Chapter 4

"Now," Sara said, standing and taking his hand, "I think it's time for bed."

Gil stood and smiled, "I thought you needed to talk?"

"Later, now I need something else," Sara answered.

Gil smiled, "I still can't be on top."

Sara kissed him, "Who's has been complaining."

"Certainly not me," Gil said, following her.

Between kisses they undressed each other, then lay on the bed.

Sara stroked him. Softly at first, and then harder. Gil watched her hands work him. One was around his erection, and another reached out to cup his balls and massage them. Just seeing her hands on him, seeing her enjoying touching him, almost sent him over the edge.

He moved his kisses form her lips to her nipples as he slipped his right hand in between her legs.

Sara groaned softly and spread them open for him, giving him more room. He massaged his way up, running a finger up and down her lips, which were already wet for him.

Gil slipped a finger inside her, Sara gasped as his thumb flicked her nub and his middle finger expertly grazed her spot.

Sara bit her lip to stifle her scream as he continued his movements, never leaving her breast.

Sara moaned softly as her climax flowed over Gil's fingers. Slowly she climbed on top of him, they both gasped as he entered her. His hands were on her sides, just above her hips. Hers were resting gently on his chest. They slowly began moving with each other…matching each other perfectly…each of her downward movements meant with an upward thrust.

They reached the point where they could feel nothing but the pleasure that was racing through their bodies, each called the others name as their orgasms over took them.

Sara fell forward and lay her head on his chest, Gil ran his hands up and down her back. They lay that way for a while, slowly Gil eased her off him and cuddled her close to his side.

"We still need to talk," he said, kissing the ring on her finger.

Sara nestled closer to him, "Tomorrow, I'm to sleepy."

Gil kissed her, "Tomorrow."

The alarm buzzing woke them both, Gil reached over Sara and turned it off.

Kissing her he said, "Wake up sleepy head. Time to get up."

Sara nestled close to him, "I don't want to, I like it here."

Gil kissed the top of her head, "Me too, my dear. But we have to get ready for court and there is something we need to talk about."

Sara let out a long breath, "Yes Mr. Supervisor."

Gil started tickling her.

"Stop. Stop," Sara said, wiggling away from him and out of the bed.

Gil wrapped his arms around her pillow, "Take your shower and wake me when your done."

Sara grabbed the pillow and started hitting him with it, "Oh no you don't. Get your butt out of that bed."

Gil laughed and pulled her back in with him, "I would rather have you IN the bed."

Sara slipped out of his arms, stood and said, " 'Me too, my dear. But we have to get ready for court and there is something we need to talk about.' "

Gil laughed and got up, "Yes dear. Take your shower and I'll find us something to eat."

Over breakfast and on their way to court they talked about the wedding, not that there was a lot to talk about - neither of them wanted to make a big deal out of it - so they decided to just have a simple affair with a mutual friend of theirs - who was a justice of the peace - officiating over it . Gil would ask Jim to stand with him and Sara decided to ask Annie.

"I guess we have to ask your mother," Sara said.

Gil gave her a strange look.

"You know she hates me," Sara said.

Gil laughed, "She doesn't hate you. She just doesn't like the idea of you as my wife."

Sara laughed, "I see, there is a difference. Who would she rather have, Heather?"

Gil just looked at her, "No."

Sara knew that if Betty Grissom had her way Julia Holden would be her daughter in law. The very thought of Gil with THAT woman made Sara's blood boil.

By this time they had reached the court house. Gil touched her hand, he knew just what was going on in Sara's mind.

"Sara," he said.

Sara smiled, "Can't I be just a little jealous?"

Gil kissed her cheek, "Only if I can be a little jealous about you and Hank?"

Sara kissed him, "Come on we're going to be late for court."

Gil was called to testify first, Sara right behind him. When they were done they walked over to Brian's office.

"Gil. Sara," Brian said, taking Gil's hand, "How's the ankle?"

"Getting there," Gil said, "Have to wear this thing for another six weeks. Sara and I have a favor."

"Shoot," Brian said.

"After this thing comes off Sara and I want to get married and we would like it if you could officiate over the ceremony," Gil said.

"I'd love to," Brian said, "Just let me know when and where."

"Thanks," Gil said, shaking his hand.

In the car Gil said, "Let's get this over with."

Sara shook her head, "Do I have to be with you?"

Gil laughed, "Mom won't bite and it's not like she can yell at you."

"Oh I know," Sara said, "But if looks could kill, I'd be dead a long time ago."

Gil laughed, "I'll text her and tell her we're coming over to take her to lunch."

Sara rolled her eyes.

"I think I would rather take a beating them face your mother," she said.

Gil gave her a mischievous smile, "Now that sounds like fun."

Sara slapped him, "Gilbert Grissom!"

Gil chuckled, opened his phone and sent a text message to his mother. A little later his phone buzzed, indicating he had a text.

"Would love to," the message said, "Will be waiting for you."

"What did Atilla the Grissom say?" Sara asked.

"She would love to and she'll be waiting," Gil said.

"Aw, you didn't tell her I was coming?" Sara said.

Gil shook his head, "I did. Try and be good."

Sara made the 'cross you heart' jester, "Promise."

Gil started the car, he wished Sara and his mother got along better, he also wished he knew what it was about Sara that his mother didn't like.