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When Sara opened her eyes, her room was dark. She wrinkled her nose—his chest hair was tickling it. She pulled her head back and slowly rolled onto her back, still close to him, but no longer wrapped up in him. She allowed herself an indulgent moment to watch him—he was breathing softly, the corners of his mouth turned up, his curls tousled. His glasses were off, presumably on the nightstand on his side of the bed, which meant he'd already been up. Turning from the beautiful man in her bed, she stretched her body, her muscles stiff but in a positively delicious way—she still had a feeling of deep contentedness. Once having stretched, she realized she had to pee, and slipped quietly out of bed and tip toed to the bathroom. She washed her hands and then crept back to bed, trying to slip between her light blue satin sheets without disturbing Grissom.
Before she could set her head down, he had turned to face her, a smile on those perfect lips. She couldn't help but smile too.
"I missed you." Her heart fluttered at his words, but she still responded in the tone of their usual banter.
"You were asleep when I left. You couldn't have missed me even a minute." He was not drawn into her provocation though, instead reaching out and pulling her close up to his body again, and laying a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"It was a minute too long." She blushed, unsure how to respond to a Grissom who did not seem to be torn about his actions or feelings.
"I just… ran to the bathroom."
He nodded knowingly. "It's the body's natural defense against infections…STD's… the ammonia in urine can kill bacteria, so when—" Her kiss interrupted his explanation. When she pulled from him, he looked surprised, and she giggled.
"You're even a scientist in bed…"
He smiled too, and then, after a slight hesitation, seemed to expound on a thought which had just occurred to him. "Speaking of… infections… we didn't use any… protection."
"I don't have any STD's." She said, a little too defensively, shaking her head. His hands ran over her sides soothingly.
"I wasn't implying that you did, Sara, and for the record, neither do I." She narrowed her eyes, having never thought that he would. "The reference to infections just reminded me that we didn't use a condom—I assumed you would not have let us finish if you were not on some other method of birth control, but I thought that I would double check…"
"Oh." She was embarrassed now, at her overreaction, but quickly recovered. "No, yeah, of course I wouldn't. We're safe."
He nodded, and then smiled gently, sympathetically. "You don't need to be defensive, Sara… You asked me to trust you; I'm asking you the same. I hardly think you can view me as your boss right now."
She laughed softly, a distance in her eyes, but it was fading. "You look good in my bed… I don't think I'll ever be quite as intimidated by you again. I still will be, but there will be the thought in the back of my mind that you're only a man, underneath all that frightening morality and science…"
He laughed and kissed her again, and her heart pounded in her chest—one-night stands didn't kiss so much. Kissing was more personal than sex… it implied attraction rather than arousal. He did not seem to be a man who felt he had made a mistake or who was regretful of the night he had spent with her. He had been more hesitant leading up to the act than he was now, in the aftermath, which seemed backwards to Sara, but in a positive way. Most men were gung-ho during the lead up, and hesitant after the fact. He broke the kiss, but moved closer to her, under the covers, until he could roll himself on top of her.
She was surprised at his movements, her eyebrows rising to reveal this, but he disregarded them. "You have a double-wide shower in your master bath…"
She smiled in confusion, her eyebrows now coming together. "I had to pay extra for it… the layout of the building made it so there was extra space in the master bath in one apartment on each floor…"
Her brows began to relax as she saw a hint of mischief in his eyes and realized why he was on top of her again. A smile replaced the perplexed look on her face. "Gil Grissom, I had no idea you were so insatiable…" She teased him slyly, as they moved up out of the bed and into her master bathroom.
His hands found her waist again and pulled her body against his tightly, kissing her with a passion reminiscent of a few hours back, though Sara had thought it unmatchable. "I'm going to hell anyway… I might as well enjoy myself…" He said it teasingly, a smile in his voice. He did not expect her to pull from him, a slightly hurt but mostly serious look on her face. He immediately realized his mistake. "It's a figure of speech, Sara… going to hell. I just mean, I already broke my resolve… there will be repercussions now, whether we make love a hundred times or never touch each other again." He grinned. "I'd just rather be closer to the hundred than the never, when I have to face those repercussions…"
He captured her lips again, and she allowed it, getting quickly swept up in the intimacy with which he kissed her—even though they were both naked and he was clearly aroused, his hands gently held her face and ran through her hair, rather than roaming over her body. They stumbled their way to the shower, and Sara broke from him to turn it on, at which point he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck, softly, slowly, sensually, as if each contact of lips to skin was a deep and profound pleasure to him. Lips finding each other again, they maneuvered their way into the shower and the hot water, never breaking from each other. After several minutes of intense kissing, Grissom bent to grasp around her thighs, lifting her up and pinning her between himself and wall for the second time that night.
She gasped a little, as her back scraped against the rough wall behind her—her shower walls were stained cement rather than tile—she had thought it was pretty until this moment. Grissom stopped abruptly, understanding filling his eyes after only a moment. He moved to set her down, rethinking his shower idea, but her arms and legs, both wrapped around him, tightened in protest. "No… once you're inside me, I won't even notice…"
His eyebrows creased. "Are you sure? Sara, your back…"
She kissed him, not allowing his argument. "If I notice it, I promise I'll tell you and we'll finish in bed…" She pushed her hips up tighter against him and he groaned—she felt so good, and the hot water trailing over their bodies made everything slippery and even more sensual to the touch. He tried to argue again, but in this instance, he was no match for the persuasions of Sara Sidle.