Could not keep them apart any longer. This chapter is reated M
The Look Of Love (part 4)
That night her sleep was once more interrupted by the dream, once more Grissom ran to her and comforted her and once more she woke up in his arms.
This time he was not going to let her side step the dream.
She was sitting on the porch, he brought her a cup of tea.
"Sara," he started, "please tell me."
"It is nothing," she told him not wanting to talk about it.
"'Nothing' does not wake you from a sound sleep, 'nothing' does not cause you to fly off the handle, 'nothing' does not cause the problems you have found yourself in."
Sara tried, once again, to ignore him. He took her hand, "Please."
Sara turned to face him, she had never told anyone what she was about to tell him.
She drew a deep breath - "Gil, I was her, I was her and all the others. It started when I was small, my father was abusive, he was always hitting me and my mother. One night she killed him, I was put into foster care. My first foster parents had three sons, they used me for a punching bag. The last home I lived in the father sexually abused the girls and when I went to college I had a relationship which I thought was monogamous. I came home sick one day from class, he was in bed with another girl, he beat me and put me in the hospital. I run into these type of cases and I have nightmares."
She could no longer contain her tears, she cried, he held her. He did not know what to say, he could not find the words so he just held her as she cried.
"Sara, I had no idea," he said, I was so lucky to have been brought up in the family I was. My parents loved each other deeply, they were very protective of me. I never thought people lived differently until I got into this line of work."
"I know what you mean," Sara said.
"Would you rather I not give you these cases?" he asked. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said. "I know I get too involved with them but I also feel I can do them better because of my past."
Catherine and Warrick had talked most of the morning.
Catherine finally said, "I was thinking it would be great if you moved in with me."
"I would love it," he said, "but I don't think Lindsey would like it, she does not like me."
Catherine laughed, "Most of the time she does not like me either."
They agreed to take Lindsey out one night and talk to her about it.
Catherine and Sara were sitting in the break room waiting befor shift to start, Cath told Sara about her and Rick.
"Cath," Sara said, "I owe you an apology." Catherine looked at her, "What are you talking about?" Sara told her what happened at the hospital, about the look she had seen in his eyes.
"I hate to be the one to tell you I told you so, but I did." Catherine said laughing, "so when are you going to do something about it?"
"I can't," Sara said. "Can't?" Cath said. "I could," Sara said, "but I am afraid to. I am no good at relationships, I have managed to mess up everyone I was ever in."
Catherine just shook her head. "Were you in love with the others or were they just a way to satisfy a need?" Catherine asked.
"The need may have been temporarily satisfied," Sara said, "but there was never love."
"Sara," Cath said, "you love him and I can tell he is crazy about you. Don't throw away a love like this, it will work."
The crew went to Gil's office for assignments. Sara had promised Cath she would think about it.
"Warrick, you and Catherine will need to pack an overnight bag, there has been a triple murder in a small town called Mountain's Peak. They have no CSI there and asked for our help. Nick, there has been a series of trick rolls over the last few weeks. Here is the address of the last one, meet Brass there. Sara, you and I have a double. They want us to determine if it is a murder/suicide or what."
Sara looked at Catherine and smiled, "Have fun you two."
Nick walked into the hotel room, sitting on the bed was a middle aged man, very upset and quite pissed. Talking to him was a very beautiful blond, defiantly not Brass.
He walked over to her, "Hi, I am Nick Stokes from the crime lab." "Sophia Curtis, Jim could not make it."
Nick decided right then and there that he was in love. It would take Sophia a little longer.
Gil and Sara arrived at the house, there was blood all over everything. A woman was sitting on the couch, a large hole in her head. The man was sitting in a chair, he too had a gun shot to his head.
Sara was checking around the house, taking pictures and dusting for prints.
When she finished inside she went to check the outside of the house.
"Finished when you are," Gil told her.
Sara turned round, as she did she tripped over part of a tree root. As she started to fall Grissom caught her.
"You need to be careful," he said, "I would really hate to see you hurt."
Sara looked in his eyes, once more they were saying far more than he was. His arms were so strong, yet he held her so gently. She smiled at him, after realizing he held her a little longer than necessary, he blushed then let her go.
For the next week he was all she could think about.
