Chapter 6

"That was—interesting," Grissom finally said as he sat in the car next to Sara on the way back to her apartment.

"Hmm," she said absently.

"You don't find it interesting?"

"Of course I find it interesting. I just don't find it as. . .extraordinary as you. I've been hearing its heartbeat for the last two months."

"Oh." He looked at how she sat in her seat with her seatbelt around her, almost framing her pregnancy. The sight of her swollen stomach jerking suddenly opened his eyes wider and when he realized it was accompanied with a quiet "Oomph," he moved his gaze up to her face. "Are you alright?"

"Junior is evidently going to be a soccer player," she breathed.

He looked back to her stomach to watch as it jerked again. "Or perhaps a ballerina?"

"Ballet?" She glanced over at him with a smirk. "Let's just say it's a kicker."

She pulled into her parking spot and turned off the ignition before turning to look at him. "I'm hungry."

"It's after lunch time. Do you have something planned? I mean, I could make something—or run out to bring something back."

"I have something in mind that I'm exceptionally hungry for."

Her eyes seemed to brighten as she looked at him then turned and got out of the car. She waited for him to join her at the entrance to the building then gave him a sideward smile before continuing at a hurried pace up the stairs to her apartment. He followed her inside where she dropped her bag on the floor and went straight into the kitchen.

"More whipped cream and blueberries?" He asked as he stood on the other side of the counter and watched her move to her refrigerator.

"No. Not whipped cream." She turned away from the freezer, holding a tub of vanilla ice cream then went to the cupboard where she retrieved a bag of potato chips. She proceeded to crush the chips against the counter then emptied them into a large bowl before placing a good amount of the ice cream on top. She put her efforts into the microwave and allowed it to melt just enough to soften it then mixed it together. He watched as she stopped directly in front of him and his eyes dropped to the bowl in her hands then followed a large spoonful directly to her mouth. "I really love this stuff!"

His eyes widened as he watched how she forced the words around the mass of food before chewing and promptly swallowing then wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, but instead of offering him any, she turned and went to the chair where she took a seat.

"Shouldn't you be eating something more substantial than ice cream and potato chips?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I—I ate some fruit this morning," she said as she looked down at the bowl she was holding. "And there was egg on the French toast—so that's protein."

"And a lot of fat and cholesterol."

"I'm sorry." She looked at him through eyes that suddenly looked like a scolded child's. She swallowed with difficulty as she placed the bowl onto the counter then slowly got to her feet and walked past him. "I won't offend your senses any longer with my vulgarity."

"Sara," he called after her as he watched her walk away. Damn, she certainly is sensitive.

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Sara entered her bedroom and started stripping off her clothing. After everything that had happened that morning, the last thing she expected was for him to tell her she was fat! "No kidding! I'm six months pregnant with your kid! Jerk!" She flung her blouse onto her hamper with such force that it nearly knocked it over. "Maybe if you could've gotten Miss Tight-Ass Miller to spread her frickin' legs—she'd be fat by now too! No—not her! Not the blonde goddess who's too pure to impregnate! Just me—the common investigator who practically yelled, "Come on down! The water's fine!" Sara closed her eyes in frustration, knowing that the truth was, given the chance, she'd be yelling it at him again in a millisecond—if he'd only hear her and not be such a dunce about it. She looked in her dresser drawer and pondered on what she wanted to wear. It was only lunch time and she was ready to jump back into a pair of lounge pants and a tee-shirt. But then another thought occurred to her. She bet Terri Miller never let him see her in lounge pants and a tee-shirt—so she looked for something more "suitable" and wondered just what Miss Bitch would wear in the privacy of her own home. "Probably a chastity belt," she thought with a giggle. "Well, I'm certainly not going to go out and buy a chastity belt. Can you even buy such things?" Sara removed her jeans and went to her closet, now standing only in her bra and panties as she looked through her sparse wardrobe. "How dare he criticize her choice of snack food? Maybe I should've put alcohol on my ice cream then sat it on fire—would that have been more acceptable to Dr. Grissom? I'm sure that's the kind of dessert you ordered in your fancy French restaurant with "Ter-ri!" She grabbed another pair of jeans then went back to her dresser where she went through her top drawer and found an old gag gift some of her female coworkers had given her years ago during a "Secret Valentine" exchange. It was a white satin camisole with lace across the bodice with spaghetti straps. "Ah, perfect! Remove the bra and a simple white blouse over top and it should do nicely."

