Always on my Mind

She was no where to be seen. Grissom had checked the entire lab yet no Sara in sight. And as he looked from the locker room to the conference room. It was then Brass had told him that after taking the John Claudine away she headed home. Grissom flew out of the crime lab and into his car and drove. He needed to see Sara. He needed Sara.

Grissom walked into the house. He looked everywhere for Sara, the living room, the kitchen, even the bathroom. All that was left was the bedroom and as he approached he watched as the doorknob turned and there stood Sara, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She seemed a bit surprised when she saw Grissom.

"I didn't hear you come in." She said simply.

But instead of replying he took a step toward her. She seemed startled and took a step back. And then a process of this seemed to keep going with him steeping forward and her taking a step back the wall intervened and Sara was sandwiched between it and Grissom. Lust was present in his eyes and even though they were about the same height, she seemed suddenly smaller underneath his stare. She was enticed and if he asked she would do anything.

Their breathing was rhythmic and seemed to be the only sound in the room. Grissom's hand appeared out of nowhere and carefully slid the bathrobe away from Sara's body revealing one breast. Her heart pounded in her ears and she didn't look down as his hand briefly touched her. She watched as his eyes lowered to look at the erect nipple and looked back up at her. His eyes were libidinous and he greedily placed his mouth over hers.

The kiss turned rough as they both tugged each other's head towards the other, demanding to be in charge. The passion was so intense that Sara hesitated for just one second which not only let Grissom when the kissing battle but also resulted with her on top of the table and him grinding hard against her. She fumbled for his zipper and button as he laid butterfly kisses on her neck. She moaned as she felt herself become even more damp.

Before the damn button came undone he pushed her back to kiss her one last time before he picked her up bridal style and walked towards the bed throwing her on it. She looked up and her eyes plead with his to take her right now. He smiled and crawled on the bed over her he pecked her on the lips a few times before she grabbed his head and gave him a full blown kiss.

Their tongues dancing in each other's mouths while Grissom took the liberty of discarding his pants and shirt. Her fingers curled in his hair keeping his head close to her. And when it came time for both of them to breathe, Grissom lead a trail of kisses down her abdomen and soon to the warm, damp opening of Sara Sidle. He could hear the sharp intake of breath as he nibbled and licked. Then he heard her gasp as he plunged his tongue deep inside her, tasting all her juices.

Her moaning escalated as her got her closer and closer to heaven. Then right at that moment he stopped and gave her a kiss. Normally Sara would return the favor with the few tricks she had up her sleeve to make him scream her name in ways she didn't believe was possible but tonight he surprised her. As she went down to that sacred area he stopped her.

"It's only for you," he growled.

That was a shock for Sara. Here he was being generous and it wasn't even her birthday. She smiled and gave him a sweet kiss which turned out to be harsh due to Sara and Grissom's strong arousals. Grissom slipped his hand behind her neck and eased himself into her. Her moan was muffled in his mouth as his thrusting became harder. Her moaning became so loud that she was officially screaming and he was grinning from ear to ear as he, too, was moaning and calling out for Sara.

"Grissom."

He was pounding taking her all in.

"Ah! Grissommm."

He was close. Oh god was he close and he knew she was too.

"OH GOD GIL!"

How much he enjoyed how she said his first name. In fact he enjoyed it so much he came inside her right as she screamed it out. Sara whimpered slightly. He smiled lazily and kissed her forehead, taking himself out of her as well. She, too, smiled and looked up at him.

"I love you."

Grissom looked at her startled. She had never said that before. Finally he gave her a warm grin.

"I love you, too."

And he felt her head lie on his chest and felt as her breathing steadied and she was asleep. Times like this made him hate himself for being a killer, but reassured him that quiting would be worthwhile.

But surely he should know that his past would catch up with him sooner or later.