He opened his eyes and looked around, the colors of the sunset were just about coming through the shades. He turned his head to the left, seeing sara beside him, looking up at him. he smiled at her,
"How long have you been up for?"
She surprised him with her response. Placing her good hand on his check she leaned in, pressing her lips to his, deepening the kiss until the need for air became to much to ignore, and even then she let her lips linger against his. His eyes opened seeing her face still so close to his.
"what was that for?" he breathed, still a little dazed from both sleep and the pleasant surprise of her kiss.
"I am also...." she looked away and then back to him, "glad I'm alive." her lip twitched and eyes swelled, tell-tale signs that she was holding back a sob. Grissom placed both hands on either side of her face, wary of her abrasions. He pressed his forehead against hers. No further words were spoken, nor needed to be. They laid together, faces close, just staring at one another. There lips met gently every so often
This was the 6th day she was home from the hospital. And on this day, it was the first time he had gone back to work. He hadn't wanted to go into work- but he had felt bad throwing such a heavy load on Catherine. He had made Sara promise that she would be alright alone, and that if she needed anything she would call. Obviously he was wrong for believing her when she said she would be fine alone, she clearly wasn't. Seeing her asleep on his couch in his office had made him fee a vast ray of emotions, guilt was a main one. Laying with her in his arms now, he knew she wasn't ready to be alone, and frankly he wasn't quite ready to leave her. But he knew he needed to go into work, and he knew he needed to face Ecklie.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked softly, tracing a finger over his lips.
He waited a long moment before responding, "I think it would mean a lot to the guys if we asked them to come over- just one at a time sporadically- to keep you company. They really want to help out and all, and I think they feel like we're pushing them away."
"You don't want to feel guilty about leaving me alone when you go to work." she smiled in her 'i-know-you-too-well' kind of way.
He offered a half smile, "That too."
"Gil, I'll be fine here, I have hank" she smiled, "I only came in today because I wanted to get talking to Ecklie over with, thats all."
"Sara..." he said somewhat sternly.
"But it would be nice to have some company. . . if that would put you at ease while you're off at work."
"It would." he kissed her forehead and got up out of bed, "I'm heading in the shower- greg will be here at 8." He just caught the sight of her jaw drop before closing the bathroom door.
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He got out of the shower to find she had changed from sleep wear to comfortable 'lounge around' clothing. He walked to the dresser, towel wrapped around his waist, and opened his underwear draw. He noticed she had walked to his side, as he rummaged through his draw he briefly looked up at her and smiled, then returned his attention to the task at hand. He suddenly felt a tug at the towel. Looking down he saw his towel in a heap on the floor, he snapped his head in Sara's direction, utter confusion etched across his face. Sara was stood about a foot away, arms crossed with a smug look on her face.
"What was that for!?" he was completely confused, brows furrowed and all.
"For inviting greg over before you won the argument."
His face relaxed and a devilish smirk replaced the once perplexed features.
"Yeah? Are you sure you not just making excuses to get me naked?"
"Ha, when did you become so conceited Dr. Grissom?"
"conceited? Is that what you think!?"
"Yes. conceited."
He grabbed her shoulders, gentle enough not to hurt her but rough enough to continue her 'game'. He threw her on the bed and hovered over her, careful of her broken arm. His face was mere centimeters from hers,
"And what else is it that you think of me Ms. Sidle?" he said in a harsh whisper. He leaned down and captured her lips within his hungrily. It actually surprised Sara at first, to feel him kiss her like this, it had been a while.
He slipped a hand down her side, slowly grazing her curves before making his way back upward and under her shirt, feeling her skin against his fingertips. He pressed his hips against hers,
"mmm gil," she spoke against his lips, "gil..."
He lifted his head, looking her in the eyes.
"gil... maybe we shouldn't start things we can't finish... you have to leave for work soon- and greg will be here any minute."
"I supposed thats my fault."
"As a mater of fact," she smiled, "It is." she kissed him gently, "go get dressed."
tbc.... sorry this update took so long, bit of writers block.
