Chapter 2

A few minutes before 6 Gil knocked on Sara's door, more nervous then he had ever been.

"You can't just blurt out that you want to sleep with her," Grissom had told himself, "I have to go at this slow."

All through the evening Grissom was everything Sara knew he would be, a perfect gentleman. She wondered if maybe she was off - maybe he wasn't interested in her?

"I wish he would let me know what's on his mind," Sara said to herself.

Her question was soon answered. As they were dancing Gil lowered his head close to her.

After kissing her softly he whispered, "Can there be an us?"

Sara looked at him.

"An us?" she asked, hoping he wanted the same thing she did.

Gill took her hand and walked off the dance floor and back to their table where it was much quieter.

"Yes," he said, "Sara, I have been in love with you from the first time I seen you. I have just been to unsure of myself to say anything to you."

Sara smiled, "I have felt the same way for just as long. I thought that some one of your stature would not be interested in someone like me."

Gil gently laid his hand on hers, "Let's go somewhere a little more private so we can talk about how foolish we have both been."

Gil drove back to Sara's place, they sat on her couch and talked.

"What did you mean - how foolish we have both been.," Sara asked.

"The fact that we could have wasted so much more time because we were to afraid to ask a simple question," Gil said, "Let's not be that foolish again. If we want to know anything we will just ask, no matter how foolish we my think it will sound."

"A good friend of mine once said the only foolish question is an unasked one," Sara said.

Gil chuckled and told her what his mother had always told him.

Sara smiled and agreed with him.

They talked until near midnight.

Gil glanced at his watch, "It's late I need to go."

Gil took her face in his hands and kissed her.

Sara knew it was time to act, she didn't want him to go.

"Don't," she said.

Sara walked to her door, locked it and looked at him, "Stay."

Looking into her eyes he seen a passion in them he had never seen before. He looked at her and smiled, then nodded. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They shared soft tender kisses as they undressed each other.

He took a step back and looked at her, "Beautiful," he whispered.

He could feel her skin flush under his touch. His lips found her neck, his tongue taste her skin. A moan escaped her throat from the sensations his tongue was giving her. He gently guided her to a lying position. His lips found hers again.

He shifted somewhat and let his tongue trace the skin on her throat, ever so slowly he kissed his way back to her lips. Just as slowly he kissed a trail to her breasts. His lips never left her breasts as his hand moved down. Sara gasped as she felt his hand cover her soft mound.

His fingers found her wet, wanting and needing him. His thumb grazed her nub as his finger gently penetrated her. He began thrusting gently into her, his mouth moving back to the sensitive flesh of her neck. He started rubbing her nub with his thumb as he pumped his fingers faster.

His mouth moved back to her breasts as he took a pert nibble into his mouth and sucked, all the while his hand pumped a steady rhythm, Sara's walls clamping down on his fingers. He felt her body shudder violently as her orgasm crashed over her.

He kissed her he entered her. Sara moaned deeply, his manhood completely filled her. He began thrusting slowly, steadily, loving the feel of her warm channel surrounding his manhood, feel her vaginal muscles tightened around it.

Each stroke of his manhood massaged that special spot, she was on fire again, once more she released herself. He was moaning softly under his breath as he felt her juices flooding over him. They groaned in unison as their orgasms crashed over them.

He collapsed on top of her.

Lowering his face to hers, he placed a soft kiss on her lips, "Sara, I love you."

Slowly he moved from atop her and wrapped her in his arms, she lay her head on his chest.

"I love you," she whispered.

The next morning Sara woke to the feel of his body next to hers, she nestled closer to him.

He opened his eyes, "Good morning."

Sara smiled, "Good morning."

Sara didn't want to move but laying in her bed, with the smells of last night still on them was not the place to talk about what was on her mind.

"How about a bite to eat," Sara said, wiggling away from him, "We need to talk."

Gil agreed, "And here with you so close to me is not the place to do it."

Sara slipped on a robe while Gil found his boxers, going into the kitchen Sara fixed coffee and placed muffins and fruit on the table.

"I'm not a one night kinda girl," Sara said.

Gil smiled, "That's good because I'm not a one night kinda guy."

Sara said, "I love you. I want this to last."

Gil stood and pulled her into a kiss, "Until the end of time."

Sara kissed him tenderly, "And even past that."

They spent the rest of the morning talking about their future.

"When should we tell the rest of the team?" Gil asked.

Sara laughed, "I think the rest of the team already knows. Well at least that we care for each other."

Sara told him what Catherine had said.

"I was not aware it was that obvious," Gil said.

Sara smiled, "To everyone but us I guess."

Falling back to 'The only foolish question is an unasked one' Gil took Sara's hand.

"I know where I want this to go," he said, "I want you to be my wife."

The look in Sara's eyes was one of total surprise.

"Not right away," Gil said with a chuckle in his voice, "I know we need time to get to know each other a little better. But I do want to marry you."

"When the time is right, I would love to," Sara told him.