really been an underwear guy but the only thing he can think of is Sara in all shades of lace and straps right now. He smiles to himself, she really does hide her figure under baggy pants whilst at work, compared to her other female colleagues. She turns back to face him and he takes a step closer invading her personal space. Taking hold of her face he brushes his lips over hers softly at first but soon with some pressure, pushing her back towards the bed. She falls slowly and lands with a low chuckle. He moves forward and puts one leg between hers and leans forward pushing her to lay down.

'Hi.' He smiles.

'Hi.' He leans down and kisses her again, his right-hand snaking down her arm to grab her hand, his left steadying himself on the bed. He grabs her hand and pulls it up to his lips and kisses her palm, bringing it down to his chest. She takes the hint and starts to unbutton his shirt. Once open she pushes it off his shoulders and he kneels up to shrug it off. He just stays there staring at her.

'What?' She asked seductively. Licking her lips and shaking her head.

'Why did we wait 7 years for this?' He sighs.

'Seven years? You mean you've wanted this since…'

'Yes.' He confirms and moves his hands to her hips, his thumbs stroking in circles over her hip bones.

'You errr. Breezed in and everyone was looking at you. I felt jealous of all the other guys in there because they were staring at you too. And I, I dunno. I Just knew then that I wanted you all to myself.' She smiles.

'Then I asked one hundred questions, kept you behind and made you late for that meeting.' He leans down and begins kissing her neck whilst she recalls the memory, dragging his teeth across her collar bone; heading down to her breasts. She takes a deep breath when his beard carefully scratches at her left breast through the thin material of her bra. Kissing the dip in the middle of her chest, he slowly pulls the straps of the bra down her arms and unhooks the clasp at the front, releasing her small but perky breasts. His eyes widen and he takes her in, her freckles drip down onto her breasts, lower and lower. He drops his mouth and takes a nipple in-between his lips, casually swirling his tongue over the nub. Sara moans, looking down at his head working his magic. She laces her fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp whilst he teases her. After a quick kiss to the nipple, he moves to the other. Popping up to kiss her on the mouth in-between. Sara begins to wriggle on the bed, moving a hand down from the back of his head, down his neck and across his shoulders. Raking her short nails across his skin. He looks up and smiles against her breast, noticing her breathing is getting heavier and faster. He moves down the bed, kissing and nipping at her stomach, hips and then the tops of her thighs. Sara tenses and he notices.

'You ok?' He looks up from his position nearly nestled between her legs. She nods and he lowers his mouth to the top of her underwear and slowly drags it's up and away from her body. With the help of his hands, he peels the fabric down and off her long legs. Throwing the item towards the hamper but missing altogether. For a moment he just sits there, back on his heels, staring down at all the glory that is a naked Sara Sidle. Chest heaving, long legs laid out infront of him, on top of his bed, in his room. He caresses her lower stomach then trails his hand down in-between her legs. She is incredible wet, ready, and it's all for him. Making him harder and twitch in his pants, he lets his fingers ghost her labia, watching her eyes widen. Then he slowly dips his fingers into her opening, pushing his middle finger in, she takes it and holds him. When he feels she is ready he pulls out then pushes further, her eyes roll back into her head and she begins to move against his hand. He enters another finger and begins to move inside her.

'Hmmmm. More…' she pleads. Smiling he speeds up and pushes further and further with each thrust of his fingers.

'Grissssss.' She drawls out. He leans down, fingers still moving inside her and kisses her on the lips; then moves to her ear.

'Gil dear.'

He pecks her ear and moves back down the bed. Intent on just watching her, she opens her eyes and locks onto his face. Whilst maintaining eye contact he lowers his head, his mouth attaching to her clit and pokes out his tongue, swiping over her a few times.

'Fuckkkkkk Gil.' She arches off the bed.

He starts sucking lightly on her clit in rhythm with his fingers and feels her begin to clench down. He curves his fingers and begins to lap up and down her opening with his tongue flat and fast pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

'I think I'm gonna….. cum!' Her head lolls from side to side. Grissom reaches up with his other hand and grasps her breast hard, this pulls her over the brink. She clamps down on his fingers and lifts her upper body off the bed. Grabbing into his hair, holding him to her.

'Ohhhhh fuckkkk Gilllll!' She cries as she cums around his fingers. He continues to lick at her till she stills. Her cum coating his mouth and hand. He slowly pulls out of her and brings his fingers into his mouth, and she watches, heavy lidded.

'Here, now.' She urges and he leans down over her body and crushes his mouth against hers, her hands pull at his pants and rip them open in a hurry. She pushes him back and rolls them, so she is above him, just as she is ready to straddle his thighs, their cell phones blare at the same time.

'Ignore them.' He cries reaching up to cup her breasts. Always one to do as she is told she continues to push his pants down his legs and moves quickly to his boxers, she can see a small wet patch on the front from pre cum and is hungry to taste him. As she reaches down to stroke him through the material, his home phone rings stirring them both out of their trance.

'Urghhh.' He groans and stills her hand. 'I'm sorry honey, only Brass and my mother have my home number. It must be important!' She sits up and she moves to the side. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Checking her cell to see missed calls from Warrick.

'Grissom. Brass…. When? Yes! Yes! Ok, I'm coming now! No, I'll grab Sara!' He slams the phone down and turns to her.

'Is everything ok?'

'Nick's been abducted.' Her hand slaps across her mouth. 'Go shower, I'll make us some coffee. We need to go.' She nods as he grabs her hands and pulls her to stand, sliding his hand up her arm he turns, grabbing his pants from the floor he jogs out of the room.

The next 48 hours pass in a blur. They find Nick, he gets rushed to Desert Palms with Catherine and Warrick in the back of the ambulance.

'I want my guys back.'