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Grissom looked back at the bowl. He hesitantly lifted the spoon and tasted it and lifted a brow upon deciding it wasn't bad after all. He picked up the entire bowl and moved back the hallway and stopped at her door. He was going to knock but decided she'd probably send him away anyway, so he just pushed the door open. The sight of her standing in the middle of the room, wearing only white panties and a matching camisole that should have cascaded down over her abdomen but now with it's increase in size, stretched across it, stopped him in his tracks. He watched as she turned toward him and held her white blouse in front of herself then looked away. If he hadn't been looking at the size of her abdomen so closely, he would have noticed the pain that flashed through her eyes, then the way her lip trembled. But he didn't notice. Instead, he seemed unable to stop himself as he took several more steps toward her, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of his child expanding this gorgeous woman's body. What he didn't expect was a slap in the face with the sleeve of the blouse she was holding.

"Would you stop staring!" Sara blurted.

"I'm—I'm sorry!" He looked up at her with wide eyes, flinching when she hit him in the shoulder with the cloth this time. "I didn't mean. . .it's just that. . ."

"Yeah! I know! I'm not as slim and trim as your troll back in Vegas!"

"My what?" He asked in confusion.

"You know! Troll! Those little dolls that always have their hair pulled so tight it looks like it's gonna rip right out!" When he still didn't know what she was talking about she slapped him in the arm with the blouse again. "Oh! Just shut up! I know I'm fat!"

His eyes wandered over her and he could feel himself getting tight immediately. "You're not fat."

"That's not what you said out there."

"I'm sorry if it seemed that way," he told her as he let his eyes wander over her long legs again and wasn't able to stop the soft moan that escaped him. "But I certainly didn't mean you were fat."

She stepped closer to him, this time she reached out and put her finger under his chin, tipping his head up until he wasn't looking at her legs any longer, but at her face. "Is that why you brought that in here with you? To "make" me fat?"

"No!" He said as he looked at her in frustration. "I brought it in for you to eat. I tasted it. It isn't bad—well, I mean, it isn't the best food in the world for you right now—but it tastes okay. No wonder you like it. Here. Take some."

He couldn't stop the soft smile as she watched him with suspicion then opened her mouth as he spooned the nearly completely melted ice cream/potato chip mixture into her mouth. His smile broadened as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to savor the taste of it before looking at him again. She put her blouse on the dresser then reached for the bowl but when he tried to step back, she grabbed his arm.

"No. Sit down. We'll share." She told him, looking much less upset than she had when he first entered the room.

He looked around, not finding anywhere suitable for him to sit and yet have her close enough to actually share the dish. She evidently caught his questioning search and rolled her eyes then took his hand and pulled him over until he was sitting on the edge of her bed and she was sitting next to him. She dipped the spoon into the dish and put it to his lips which he obligingly took.

"Are you sure we shouldn't get another spoon?" He asked and she again rolled her eyes at him.

"Why? Are you afraid you'll catch my germs."

"No," he said quietly. "It's just that. . .well, sharing a spoon is rather. . .intimate. . .don't you think?"

"Believe me, we've been much more intimate than sharing utensils—and I've already caught one of your germs." She patted her stomach then brought another spoon full to his lips. He opened his mouth but just as she was about to put it inside, she jerked and it slid off the spoon and down over his shirt. "Oops."

"Uh. . .Sara, this isn't working."

"Of course it's working. The baby kicked and I jerked. I'll be more careful next time. Here, hold this." She handed him the bowl and moved to her knees in front of him as she started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Sara?" He covered her hand with his.

"It will stain." She pulled the shirt off his arms as he continued to watch her, then he noticed the tiny smirk on her lips before she looked up at him and grabbed onto his tee-shirt. "It got on this too."

"I'll go back to my room and get another shirt," he explained but she held onto his shirt and didn't let him rise.

"Oh, come on, Grissom. Just take the damned shirt off."

"I'm not sitting in here without a shirt."

"Why not? I'm here without a shirt—or jeans."

"It's "your" bedroom. And you "do" have a shirt on—of sorts. A type of undershirt."

"A camisole."

"Whatever."

"I'll take it off if you want?" She smiled at him so brightly he had a hard time not smiling back as he tried to remain adult about this.

"What is this? A game of "you show me yours and I'll show you mine?"

"Can't you just relax long enough to eat some damned ice cream?"

He looked at her suspiciously. "Yes."