She had never been in love, her past relationships were purely sexual. "Maybe that is why they did not work out," she told herself, "maybe I did not want them to work out."
Sara had two more nightmares, each time he was there to hold her, to comfort her. Each morning she woke up with him still holding her.
She made a decision, she had to know how he really felt and there was only one way to do that.
They were both off that night, Sara had tried several times to talk to him but she could not find the words.
Gil had said goodnight, Sara could hear him taking a shower.
She took a shower, after she was done she put on a very mild perfume, it was one she had worn before and Gil told her he liked it.
She slipped on a robe, took a deep breath, and went to his door. Standing by the door she could hear soft music playing.
"This will make or break it," Sara said to herself.
Sara tapped lightly on the door then, without waiting to be invited in, she walked in.
Gil was sitting on the bed reading a book. He looked up at her, "My God, she is so beautiful," he thought to himself.
"Is everything OK?" he asked. "Yes," she said, "I just wanted to talk to you about something."
Sara went to the bed and sat next to him. His heart skipped a beat, she looked so beautiful he wanted to take her in his arms.
"Gil," was all she said. She gently took his face in her hands and kissed him.
She let her lips explore his face, her hands caressing his neck and shoulders.
Sara broke from the kiss, she stood in front of him and slowly let the robe fall to the floor.
Gil pulled her to him, his hands touching her breasts, he kissed and sucked each nipple as he ran his hands down her sides and up and down her legs and resting on her bottom.
He put his arms around her and pulled her to the bed, as he was kissing her his hands were gently touching her.
He moved his kisses from her lips to her breast, stopping to kiss and suck at each nipple.
He moved his hands to her stomach, he just barely touched her button as he kissed the inside of her thighs, then he went back to her button and gently took his time making love to her there.
Kissing, sucking and flicking it with his tongue brought her to an explosive climax, he let her juice flow into his mouth.
He smiled then kissed his way back up to her lips.
Sara gently guided him to his back, she then went to his manhood.
She stopped just short of him climaxing, let his throbbing manhood slightly relax then bringing it back to it's full length.
She had done this several times and when he thought he could stand it no longer she let him take over.
Lying her on her back he once more kissed her from lips down to her button, he brought her to the brink of a climax stopped and went back up to her lips, as he was kissing her lips he entered her.
Her moans told him she was ready, he started slowly at first then moved faster.
Their movements and speed matched perfectly, he could no longer contain the volcano that was in him, he released it and as he reached his climax he brought her to her second of the night.
They woke the next morning entangled in each others arms, her head on his shoulder.
She woke first, never had she felt so completely satisfied.
He opened his eyes, "Was this what you wanted to talk to me about?" he said smiling at her.
Sara smiled at him, "Yes, that and I wanted to tell you I love you."
"Oh how I longed to hear those words," he said gently running his fingers through her hair, "but ..."
"But?" she said, almost afraid to hear what came next.
"I did not think you wanted to hear them from me. Sara, I love you."
"What would make you think that?" Sara questioned him.
"I am older than you to start with," he told her, "you are so beautiful and I ..."
She stopped him with a kiss, "You are the gentlest, most caring, loving man I have ever meant."
Sara's kiss turned from gentle to deep and passionate, this time she took complete control. Her kisses and hands explored his entire body.
She spent a lot of time bringing him close to a climax, letting his manhood relax and starting all over again.
She let out a soft giggle as he moaned and called her name over and over again.
She mounted him, still keeping control by the way she moved and the speed she moved, she was able to postpone their climax.
As she finally let it happen they were both breathing heavily, she lay on top of him, neither having the strength to move.
"My God, Sara," he softly whispered in her ear, "I have never,"
"Let a woman take complete control?" she finished his sentence with a smile.
"Yes, and it was fantastic!" he said kissing the top of her head. After promising him they could do it that way again whenever he wanted, she rolled off him.
"I do believe we need to clean up before shift," she told him not wanting to leave his arms.
Gil pulled her to him, kissed her, "Sara, you are fantastic."
She smiled and slipped out of bed and into the shower.
By the time she had finished her shower Gil had taken his and had breakfast ready.
"What smells so good?" she asked. He set a waffle in front of her, "My mother's secret ingredient - honey." "Thanks dear," she said with a smile knowing he meant bee honey