Talk about writer's block! Just haven't been able to get this chapter out my fingers, sorry about the delay. Now, I have to say, I am very much aware that M+ rated stories are not allowed on FF, so I have chosen my words carefully in scenes where deemed necessary, I hope this explains why some of the words I've chosen aren't the obvious ones, LOL, I don't know how far I can go, so I'm trying to keep it toned down, but if I can heat it up a bit more please let me know, and I will. xD

Chapter Twelve

The restaurant was quiet, only one other couple sat in the room off the lobby were nearly finished with their meal as Grissom and Sara took their seats.

"What would you like to drink?" Grissom asked.

Sara looked up at him from her menu; she really didn't want to drink another glass of wine in her life.

"Would you like…" Grissom scanned his own menu, "a beer?"

She grinned, Grissom knew her too well now, and she loved it. "Yes, please."

"Well I'm going to have an orange juice." He said, just as the waiter arrived to take their drink orders. Grissom repeated the drinks order to the waiter as Sara looked around. The restaurant was decorated in much the same fashion as the rest of the hotel, white-ish cream colours with accents of blue. It was nice.

"Thank you for writing," Sara straightened out the cutlery on the table, a little nervous, "I really did miss you. It's been so quiet without you."

The waiter interrupted the moment, bringing their drinks over. Sara poured her beer into a glass.

Fred Astaire's soft music played through the speakers in the room and Grissom took Sara's hand in his across the table.

"I used to be color-blind, but I met you and now I find, there's green in the grass, there's gold in the moon, there's blue in the skies." He sang along to the music, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sara smiled at him, he couldn't be more perfect. She felt like her heart was ready to burst.

The rest of the evening went quickly, Grissom explaining the cases he'd had and some funny stories from the lab as they shared dinner. As it reached midnight, Sara could see Grissom struggling to keep his eyes open. With the dinner on Grissom's hotel bill, Sara got out of her seat, and went over to Grissom, taking his hands, "Let's go upstairs." She smiled.

He nodded, and they left the restaurant, heading back upstairs to their room.

Once stood in the room together, Grissom opened his mouth to speak, "Sara—"

She put her finger to his lips, much like he had done when he had left her to go back to Vegas. "I just want to be in bed with you, Gris, to have you hold me, and have you next to me."

He nodded, relief on his face that she wasn't upset at his tiredness. He unzipped her dress and she slid out of it, kicking off her shoes and taking off her underwear before slipping under the bedsheets. Grissom tossed his clothes onto the floor and got in to the bed with her, pulling her naked body up close to his. With her back to him, Sara took hold of his hands that were either side of her body, conjoining them with hers. He placed several kisses to her neck and she could feel herself relax with his touch.

"Night, Sara." He whispered.

"Night, Gil."

Sara awoke with Grissom's kisses over her face, she smiled, her eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of his warm kisses.

"Good morning." He spoke softly.

"Mhmm." She let out a little moan; his hands pulled her closer to him. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes to meet his ,"I didn't think you'd come back to me, Gris. I'm so glad you did."

He placed another kiss on her lips. "How could I not come back? I can't stop thinking about you, honey." She smiled at him, and his cupped her face with his hand, "you, Sara Sidle, are beautiful."

Sara looked at him, really taking in all of his facial features now the daylight lit the room. She loved his dark hair, slightly curly but not overly so, his big blue eyes that reached her soul, the little dimple in his chin - she adored every bit of him. She leant in and kissed him, trying to etch the feeling of his lips against hers into her memory forever. She could feel his want stir against her thigh, she pulled away and met his eyes, "Well, hello."

He raised his eyebrows at her, "hello yourself." He moved his hand under the covers, his fingers sliding between her legs, into her wetness.

"Oh, Gillll." She could have come there and then with his softest touch to her. His fingers moved backwards and forwards slowly as he kissed and sucked at her neck. Sara could feel her body quiver with every stroke he took, his lips moving to her breasts, and his body moving on top of her. She spread her legs and he placed two fingers inside of her, her body arching off the bed with the pleasure his movement caused her.

He replaced his fingers with his hard want, pushing into her, unhurried and steady. She could feel his breath on her, causing her skin to goose-bump; she was so sensitive to his every movement. He began to move inside of her, his hands either side of her body, her legs wrapping around his body, pulling him closer into her. He penetrated her deeply, moans escaping their mouths. She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth, taking control of the kiss.

Sara could feel her release build inside of her with every thrust Grissom gave, and with one last drive, she reached her culmination, as did Grissom, his body still raised above hers, his breath heavy and his eyes closed as he came down from his peak.

"God, Gil…" Sara breathed.

He placed kisses all over her face, before lying back down next to her. He stared into her eyes, a smile on his lips. They lay there for what seemed like hours, sharing kisses, touches, small talk, falling in and out of sleep, before it reached mid-afternoon and Sara slipped out from under the bed covers as Grissom slept.

Turning the shower on, she stepped under hot water. Her heart and mind were fighting each other with emotion. Could she hold onto Grissom? Could they really have a relationship with 500 miles in between them the majority of the time? Could she really ask him to travel such a distance so often? She could see he was exhausted from working so hard and travelling, but her heart yearned for him constantly. She adored him, she was devoted to him, she loved him.

Sara leant her forehead against one of the tiled walls in the shower. Two days every six weeks wasn't enough for her, she wanted him always. She sighed, and started to rub shampoo into her hair, and soap over body, before rinsing her hair and skin, and stepping out of the water. She still couldn't even really believe he was here with her, even for such a short space of time, why was he so interested in Sara Sidle? Nothing special, nothing new, just Sara.

Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked back into the bedroom, her wet feet leaving footsteps on the carpet as she went. She looked over at Grissom; he was awake, lying in bed, looking at her, the most wonderful smile on his face. Sara felt her heart soar at his smile. They would have to make this work, 500 miles in between them or not, she needed him in her life.