"Good!" She grabbed his shirt again and this time yanked it up over his head. "Then take off the shirt. Believe me—a naked chest is not going to send me into a sexual frenzy." She helped him remove his arms then got back down to her knees and looked at his bare chest with wide eyes. "Whoa!"

"Sara!"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" She laughed at him then took the ice cream back again and took a bite for herself, again talking to him through a mouth full of food. "You really need to lighten up a bit, Grissom."

"I'm light enough," he told her then jerked with surprise as she dropped the next portion onto his chest, bringing another little tee-hee from her before she moved her eyes up to his apologetically.

"I'm so sorry. Would you believe the baby kicked again? This baby is enjoying the ice cream as much as we are." She slid her finger beneath the blob of creaminess and slid it upward until she had it removed, then she held it in front of his lips. He hesitated a long moment. "You better get it or it's going to slide off again!"

He opened his mouth and she inserted it inside, then it was time for her share. He wasn't surprised when this slipped off the spoon as well but frankly, he surprised himself with the words that slipped out of his mouth as he watched the ice cream slide down between her luscious breasts.

"Kid's kicking up a damned storm," he breathed as he continued to watch it as she slowly got to her feet, put down the bowl, then removed her camisole. He swallowed with difficulty as she stood bare-breasted in front of him and he watched as the white cream was sliding between her breasts and down toward her swollen abdomen. He slowly let his gaze move back up her until she raised one brow at him.

"Hungry?"

He grabbed onto her hips and pulled her close so swiftly she had to grab onto his shoulders for balance but he didn't care at this point. He quickly removed the ice cream from its landing place on her belly then worked his way up between her two globes. At this point, he didn't recall how he ended up on his back with her on top of him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and she held her weight off of him with her arms. All that mattered was that she was lying on top of him with her legs resting between his and providing an excellent amount of pressure against his throbbing need. He reached for a single breast and maneuvered it until he had full access to her ripe nipple and he could hear her cry out as he began to suckle. She evidently lost all the strength in her arms as she dropped down beside him and he turned with her, continuing to feast at her breasts; feeding the hunger he had been feeling ever since he had left Sara six months earlier. He suddenly couldn't seem to get enough as he lifted himself over her, straddling her as he pulled her more fully onto the bed then dropped next to her again. He looked into a set of brown eyes that were open wide in anticipation and all pretenses were lost as he started to kiss her perfect lips. His tongue slid inside, immediately seeking that gap he had dreamed about; the sensation sending a jolt through him so strong that he moaned with it.

She started to lift herself and he watched as she looked at him with concern but upon seeing him smile, she came back and kissed him again. He wanted her on top of him so he pulled her over and when he still didn't get enough, he moved his legs over and wrapped them around hers, tugging her with them until she was between his legs.

She started moving her kiss over his face and down his neck, but when she tried to move her body away from his, he grunted his disapproval.

"Don't move. Stay—right—there." His hand went to her behind and the texture of satin on a perfect buttock brought another groan of pure desire from him. His other hand joined the first one as he took his pleasure in the smoothness of her body as well as the pressure he was providing against his groin as he rocked against her. All he needed was for her to resume her kiss and he knew he would be lost. Ahhh, yeah, there she was as she leaned on her elbows and ran her fingers through his hair. Her lips were tugging at his and then he pressed his tongue into her mouth where it dueled with hers. Pure perfection. But then she was leaving him, moving down to his neck and off his body again. "Sara?"

"I've been waiting for this too long!" Her words vibrated on his throat before she moved on to his shoulders and then his chest.

"Waited. . .for what?" He breathed as she took her time about using her tongue and mouth on the muscles of his chest, but soon he was finding out as she moved on to his stomach. "Ah, Jesus, Sara!"

She was tugging at his pants and her inexperience at freeing a man in full erection revealed itself so he brushed her hands aside and he opened his pants for her and raised his hips, pushing them over his hips and down his thighs as he toed off his shoes. Somehow he knew this was something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life and he gloried in the thought that he was the only man she had ever done this to. He watched her pull the slacks from his legs then move back until she was kneeling between his legs. There was something about the sight of her kneeling there, swollen with his child as she wore only the briefest of white panties that was setting him on fire. When she moved her gaze up to him and slid her tongue over her lips, he groaned his desire for her again.

