Sara awoke to a warm weight on her chest. She grabbed her phone off the night stand without disturbing him and found that it was seven thirty.
She rested her head again and wrapped her arms around Grissom, keeping his larger if not comfortable weight. He woke slowly.
"Morning, Sara. Let me get up, I must be crushing you."
"You're not. I promise."
She gave him a small peck on the cheek.
"Well, we still have to get ready. Our presentation is at nine, and we should be there early to set up.
"Okay," Sara relented. She let Grissom go, but before he climbed completely off of her, he admired the view.
"Griss, stop, you're making me self conscious."
He smiled and leant down, capturing her lips, "If I could, I would spend all day here Sara."
She gave him a soft smile. Noone had looked at her like that before.
"Shower?" She offered.
He nodded, and took her hand to help her up.
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After they had eaten, they arrived to their convention room where the lecture was to be taken. They set up everything exactly the way they wanted, finishing just as people were starting to trikle in. Sara sat in the front row where she would be able to see Grissom clearly.
Hey was so passionate about his lifes work. She loved watching his face light up that way. Once in a while she would catch his eye and give him a smile.
After he finished a group of people swarmed. Sara stayed in her seat, watching as he answered question after question just as fervantly as he had spoken earlier.
The last person was dismissed, and Grissom came to sit next to Sara.
"What did you think?" He connected all the tips of his fingers as he waited for her response.
She shook her head and beamed a Sidle Smile at him, "Of course you were amazing, Grissom."
"Gil."
"And you attracted some sea of questions."
"People seemed to be interested in this field."
Sara gave him a little laugh, "Did you not notice that the crowd was dominately female. They're interested in something, alright, but it's not the field."
He raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"
She laughed again at this new playful side she was seeing, "Maybe a little intimidated, but I know how to make you stutter and lose your concentration in a second."
He smiled back at her, and checked his watch, "It's eleven thirty. What do you say we grab some lunch before we go to the next lecture?"
"Do we have to go Dr. Grissom?" She pouted.
Grissom felt a shiver up his spine, "Keep it up and we will not make it through lunch."
The ate in the hotel's cafetreria and then returned back to the lecture hall. The were near the middle on the far left because they were just a little late.
"What is this one about?" Sara asked.
"Lets see, suspect interogations."
Sara dropped her head in dismay, "'All suspects are innocent until proven guilty.' I think that covers it. Want to get out of here?"
Grissom smiled at her again, "At least give it fifteen minutes."
After five minutes of the speaker talking about not physically abusing suspects, Sara got extremely bored. Apparently she wasn't the only one judging by the miriad of people not paying attention and Grissom's far away look.
"Psst. Earth to Grissom?"
"What's up?" He asked after a second.
"This is the dullest thing I've ever heard. Can I go up there and physically abuse him?"
Grissom smirked, "No, and we're not leaving because that would be extremely rude. I would be upset if anyone left during my lectures."
She rolled her eyes at him. Forcing her eyes back to the front of the room, Sara crossed her legs and leaned into him. Grissom adjusted a little and draped his arm around her, placing his hand at her hip.
"How about you pass out, then we could leave and it wouldn't be rude," She whispered into him ear.
He quivered at the feel of her warm breath before speaking, "I am not going to feign injury. We are going to sit here and attemt to have the heir of paying attention."
She noticed his shiver and glanced casually over at him.
Uncrossing her arms, she landed one of her hands on his knee. He took a deep breath. She began to gently massage his knee.
"Sara..." He warned.
"Giiil," Sara moaned back with a smirk on her face.
"I'm being serious here, you really need to stop."
"Or what?" She whispered back.
"Sara, I've wanted you for a long time. And nothing I have imagined holds up to the reality. I will not be able to control myself."
Sara looked over at him with adoring eyes, "You're making it sound like I'm a tease."
"Don't get me started. The jumsuits, seeing you around the lab, your necklaces."
"Necklaces?"
"The lay on the path that is most tempting to the lips, my dear."
Sara shivered at the thought of that.
"Exactly why I cannot withstand your ministrations in public."
She smirked at him and pushed more into his bulk. The rest of the lecture went around in a slow, clock ticking hour.
Once they were out they went to the elevators.
"Was it me, or was that the longest lecture on manhandling we've heard so far?" Grissom asked.
"'So far'? That makes it sound like there's going to be more."
"I certainly hope not."
Grissom took her hand and led her to their room when the elevator dinged open.
"So, Ms. Sidle. I had a nice time," he said at her door.
"Me too."
He leaned in and connected their lips. She grabbed him to her, so he pressed her harder into the door.
"Key," She handed it too him breathelessly, burrying her head in his neck. After a minute, Sara lifted her head up, "What are you doing?"
"The key isn't working."
She grabbed it from him, pushing it in and out quikly, and receiving a green light. He laughed as she smirked and pushed the door open behind her.
She immediately shed the majority of her clothes as he followed, reveling in the curves of her body.
She turned at the bed, "So I'm the only person who strips once they enter a room?"
"We still have to go to dinner?"
She stared at him saucily, "I was thinking we stay up here and maybe get some room service?"
He smiled at her, and started unbuttoning and zipping.
After a leisurely lovemaking session, they lay in each others arms.
Sara was half on Grissom's chest, his arms wrapped around her and hers around his arms. Her hands interlaced in his and her foot ran up and down his calf.
He kissed her neck tenderly.
"Gil?" She said thoughtfully.
"Hmm?"
"I don't like to hand wash dishes."
"....Okay."
"It makes your hands pruney, and I don't like that."
"Me neither. I have a dishwasher."
"Me too."
She smiled up at him. He kissed her.