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Unnoticed Beginnings: Honesty

Sara woke with the cotton of her sheets against her bare skin, her eyes stinging from the bright morning light that flooded through her window. She pulled herself up to find Greg standing at the door with a steaming mug in his hand. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled half way up his arms, half of the buttons undone as Sara glanced around she saw his belt and tie hanging on the top of her desk chair. She could feel the duvet slide down her body and quickly pulled it up when she realised she was naked underneath.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before..." Greg smirked and offered her the mug he had been holding on his eyes lingering where her bed sheets met her skin. His eyes were darkened with lust making Sara even more self conscious. "I've called in sick for you...and I have the day off...if you want to..." But he found himself unable to say it and simply just smirked.

"Greg what's going on?" Sara asked looking around attempting to find her clothes but soon realised they were nowhere to be seen.

"Well it's about mid-day, I'm bringing you coffee because you're probably very hung over considering how drunk you were last night." Greg explained as if it were a completely simple situation.

"Where are my clothes?" She asked her voice cracking slightly.

"I've put them in the machine, hope you don't mind." Greg placed the mug on Sara's bedside cabinet and perched himself on the edge of the bed next to her. He placed his hand on her jaw and leant in and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sara shouted and pushed him away.

"What does it look like?" Greg laughed stroking her hand. "And come on...after last night..."

Sara glanced at him, her eyes rimmed with tears, clearly hyper-ventilating. She pulled herself off the bed wrapping the duvet firmly around herself away from Greg's preying eyes.

"Go Greg...leave" She kept her eyes focused on the floor not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to see the glee that was bound to be across his face as he watched her react.

"Fine I'll leave." He stood up snatching his belt and tie from the chair. "By the way Sara...we didn't have sex...if that's what you think...you came on to me...while you were half naked...I was the perfect gentle man, I turned you down and put you to bed to sleep off the booze." He gave her an amused look and disappeared out of the door.

As he stepped into his flat and took a cold beer out of the fridge, Greg felt himself boiling up. He remembered peeling the wet clothes of Sara's body- the miles of milky skin that were underneath them. He recalled the gentle curves of her breasts as a bead of water escaped from her hair past her collar bone. He remembered the feel of her legs as his fingertips had brushed the skin taking her trousers off. The way she had kissed him made his bones ache with lust. As he collapsed on his sofa he imagined all of the things he could have done to Sara the previous night. In his head he didn't push her away, he pulled her closer. He kissed her back rather than stopping her. He imagined touching her in all the places he had spent years dreaming about. Greg thought of how easy it would have been to get between her legs the previous night with her so drunk and willing to give him what he wanted. He wondered about how it would felt to be inside of her after spending so many years thinking about it. He fantasised about what she would have sounded like when she peaked- when she was screaming his name.

Greg felt a familiar longing stirring in more Southern regions than his mind forcing him to think about something other than Sara.

The Next Day

Sara sat on the bench in the locker room- she still hadn't fully recovered from her bender two nights ago. She had attempted to sleep off her hangover the next day but when she woke the world seemed like a fuzzy place as if she were still drunk. Grissom had called the night before to ask her about her day and how Las Vegas had been treating her and as much as she wanted to tell him about kissing Greg she just couldn't bring herself to actually do it. She thought of how it would break his heart, how he would lose his respect for her and the fact that he wouldn't be able to trust her. She had simply balanced it out and realised that it was not worth the risk telling him what she had done.

Greg appeared at the door; he casually opened his locker and took of his t-shirt in order to prepare for shift. He turned around resting his back against Sara's locker, his arms folded across his bare chest a devilish smile playing on his lips.

"Hello Sara." He said attempting to sound casual.

"Look Greg...I want to say...thank you...for the other night...not doing...anything when you had the chance..." She kept her eyes firmly focused on the ground ashamed about the situation in which they had last seen each other. Greg simply smiled and sat himself down next to her. Sara could feel the heat radiating from his skin and his smell, the mix of cologne and cigarettes, she had memorised surrounding her. He was sitting way too close and as much as Sara wanted to move away, she didn't know what it was, but something kept her glued to the spot.

"I wouldn't thank me just yet...I gathered...I would enjoy it a lot more if you knew exactly what we were doing..." He whispered into her ear Sara could feel her stomach tie in knots as he grazed her wedding ring with his fingers letting her know exactly what he meant.