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Chapter Seven

"I saw a wood on my drive into San Francisco, I think that'll be a good place to have a look." Grissom explained as they drove out of the parking lot of the academy.

Sara nodded, agreeing. She'd never explored the woodland around San Francisco, but was excited to making a trip out to see it.

"You can grab a camera out from the bag in the back if you want to get accustomed to it before we start." Grissom titled his head towards the back of the car, and Sara turned around to see a black holdall. She reached out and unzipped it, pulling out a large camera. "They're from the lab, but don't tell anyone," he grinned, "They've got them coming out of their ears anyway, they won't have even noticed."

Sara examined the camera in her hands, if she ever made it to be a CSI; this is what she'd use to take photos of crime scenes. Pulling off the lens cap, she turned the camera on and starting taking some tests shots. It was heavy in her hands, and she pulled the neck strap over her head to take some of the weight off.

"You get use to the weight." He noted her actions.

She smiled, spending the rest of the car drive taking in every detail of the camera. She didn't want to slow him down on their walk, fiddling with buttons or trying to make things work. They eventually pulled into the parking lot of the woods; only one other car was parked up.

"If it was busy we wouldn't see half the wildlife here, let's hope it stays quiet." Grissom got out of the car and opened the rear door on his side to pull out his camera, a rucksack and a straw hat. He placed the hat on his head, it matching well with his grey polo shirt and dark blue jeans. His shoes however were black boots, a little grubby and worn; a stark difference from the highly polished shoes he'd worn previous days he'd lectured.

Sara smiled at Grissom's straw hat. It was cute, and it suited him, in a weird way.

"Like the hat?" he asked.

"Yes, I do." Sara answered honestly.

They walked up into the start of the woods, Grissom setting up his camera to start taking photos. "I really want to see a Dark Jerusalem Cricket and a Flame Skinner."

"Okay." Sara had no idea what they looked like, but she was sure if they were around, Grissom would find them.

They walked for hours, taking photos, Grissom occasionally picking up insects, explaining them to Sara before putting them back into the greenery. She was fascinated with his knowledge for so many species of insect, and heartened by the care he gave to them. Eventually they stopped for a few minutes in a small clearing, Grissom pulling out two bottles of water from his rucksack, he passed one to Sara.

"Bored yet?" he asked.

She shook her head, "Not at all."

"You have made my week in San Francisco very special, Sara. I have really enjoyed our time together." His voice was sincere and he didn't break his eye contact with her.

This felt too much goodbye; Sara felt a lump form in her throat. This was her last chance to do anything. It was at that moment she decided to do something, anything. "Do you want me?"

He paused, breaking eye contact with her, "Sara, we can't. I have to go back to Vegas."

"Just answer the question." she pleaded.

"Yes. I want you with every inch of my soul." his eyes finally met hers again, he looked tense.

She took a step closer to him, taking his hands in hers. Her heart raced, pumping so hard she could feel it in her ears. She took another step towards him, closing any space between them; she placed his hands on her waist, her fingers sliding across his forearms softly. She felt him grip her waist.

Sara closed her eyes and tilted her head in to capture Grissom's lips with hers, crushing into his mouth hungrily. She'd held back for what felt like so long. She heard herself let out a soft moan as his tongue pushed into her mouth, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. Her body felt like it was on fire with want for him, she couldn't get enough of his kisses. His hands slid down to her ass and he pulled her even closer to him. His want pressed against her and eventually they parted for air.

"Sara," Grissom moved his hands back to her waist, "You are such a beautiful, intelligent woman. I can't stop thinking about you. Your eyes are stunning; I could look at you forever."

Sara didn't know what to say, her body was soaring with emotion, she just kept a hold of him, like she was afraid he would disappear if she let go.

He moved one of his hands to cup her face, "I can't stay in San Francisco any longer than till Sunday night, Sara. I can only offer you two more days of me, and then I have to go back to Vegas."

She nodded, understanding the situation they were now in.

"If you don't want this to go any further I will understand. I'm not going to put you in a position where this becomes more difficult."

"I want you, Gilbert Grissom, and if that means only till Sunday night, then so be it. But I can't walk away now."

He smiled at her, entwining his fingers with hers. "Would you like to come back to the hotel with me?"

"Yes. I would." Her stomach flipped nervously, excitedly.

