The shower did not go on. Desperately wanting to get rid of the airplane scent that still lingered on her, Sara stood on either side of the tub an started tapping the shower head.
Getting frustrated, she tried to pull the shower head off, and to her suprise, it did. Sara fell back as streams of cold water pelted her.
She yelled at the top of her lungs.
Grissom, thinking that something had happened to her, came in through the unlocked adjoined door, and into the bath room.
"What the hell are you standing there for? Turn it off!" Sara yelled.
"What happened?"
Sara opened her hand to show him the shower head. Grissom looked at her confused and then pushed the nozzle in. The stream slowly dwindled. Sara sat at the end of the tub, now thoroughly soaked.
"Thanks," She said, smiling sadly up at where the shower head used to be.
Grissom worked to hide his smirk, "What happened?"
"The water wasn't coming out, so I tried to fix it."
"And broke it."
"I didn't try to do that."
"Okay. Here," Grissom extended his hand to her, and she grasped it to pull herself up, the other one holding onto the towel that was soaked around her.
"Thank you," She mentioned.
Grissom gave a small smile. When he let her hand go, she went to get out of the tub, but was struck with another jet of water, and held her hand up to sheild her face. A second later, the water stopped, and Sara speedily bent over to grab the towel which had fallen. Grissom just stood there with his mouth open.
"Griss? Are you okay?" Sara asked after a second. Grissom tentatively stepped forward towards the tub and reached out to Sara's cheek. He placed his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Lightly, he pressed his lips to hers. Sara leaned in more, hardening the kiss. Both moved forward, deepining the kiss, until the front of Grissom's shirt was soaked from the towel.
"Sara?"
"Mmm?"
"....You're beautiful."
Sara smiled and blushed. Grissom let go of her, and her smile fell. Grissom noticed and held out his hand. She took it and stepped out of the bathtub. Lifting his hands, he gently pulled at the soaked towel, and Sara complide, throwing it into the bathtub.
He stood back a minute and looked at her. His eyes traveled up and down, finally landing on her face, locking with her eyes.
Grissom's gaze said more than anything else could have, and the two came together. Grissom nipped at her collarbone while she worked on the buttons of his shirt.
Once Grissom's shirt was off, Sara extracted herself from Grissom and headed into the bedroom. Grissom stood there for a moment, a little confused, and then left to the bedroom.
Sara was laying on one of the beds, staring at the ceiling.
"Grissom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you really want to do this?"
"I've wanted to do this for a while."
"But...I don't want this to be like a little vacation, and then we go back to work and everything goes back to normal. I won't be able to handle that." She turned away from his to face the other wall.
Grissom walked over and put a reasuring hand on her shoulder, "Sara, that would not only hurt you, it would destroy me. I could never do that."
Sara sighed and turned over, "Please don't hurt me."
For one of the very few times in his life, Grissom saw the vurnerability of Sara. Leaning over her lips, her whispered, "Never."
Sara smiled up at him and ran her hand over his cheek. Grissom laid next to her, both sharing little smiles.
Sara leaned over and brushed their lips together, moving closer to him. Grissom welcomed her, turning onto his back as she layed on top of him. Teasingly, she worked to rid him of his belt, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Grissom turned his head and inveloped one of Sara's nipples. She stilled her movements and moaned.
Taking this to his advantage, Grissom flipped their positions. Two seconds later, and he was rid of his pants. Sara met Grissom's lips again their tongues dueled.
Sara wrapped her legs around Grissom and pressed herself into Grissom hard, grinding her hips against the thin material. Both could feel the others heat.
Slowly, one of Grissom's hands left Sara's backside and wrapped around her small thigh, pressing against the soft hairs there, eliciting another moan as she moved against his hand. His mouth had found the supple skin of her neck, and was gently testing it.
Sara reached down and yanked at Grissom's boxers, making them go down mid-thigh. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, tightening and then moving down. Grissom gasped, sputtering, "S-Sara."
She moved him closer to her opened, teasing him with warmth. Grissom moved forward, teasing her with his tip before slowly sinking in.
Sara gasped and closed her eyes. Once she opened them, she gazed up at his face, catching his eyes before bringing his mouth down to hers. He pulled out and thrust, causing Sara to gasp in his mouth, followed by a groan. He repeated his actions, slowly increasing speed. Sara's hips matched his in thrusts.
Grissom's hand found space in between their bodies, making his way down her stomach until he reached her folds. Gently prying them, he let his fingers play against her clit.
He could feel her tingling around him before she came, and thrust harder and faster. Her muscles squeezed around him as she called out his name. Grissom kept going until her pulses became less powerful, and released into her, collapsing to the side of her.