"You'll tell me if you aren't enjoying it—won't you?" She whispered and the words sent a feeling of deja vu through him and he pictured her in his hotel suite on her knees before him as he pulled her to her feet and slowly pressed his girth inside of her. The memory of her tightness and slight obstruction had him nearly panting as he continued to watch her at the end of the bed. Jesus! He was remembering! He even remembered pushing her onto the small table as soon as they entered the suite and what he had done to her there.

He gave a low, throaty chuckle. "Impossible, Sara. You are exquisite! Your innocence is intoxicating. Anything you do will be perfect."

He watched as she looked back at his size, knowing she was finding it a bit intimidating and still he could see the want in her eyes. When she moved down on him and took him between her lips he fought to control his hips so he wouldn't buck against her. He allowed her to investigate him and with each movement she created a piece of heaven for him, then she moved back to his tip and went down on him, stroking him and he could feel the way her teeth scraped and rubbed. He wanted nothing more than to grab onto her soft hair and ease this intense desire she was creating, but he knew he couldn't. This was all too new for her, and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to take it to completion this way. He didn't want to frighten her.

He began to writhe on the bed as she continued to work her magic. The longer she worked with him, the more intense his sensations. He could feel her curiosity growing with each movement, each investigation of his body that her mouth and hands took, then when she started to moan her desire against him and he could feel the vibrations from her throat going clear through to his soul, he knew he had better stop. He placed his hands on each side of her face and pulled her up, smiling at the disappointment she showed.

"You—didn't like it," she whispered as she spread her length next to his.

"You said that last time. I told you then—you're wonderful. But I need to . . ."

"You remember?" She lifted herself on elbow as she looked down at him.

"Mmm," he mumbled as he moved his head until he pulled a plump nipple between his lips and began to suckle again, this time pushing her onto her back as he leaned over and slid his hand down over her stomach, then to her hip. She whimpered as he traced his fingers over her thigh, then up its inside where he pressed her legs apart and found the treasure he was searching for. He slid his fingers over her length, finding the wetness he was seeking then alternating between circling the hard bead and then going lower and teasing her entrance with his fingertip. She moved her hips beneath his hand and he knew she was seeking more, so the tip entered and he inserted first one, then two fingers. Her tightness astounded him and he wondered how he was going to manage to fit inside, but knowing he had accomplished such a feat before encouraged him. He worked with her until she was rolling her hips in search of something more then he lifted his head and smiled down at her. "Are you ready?"

She quickly nodded and he slid on top of her, holding himself up and away from her so he wouldn't harm the baby. He lifted himself until he was sitting on his feet as he reached down and pulled her panties from her long legs; one by one until he lowered them to lie open across his thighs as he moved up against her apex. She watched him as carefully as he watched her as he took himself in his hand and moved until he was probing her entrance, then as he held onto her hip and guided himself with his other, he slowly pressed against her. As suspected, he was having trouble and he watched her eyes widen and then close against any discomfort. She opened her eyes again and upon his questioning gaze she nodded.

"Go on," she breathed. "Don't stop."

He pressed again, a little harder and managed to gain entrance then he grasped onto her hips with both hands and started the counter-pressure he was seeking. Inch by slow inch he worked inside, pulling out each time to regain entry a little farther until finally he was completely against her and he leaned over and tenderly kissed her lips as he allowed her to adjust to him. He had never had the obstacle between himself and another woman the way he had now, so at times he had to control his movements so he wouldn't harm either Sara or their child, but he soon found the rhythm that was satisfying them both. He held himself above her on his elbow of one arm as he stroked her face with his other hand and kissed her.

"God," he said between plunges. "How could I have missed this so much without remembering what I was missing?" He felt himself begin to tighten as her fingernails slid over his back and along his sides.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this, Gil."

He lifted his head and looked down at her, still making love with his body as he gave her a lopsided smile. "You called me Gil. You called me that the last time."

"Because you told me to," she breathed as he moved within her and her dazed eyes watched him in return. "You liked it."

"Mmmm," he groaned as he tried to prolong their lovemaking. "Then what would you like me to call you?"

She smiled. "Your sex slave?"

He watched as her smile vanished and she began pressing against him, finding another area that he was stimulating and suddenly she growled and pressed her head back against the pillow.

"You okay?" He breathed as stroked the way she was reacting to.

"Oh, Gil—right there! Oh, harder-there!" She hugged him against her tightly and started to spasm around him.

This was all he could handle and all he needed to allow himself the release he had been trying so desperately to hold in check. But when it came, he wasn't certain if he hurt her or not because he lost all sense of control as he moved within her.