They headed back to his car hand-in-hand through the trees silently. The car ride to the hotel was also silent, but comfortably so, Grissom's hand occasionally brushing over Sara's hand or thigh, sending shivers over her body. She could barely think straight with want for him.

Grissom shut the hotel door behind them, it closing with a soft click. His hotel room was simple, white walls, a double bed and two bedside tables. There was a bathroom coming off the room, and a storage unit running down one wall – a wardrobe, desk and fridge contained. There was a large window spanning another wall, its curtains pulled back from how Grissom had left them that morning; the setting sun spilled in, a deep orange bathing the room. The room smelled like Grissom, a mixture of soap and a very faint aftershave.

Sara wasted no time in returning to their passionate embrace, Grissom's hands running through her hair, pulling her lips against his hungrily. Sara felt the return of his erection against her thigh.

"You're beautiful." He whispered as they parted lips.

She kicked off her boots, stepping back to lie on the bed, and Grissom joined her. He lay on top of her, her legs spreading so he could sit his weight back as not to squash her. Their kisses resumed, this time with more passion than before, his tongue massaged hers, his hands sliding up her top, to feel her bare skin.

She throbbed for him, her hips starting a slow pace against him, causing them both to moan gently. Grissom pulled back slightly to remove her top over her head, she unclasped her black lace bra and his eyes fell to her breasts.

"Oh honey."

She felt herself blush at his stare; she hadn't been with anyone in such a long time, almost forgetting what it was like to be so intimate with someone, although this was so much more intense than anyone else before.

He placed kisses over her neck, shoulders and eventually her breasts. He paid extra attention to her already hard nipples; their slow gyrating continuing. Needing more skin contact with him, Sara pulled his polo shirt over his head, her hands running down his bare back as he began to kiss and suck at her neck.

He looked up at her, "Sara, my God…" his voice came out a whisper, the atmosphere delicate but intense.

"I want you, Gil." She couldn't wait any longer. She started to unbuckle his belt, eying his want through his jeans, she shivered with anticipation of what she was about to receive. Pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs, she moaned with delight at the sight before her.

Grissom's hands ran across her breasts, down her stomach to her trousers and within seconds those too were removed, along with her panties. Spreading her legs, Grissom entered her slowly, resting his weight on his forearms that were placed either side of her head, his lips taking hers once again.

Sara met the pace he created as he moved within her, slow but deep, his skin was hot against hers, occasionally he'd run his lips down her neck, his kisses leaving marks with the fervour he had for her. Her skin tingled, she was sure she was shaking with desire, he picked up pace as she dug her nails into his back. Her release was building with powerful intensity.

"Oh, Gil… oh…" he thrust into her as she came hard around him, the sensation setting Grissom off and he spilled himself inside of her, her name rolling from his lips, before he relaxed some of his weight atop of her body. They breathed heavily together, Sara could still feel herself spinning with her release; her nails still dug into his back, she released her grip and rubbed the marks she'd left gently, before running her fingers through his hair, slightly damp with sweat.

Grissom's head was buried into the crook of her neck, resting against the bed. She didn't know what to say to him, everything that had been building over the last four days had come to its climax, so to speak.

"You're an absolute delight." Grissom whispered, placing a few soft kisses on her shoulders.

She grinned, staring up at the ceiling. She revelled in the feeling of lying naked with him on top of her, him still inside of her, the trace of his kisses all over her. She couldn't believe her luck.

Slowly, he slipped out of her, and knelt up on the bed, placing a few last kisses to her breasts as he pulled away. The orange sunset that filled the room basked his naked body; he wasn't the most toned man in the world but he was muscular, and fit, and gorgeous. They both slipped under the sheets and he pulled her close to him.

"Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service." He ran his fingers up and down her skin lazily.

"The Tempest, William Shakespeare." Sara smiled.

He looked at her, impressed, before pausing for a second, "Sara, I couldn't believe how beautiful you were when I first saw you, how clever and passionate you were about your work, that gorgeous smile of yours has lit up the past four days. I have felt such an urge to be close to you, and every time we parted I felt the need more and more, to an unbearable extent, if only to satisfy my own heart to have those times beside you. I never thought my feelings for you would be returned."

Sara smiled at him tenderly and moved her body closer to him, nestling her head against his chest. She listened to his heart rate slowing and she relaxed into his arms, feeling tiredness overcome her as Grissom held her tightly.