You have no idea how pleased I was with myself when I managed to get a reference to 'I touch myself' by The Divinyls in this!

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Paramour

(Resolution)

A small amount of panic rose up in Sara's gut as she glanced around at the unfamiliar bedroom- crisp white sheets were wrapped around her and the television was still on from the previous night. She looked around but could not see Greg anywhere. With a sleepy sigh Sara pulled herself out of bed stretching her arms before making her way through the door into the living room.

Greg was laying sprawled out on the sofa one arm and one leg on the floor, his head resting on one of the velvet pillows she had helped him chose for the couch. Sara winced slightly at how uncomfortable his sleep position of choice looked before feeling guilty that she'd had an incredibly night's sleep in his king sized bed. Greg had explained to her on many occasions how important sleep was in attempts to justify why about seventy percent of his bedroom was bed. And even though she'd never admit it out loud- he was right- she could barely remember being that comfortable in her own bed even when she'd first gotten it.

She made her way to the kitchen finding it odd how comfortable she felt in Greg's apartment. Placing the coffee on, she went about making French toast the radio on playing the best 80s hits.

"A fool could see how much I adore you...I'd get down on my knees...I'd do anything for you..."

"Well don't let me stop you..." Greg laughed collapsing in one of the seats at the breakfast bar rubbing his eyes.

"You should have let me sleep on the sofa Greg...you looked exhausted..." Sara frowned slightly placing a mug of coffee in front of him.

"You looked comfortable...I didn't want to wake you." He smiled softly at her. "But the crick in my necking is telling me I should have kicked you out of me bed."

"Aw...poor Greg..." She put a plate of French toast in front of him before making her way around the breakfast bar to stand behind him. Sara placed her hands lightly on his shoulders kneaded them surprised slightly at the muscle beneath. Her thumbs gently placed pressure on the knot at the base of his neck.

"I could get used to this..." He smiled into his coffee mug.

"Don't worry...I'll start looking for my own place soon." Sara laughed. "I won't impose on you for too long."

"You're not imposing..." Greg assured her. "You should stay here...I'll actually clean out the guest room and we can both get decent night's sleep."

"Greg you don't have to go through that trouble..." She said shortly not knowing exactly how she felt about living with Greg.

"It's no trouble...I'd love...like having you here." He stumbled slightly over his sentence not wanting to scare Sara off.

"Greg...I take obscenely long showers in the mornings, I will take a label maker to your kitchen. I sing along to the radio- badly. I will always tidy your things away. I never sleep at normal times...in fact I barely sleep at all." Sara listed the things about her she knew would get under Greg's skin if she stayed there.

"It'll be fine Sara...And if it's not...you can always move out. I'm not asking you to sign a contract in blood." He smiled taking her hands in his own.

"Okay...fine...but seriously...the first thing that annoys you...you have to tell me." She demanded with a small smile.

"Deal" Greg agreed without hesitation.

"There is something I need to sort out..." Sara sighed straightening out his shirt.

"I could drive you...I need to head into the city anyway..." He offered handing Sara his mug of coffee.

"No" She replied quickly turning away from him. A frown flashed across Greg's face but it was soon gone.

"Sorry Greg it's...just complicated." Sara muttered not knowing how to explain that intended on going to see her host.

"It's okay...you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Greg assured her with a small smile.

"I'm going to break up with my host" she responded quickly, steeling herself from his gaze and holding her breath as she met his eye, with an embarrassed smile. "I was meeting with this guy called Rueben... It was nothing sleazy or anything... we...we just talked. He helped me out a lot"

"If you want that lift...I'd be happy to drive you Sara there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just...hope that next time you feel like you could come and talk to me rather than paying a stranger to listen." He said softly. "I want to be here for you."

"I will..." She nodded placing a kiss on his cheek. "And I'd be great if you could drive me...my car is stuffed full of everything I own..."

"Just let me go shower and we can go..." Greg nodded.

As he reached the door he turned around with a sly smile.

"So how should I dress...I wouldn't want this Rueben guy to show me up now would I?" He teased.

"You can wear whatever you want Greg..." Sara laughed.

"I'm that good looking, am I?" He paused to think of the most ridiculous outfit he could think of. "Dressing as one of Banana's In Pyjamas it is."

"Sounds great Greg..." She couldn't help but be amused at the thought.

As they drove to Over Under Sara found herself watching the man in the driver's seat beside her carefully wondering one night away from the drama and entanglement she had created in her life seemed to already be doing her good.

Greg was muttering the words to a Beatles song under his breath tapping his feet slightly as they drove through the congested roads of Las Vegas in the mid day heat. Sara couldn't help but smile or feel slightly envious of how uninhibited he appeared to be.

Sara wondered if there was anyone else out there who could make her feel as comfortable and safe as Greg did. When she was with him it was as if her problems didn't matter because no matter what he would always be there to help her through it.

She recalled the nights throughout her teenage years when she had imagined being with someone like him when she had repeatedly been shown that sometimes it's not worth trusting a man with your heart. Sara couldn't deny the lump that was building up in her throat as she remembered how she had imagined Grissom to be that way.

She had always expecting him to fight for her.

But in the end her heart had still been broken no matter all of the years she had attempted to guard it with everything she had only falling by accident for the older man she knew she couldn't have. Sara wondered if that had been the attraction- the rules that judged their relationship to be long.

Perhaps she just wanted something complicated just because after all of these years she didn't think she was capable of simple.

Things were simple with Greg.

He made her smile, he made her laugh and he made her feel like the person she had always wanted to be.

"What are you thinking about?" Greg asked turning to her with a smile.

"You" She answered enjoying how honest she could be with him and it wouldn't matter because he never took her fits of anger to heart and he never laughed at her stupid ideas.

"I hope they were all nice things" He joked turning his eyes back to the road slowing down to let a car pass.

"Err...its debateable..." She couldn't help but tease him.

"I'm hurt Sara..."

It was then it struck Sara just how much she liked the sound of Greg's laugh- the low gravely tones that came through reminding her of all the cigarettes they had smoked together and the higher notes leaving traces of his youth in the air. They still had so many cigarettes to go.

He pulled up into a parking space in front of the bar turning to Sara with a sigh.

"I can wait here for you..." Greg smiled.

"I won't be long..." Sara smiled and turned to the passenger side door before quickly turning back to Greg. She leant across her seat placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you"

And with that she was gone.