Behind The Scenes
By: supercsi4
Chapter 11 - Kiss-Kiss, Bye-Bye
SARA:
Grissom was standing in our bathroom this morning staring at his reflection. I walked in, rubbing my hands along his back, he asks, "You think I should dye me hair?"
I can't get enough of this man and I wouldn't change a thing, "I think grey hair is very attractive." One thing lead to another against the bathroom sink, Grissom assaulting my neck with his lips and that is why I had to wear the scarf to work today.
Later on in the day Grissom and I walked into Hodges' lab and caught him trying to cover up his grey hair with a black magic marker. Yeah I know, I really don't understand what is going thru that man's head sometimes.
Grissom stood close to me, I used to be able to feel the sexual tension flowing between us, static in the air, but now it is only love that surrounded us and we are the only ones who realize it.
"Hodges, didn't you know that grey hair can be very attractive," I say, feeling Grissom eyes on me, silently warning me to keep what happens in our bathroom to ourselves. Do you think that Hodges caught on to the subtle hints I was throwing Grissom's way. No, what am I thinking…it's Hodges…he wouldn't catch on if I were to push Grissom onto the lab table and have my way with him.
GRISSOM:
I stood in our bathroom this morning contemplating my reflection, wondering how someone as young and beautiful as Sara could ever fall in love with a man that looked so old. All my fears are relieved though as she walks into the bathroom unable to keep her hands off me even after a long night of love making.
"I think grey hair is very attractive," she whispered seductively to me as I take her right there against the bathroom counter. She is mad at me later when she is forced to wear a scarf around her neck to hide the hickeys.
Later on that day Sara and I strolled into Hodges' lab and caught him trying to hide his grey hair by coloring it with a black marker. How many times had I thought about dying my own hair to look younger?
Sara stands extremely close to me. Several months ago I would have been so overwhelmed with her proximity to me I would have taken a step away in order to control myself, but now I know I can stand as close as I wished because we would be even unbelievably closer later on that evening in our bed.
"Hodges, didn't you know that grey hair can be very attractive," Sara said it out loud and obviously directed at me. It was her turn to bring our personal lives up in the lab's conversations and without anyone even knowing it.
Sitting snuggled together on the couch that evening with Sara, she was watching tv and I was reading Lois O'Neill's book Greg had let me borrow. Turning the pages back to the beginning where she had signed it for Greg, I read the words again, 'The best is yet to come.' Looking down at Sara, I wondered how it could really get any better then this.